Memoir 1 ~ The Darkness

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Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  August 11, 2014
Revised Title:  August 04, 2015
Revision:  June 14, 2020

MEMOIR 1
AKA:  Suffering Through the Darkness of Depression

Life isn't easy after death.  I died in the month of November upon committing suicide on the weekend after the harvest of Thanksgiving.

I arrived upon a destination, which was isolated and kept a distance from travelers who would bay their vehicles and rest from a long journey’s propulsion where they would find relief at an oasis where many would travel from various areas across our nation.  The morning of my death was a chilly winter where the skies are dark and the stars illuminate as halos upon the earth.  The earth sits still where the rotation has slowed to where one can examine the rotation through from the buttresses of the trees which redden from the fall season upon their variation of orange and have fallen upon the ground given that the winter’s solstice has frozen the roots of the pillars that rise and support themselves from the ground where we place our feet.  I arrived upon this destination because I knew it was secluded.  I also knew my body would be left undiscovered.  For, those who would find my body would trek over my carcass like animals to either urinate or defecate as they passed over my body.  I sat there with the knowledge and intention to commit suicide because my life was become more and more controlled by others who would seek me out and persecute me because I was unlike other men or women.  I was unlike other men and women because I laid dead underneath the mass of two animals who sought out to fornicate with an animal who was in heat for the sweat and smell of another man’s warmth.

I contemplated and I contemplated with a strong intention to consume the medication which was prescribed for sleep; the medication was prescribed initially because I was not sleeping well and to aid me with my depression.  I suffered from insomnia and depression which lead to anxiety and agitation; the medication that was prescribed was Trazodone.  The descriptions listed by the following websites for Trazodone along with its side effects are:

According to Drugs.com[i]

Trazodone is an antidepressant medicine.  It affects chemicals in the brain that may become unbalanced and cause depression Trazodone is used to treat major depressive disorder.

An overdose of trazodone can be fatal when it is taken with alcohol, barbiturates such as phenobarbital, or sedatives such as Diazepam (Valium).

Overdose symptoms may include extreme drowsiness, vomiting, penis erection that is painful or prolonged, fast or pounding heartbeat, seizure (black-out or convulsions), or breathing that slows or stops.

And, according to WebMD.com[ii]

Common side effects of Trazodone oral:  with Less Severity

Less Serve:        Dizzy, Drowsiness, Feel like Throwing Up, Head Pain, Incomplete or Infrequent Bowel Movements, and Throwing Up

Infrequent side effects of Trazodone oral: with Severity and Less Severity

Severe:             Confused, Feeling Faint, and Involuntary Quivering

Less Severe:      Muscle Pain and Weight Gain

Rare side effects of Trazodone oral: with Severity and Less Severity

Less Severe:      Blurred Vision, Diarrhea, Feeling Weak, Twitching, and Weight Loss

Severe:             Anemia, Anxious, Bloody Urine, Brain Disease or Injury causing Inability to Communicate, Change in Appetite, Chest Pain, Chills, Chronic Heart Failure, Continued Painful Erection, Excessive Sweating, Fast Heartbeat, Feeling of Restlessness with Inability to Sit Still, Frequent Urination, Gas, Hallucination, Numbness, Numbness and Tingling, Over Excitement, Periods of Not Breathing, Seizures, Slow Heartbeat, Stroke, and Uncoordinated

I was dressed for the cold climate weather; I sat there listening… and talking…, to whom?  To those that were listening.  The contemplation lead me to the remember of those who had forgotten me; who are those that had forgotten who I am are those that have led to my persecution, whether it be before my suffocation where I was smothered underneath two men or after my suffocation because before my suffocation I was a normal human being with a job, with hopes, with dreams, with friends, with animals, with courage, with honor, and with nobility.  And, after my suffocation… I have honor, I have courage, I have nobility; what I lack are friends, family, animals, a home, wages, and warmth of another individual for whom I could share my experiences and my abilities in who I have become for the future we could hold together is a strong one where others may be weak to an end where the end has means for one to come together.

I sat in a car that I now call “Animal Kingdom Mobile;” the listeners were those who are of the natural and of the supernatural where those that hear the call of the Horn that blew for all Angels to hear.  As I sat with my feet upon the pedals which propelled me toward my destination point to a journey that I was uncertain to take with one foot upon the metals of the undercarriage and with that one foot still on the steel and rubber which would push the animal inside outward from an oasis where the trees pillar upon their buttresses and the water that ran came from a faucet which was made from the steel that we toil with the sweat and backache from our labor.  That pedal which ever so moves up and down or forward and backward is has been vulcanized to ensure its strength… its grips upon the soles of our feet so we do not lose the pace for which we travel into the unknown.  I withdrew the medication from my jacket; I glared at the label as I would glare into the unknown through my windshield which holds a view of darkness, the tar is black which laid upon the gravel which laid upon the earth which was made from the lava and oil which burned from beneath the waters and sand and the skies are darkened from the lack of rays which would redden our backsides.  The darkness I saw was from within a bottle which held a label for death; death meant a journey which had no end because the suicide had no need but to only alleviate the pain and torment which I could no longer endure because one of the last words I heard was “Die”.

The label which is adhered to the bottle is placed there for a reason just as the labels which are upon our nameplates; my name plate was also placed inside my pocket where it was dark and where my eyes could not see through the fabric which was woven from the cotton which was harvested by the workforce of labor with an animal kingdom.  Labels hold pieces of information such as names and places where our name plates hide behind a barrier which ensures its safe keeping but also ensures its hiding places which tell us something about who we are and where we come from just as the dates which chronicle the life expectancy to either the bottle which contains a dosage or a driver’s license which bears a date where places, ages and expirations come to renewal.  The bottle is now open and death has been unleashed and ready for consumption just as our lives our consumed by each other whereas a bottle containing death can contain hope for a future with each other can learn from a man who had committed suicide.  With water in hand which was delivered from an aquifer, bottled, and delivered upon the backside of a wagon where man and animal had traveled to a place to bring an oasis worth of wealth; and death in hand sixty tablets were consumed and a reservoir of water was delivered to a darkened place to dissolve into a reservoir of blood to where the place of death will be lite and the floor will be cold.  I placed hand and bottle to mouth and swallowed death not knowing that hope was already on its way; the voices are voices not just sounds of the wind, sounds of the breaking ice that comes from the moisture which batters our faces or breaks within the wind, or sounds that come from the audience whether they applaud or whether they cheer, the voices are those who sought me out and those who have chosen to either be my friend or to be my antagonist because either way the sounds are the winds which will cause my audience to Clair.

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[i] Drugs.com

[ii] WellMD.com

The Homeless, Section 6

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Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  July 30, 2014

The Homeless, Section 6

Our life stories are untold, our futures are unforeseen, our communities are unknown, our societies are miss-constructed, and our governments are ever changing; the stories of our lives are bring written as our futures are being spoken where are communities are being united upon a society which will come together allowing our governments to govern over our laws.  Our governing laws will see through a society where humanity will govern over themselves, our societies will push through a law where humanity can come together, and our lives will be forged through our friendships, our partnerships, our bonds, our ties, our relationships, and our love shall be extended to each other through communication where a connection can create hope for an alternate future.  Futures are untold and mankind will generate stories throughout our lives which will produce a bond between all mankind where communities, friendships and alliances can be forged to alter our futures and allow all mankind to play in a society with an animal kingdom where the homeless numbers will multiply to an astronomical figure allowing us to bring forth a nation craving new stories of life; and where the ever changing governments which rule over our lives, our homes and our business because allowances for our society where the outcast, deprived, disadvantaged, the withdrawn, and the poor can accelerate a future to ensure the sanctity of our fellowman set forth an evolutionary change in policy as to how our political governments view the lives of those who sought out need. 

Mankind will unite a nation’s society to ensure hope can be given when the darkest of times will bring despair.  Mankind will be on its backside; and those who are not on their backsides will ride upon all fours because if they do not ride where they can be pushed, then they may appear on all fours a child.  A child may not be able to walk, a child may not be able to crawl, and a child may not be able to wheel itself upon a surface where rubble and decay has been spread like a plague.  Men and women will appear with child just as they once were delivered upon their backside to the arms of an awaiting parent.  Mankind will be pushing man, woman or child ever forward whether or not they would be traveling into a zone of despair; man, woman and child will be traveling either on foot, by cart, by wheelchair, by carriage, by crutch, by wagon, on all fours or crawling on one’s stomach to a destination unbeknownst to them.   The destination is our journey in to the darkness to seek out others who may be in need of our aid.  The aid for which we seek is a lending hand whose hands have come in search of a home.  We appear to each other as those who have traveled upon a time where desperation is beyond the reach of another’s hand as a child cries and reaches to a parent where a he or she can be received into their arms.

We reach into another’s arms either upward or forward to convey a message; when a message is hand-delivered, then the messages is delivered with each other’s hands grapping each other’s where each other’s hand form the resemblance of the shaking of hands.  When we reach in another man’s hand we are conveying a formal greeting with either an anticipation of success, an expectation of friendship or a gesture of kindness in hopes to form a bond or a tie with another individual.  When there is disaster there is destruction, where there is accident there is chaos, and where there is love there is hope; so, when there no likelihood of a meeting then there is no chance for people to come together, when there is occasion there possibility and where there is possibility then there is a chance for one’s hands to come together.  Where we come together is either by chance, by appointment, by occurrence, or by incident; we also come together when there is need, a requirement, hardship, and when there is desperation.  Each of these events leads to a the grasping of another’s hand or arm; so, as child moves into his parents arms and close to their heart there is love to bestowed, when there is friendship there is thoughtfulness, when there is an alliance there is regard, and where there dissociation there is no place for one to place their hand.

Therefore, destruction brings about chaos it can also bring forth hope, but when disaster brings desperation then desperation has lead us into destruction.  Desperation will bring people together just as where the bricks had fallen upon lives of individuals; if desperation can bring us together, then desperation can tear us apart.  Our lives have been torn apart by the falling of ash upon the brimstone just as the brimstone has fallen down upon the lives our citizens and just has the recession has fallen upon our society.  The brimstone now resembles the remains of our citizens who reside within the shelters of our institution or the shelters of our jungles where life can be found inside the skyscrapers, the towers, the high-rises, and the structures where shadow and light can be found.  When brimstone deconstructs our lives, then our lives have become deprived of light which leaves our days covered in shadow, and our nights covered in days where life has been the plighted is heartache and devastation.  The devastation of a society can lead to the heartache of individuals and the heartache can lead to loneliness where the loneliness can bring about the destruction of people’s lives.

With the disaster and destruction our lives, our lives can be torn into shreds just as a piece of cotton can leave a cotton thread upon a thorn. The thorns of our lives are the inconsistencies we come across in a society where people are uncertain as to their goals which lead to their achievements. When the disaster brings about heartache because the inconsistencies have brought about pain and injury; a life can impact another’s where a hand-shake or aid can bring about comfort to ease a heart which has been broken upon a stone where a thorn has laid and a dagger has been plunged into one’s heart.  Our lives pool together as blood does upon a stone, our lives can coagulate together as our lives hold our bonds we have tied together, our hand hold another’s where another’s holds ours just as the mortar binds an adhesive to hold the logs together, and our hands lead to our hearts which holds the blood which circulates the blood which pumps through our systems creating ties to a Deoxyribonucleic acid (DNA) strand of life.  When a strand of life is tied to our streams of blood just as fish are bound to water, then our hand are bound to another’s man’s life; a strand of life is a strand of DNA which is coded to our lives just as our hands are bound in marriage.  Some marriages are bound with string or lace where some marriages our bound with truth and honesty; whereas, some marriages are tied in blood which ran upon a river of red for the river which carries the blue a stream of honesty that the heart and lungs have provided.

The stands of cotton are like the stands of DNA; each are woven to provide either clothing or life.  Life can be grasped just as a hand can grasp at a piece of clothing.  Clothing can sustain life where life can be stolen as a piece of cotton can be plucked from a field; the field that we have harvested now brings a yield of clothing which adorns our bodies to ensure that our hands are warm and our hands are full of life.  If the DNA had not completed a strand into life, then our bodies would not have been able to extend life a hand.  If a hand is not available to employ, then life will be stranded underneath the brimstone of disaster; the deconstruction of the aftermath is to salvage a wealth of people inside a community where fire and rock will lay bodies to rest.  The daggers of society are the thorns of our fingers which have brought down a building and removed the shelters of our society where bodies are found lying upon their backsides with clothing strung from their bedsides.  The clothes are the reminders of our labor, whereas, our hands are our reminders of our strengths.  Our strengths are reminders of our weaknesses where are bodies become weak after our hands have labored upon the earth for which we placed a seed.  Our bodies now wearied and our backs make of leather, we lay and rest for the evening has come and the night has brought us light.

The light which illuminates over our heads is the light which brings us hope; the light which brings us hope is the light where salvation can be found amongst the rubble.  Where rubble can be found, shelters will yield a new light.  The light which harvests new hope will bring about a new form of communication, and with a new form of communication can bring about a society without homelessness.  The light which harvests new hope a society will flourish amongst the rubble of brimstone where ash has fallen and where blood has been spilled upon the stones and mortar which held our buildings and homes together; and, when the thorns have lifted the bricks which had to laid to rest upon the ground, we now can raise a society of homelessness from the dark and bring hope to a future where all mankind will share a common goal to reunite a society where devastation has brought a field of men in a land where trees, brushes and shrubs have lived upon a blue marble known to us as earth.  This gravel pit where we harvested our minerals to lay a ground can be given a foundation to construct a home upon a land which will yield men and women, animals, and materials to institute a foundation where mankind can flourish upon a land which will be fruitful and plentiful.

The land will harvest men, women, animals and materials which will be called “Recyclable”.  When all these things are removed from this land then the land will no longer will flourish with mankind and animals; we will all be lost to a land which will need to be rebuilt and will a new creation of mankind.  An animal kingdom will survive like cockroach upon a land, and man will once again live like animals.  When we rebuild a land for mankind to survive upon, then we need to lend a hand so mankind can flourish; when mankind flourishes so will an animal kingdom.  Lands will be harvested, pools will be dug, water will run, sweat will pour, necks will redden and sore, backs will weary, communities will be built, societies will cultivate, unions will form, governments will be founded, and buildings will once again be erected where a workforce of labor can be hired.  The lands will survive with our heads lending a hand, so that our labors show our fruitfulness and endeavors; our labors will lend a hand in reconstructing our societies and our buildings where mankind can wield a hammer to construct a home for mankind to flourish upon the land.

The plumbs we utilize pilot our buildings upon a foundation where we build our relationships in labor, the workforce will be burdened, and mankind will rule within our governments where laws will be restructured to ensure mankind will prevail where it has faltered.  We will measure our strength by the bonds we forge just as a hammer welds to reinforce the steel which is used to build our shelters which will enclose us and keep us from harm.  With our rulers we will govern over a population which labor like animals allowing our workforce to pollinate and enrich a nation; our workforce will bring food and water, materials, supplies, communication, technology, and industrialization.  Mankind will arrive upon your doorsteps by foot or upon the backsides of the animal kingdoms which carried them to their destination; mankind will travel far, the distances of the lands to where the sun shall rise or the moon shall fall, where oases will rise from the sands and where the trees pillar from the gravel and dirt, and where water will be the demand for all mankind.  Man and animal will thirst upon the nectar of the land; the thirst comes in many forms and as to how we consume our raw materials and our tidings will be dependent upon mankind’s appetite.

Man’s appetite will flourish and so will the lands that have grown amongst our civilization; we will hunger, we will crave, we will yearn, and we will starve.  Our hunger will lead to riots, our craving will bring us knowledge, our yearning will allot us greed, and our starvation will guide us to our fellow man.  We will find ways to harvest a new beginning and we will find a way to become a collective of inhabitants upon arrive into a new land where a new frontier will yet be discovered.  We will grow in mass numbers, we will communicate, we will hunt, we will chase after one another, and we will produce and generate initiatives so others may quest upon a new nation allowing a nation to flourish.  We will decay by the thousands, we will bring about plague and pestilence, we cover the earth with nutrient, and we will be left on our backsides underneath the brush of the wasteland where mankind will voyage to find a territory livable for habitation.

Within our territories life will flourish in abundance, we pool our resources, we will collect our possessions, we find a hand we will call brethren, and we will provide others with a means of living upon a land which has been left to waste for the disposal of the land is a new playground for mankind collect themselves and come together.  The territories will have lines where mankind will no boundary; our boundaries will be drawn by our possessions which we are either willing to relinquish or hoard.  Our lines will be drawn by the placement of our possessions and by structures we have surrounded ourselves by; we will pool ourselves in a collective to ensure our boundaries are maintained.  Our lines will no longer be covered upon our faces, our images will no longer be seen in mirrors, our harpoons will no longer be shaped upon the fingers of our hands, and our smiles will no longer live upon our faces; as citizens who have encountered a time when need and want will no longer flourish, we will allege that our nations and civilizations will thrive.

Our lands will thrive with our fellow man lending a hand to one another, and our need for a workforce will recover will a need for mankind; our territories will unite upon the grounds of hope, and desperations will amount to a need of lending our palms to another.  Our palms will be injured and sore, our bodies will weaken and grow strong, and hooves will weigh the burden of survival; our iris are the mirrors for others to peer into our humanity, our spirits will decline where our emotions will soar, and our characters will be defined by the strength of our compassion and our earnest.  Our societies will flounder where our properties will dominate over jurisdiction, and our governing bodies will control a population where their laws may obstruct and their order may hinder the development of a community of people or a society of classmen.  Our governing bodies will discover a wealth of reserve amongst the land who has ensured our lands, our properties, our territories, and our unions have blossomed in a united common wealth where mankind can overcome obstacles no matter how difficult the hardships, heartaches and sorrows mankind has suffered to bring itself out of despair and desperation.  Mankind will guarantee that our lands and our nations are fruitful to an extent where mankind can flourish upon the wastelands that all mankind comes to bring their hopes and dreams; mankind’s hopes and dreams will no longer build upon the great American Noble Eagle upon the hands which we lay into the palms of another.

Desperation will convey a new message for hope and despair will express an emotion of need where mankind can communicate with one another upon a growth of greenery which arose from the molten lava which arose from the waters which contains the salt which also dwells within our bodies.  Man will bring forth unto a new nation under God where man will live upon the ruins of its own destruction; man and woman will live within a nation where man and animal will bring unto itself a new land which will be fertile and full of nutrient so that man and woman can be fruitful and multiply.  Mankind will guarantee that all man will have the change to give a new nation a viable source of food and water where cattle and horse will labor throughout the day to ensure that man has toiled over the land.  Mankind will harvest the playground where mankind will bring a wealth of supply of fruits, vegetables and meats for others to feast upon the land which was left desolate through their own hand and occupation; mankind will lend its backside to toil over the land where our nations have left desolate and where mankind is in despair.  Mankind will fortify the land so mankind can flourish and mankind will bring about change so that mankind a grow and prosper upon the land where we have brought a nation’s worth of wealth and prosperity into a nation which will flourish into a nation of hostile individuals.

The Homeless, Section 5

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Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  July 24, 2014

The Homeless, Section 5

I believe that if we can reduce the national deficit, we can equally reduce the nation’s society of homeless individuals for whom we have discarded upon the land which will become “Recyclable” just as we will become “Recyclable”.  We all bring forth life whether it be by child or by earth; we all learn what it is like to live upon a planet we call a blue marble, and we all learn what it is like in preparation for death.  Mankind will give back to the earth just as we have taken from it; as to what we take and give back to this blue marble is dependent upon the faces we place before the mirrors of others.  We have already begun to reduce the nation’s homeless society by one percent (1%) in accordance with The 2013 Annual Homeless Assessment Report (AHAR) to Congress; if we could further that by reducing our unemployment rate with the Homeless society by one percent (1%), we may achieve a succession rate which would escalate into limitless possibilities.  Our current percentages of Homeless and Unemployment are detailed here:

The 2013 Annual Homeless Assessment Report (AHAR) to Congress[i]

•   610,042 people were homeless in the United States

•   Nearly two-thirds of people experiencing homelessness (65 percent or 394,698) were living in emergency shelters or transitional housing programs.

•   More than one-third of all homeless people (35 percent or 215,344) were living in unsheltered locations such as under

Ratios of the Unemployed to the Homeless[ii]

While employment and training programs geared to homeless people have proven to be effective in helping homeless persons obtain work, successful completion of an employment program by a homeless person does not necessarily end his or her homelessness. He or she still needs a decent job and a place to live. Therefore, transitional housing programs such as Sound Families in Seattle have become very beneficial. By giving these families a place to live, they appear to be better able to find housing. In this program, employment upon entry into the transitional housing was 27%; when these people exited their employment rate was 50% (Long, Rio, & Rosen, 2007).

My ideas to reduce the number of Unemployed and the Homeless are to reduce the number of “Recyclable” individuals.  In the past the last ten years, I have been coming up upon several ideas to reduce the Unemployment and Homeless ratios.  Here are just a few ideas I have created, and where opportunities can be established:

• We can reduce the Unemployment ratio by one (1%) percent within each company, just one percent.  This one percent comes from your company and business employment openings; if you took one person off the Unemployment Line by hiring them prior who hiring an individual who is already receiving wages from an employer, we then can take that one person off unemployment.
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• When we hire an individual who standing on the Unemployment Line at a lesser wage than the current salary of the job offering, and provide them training and education from government grants which employers are entitled to train and elevate his or hers education to the standards of the open job opening; then, we can increase the salary of the individual after completion of their education, training and probationary period.
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• Now, if we took these ideas and offered them to our Homeless society, we could stimulate the hearts of mankind.
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• Most homeless know where to seek aid, but the cost of providing a service to educate and train the Homeless society comes at a cost.  The cost usually comes from our United States Government grants, from the aid of a community, from the aid our churches, from the aid of our business, and from the aid of an individual.  A resource of knowledge can be found in the Homeless community; all we need to do is provide a place for education and training of other homeless individuals to train and educate a society of Homeless.

Recycling our society in volunteerism inside our United State Department of Labor to provide education and training to all who are unemployed, whether it be through a computer or whether it be hands-on.

We are then here by recycling the knowledge of all mankind to build a homestead in one’s mind, one’s heart, and one’s hand.  We have then provided a fertile ground for one to plant a seed where he can harvest with his cattle to provide a shelter from a storm where the necessity shall rise.  We have yet to see the disaster of a Homeless society; we came across one when the twin towers fell upon the earth.  What happens when the old rumor has been said, “that Los Angeles will all off the face of the earth and Nevada will have beach front property?”  A home is a place we can place our children, a home is a place we can place our families, a home is a place where we can place our feet, our animals, and our belongings; whereas, employment is a place where we build our hopes, our dreams, our futures, our prospects, our ideas, our viewpoints, our outlooks and our visions.  There is always potential for advancement; advancement may come from inside a Homeless society to being a Chief Executive Officer (CEO) or President of a company or corporation, one may never know or one by just blog about their success.

Our lives began as began a “Recyclable” population upon a marble which is a blue as the night’s sky, our lives began within the animal kingdom upon a marble where land fertile, and mankind made us of an animal kingdom.  We all live, we all die; as to how we live and as to how we die is here upon this planet we call a “Blue Marble”.  This “Big Blue Marble” we call home is a place made of recyclable materials and food.  As animals we consume everything, as man we consume and create, as mankind in the animal kingdom we devour all resources, and as man we can build a future where all animals can live and survive.  To destroy mankind is an abomination, to destroy an animal kingdom is eradication, and to destroy an animal kingdom which man was grown to love and cherish is a heartfelt; when mankind ends his own kingdom, then mankind must rise up again creating from ruin a society where man and animal can reside.  Will the planet we love and a nation we have created come to aid to rebuild a society where life was once created?  Upon the ruins there is life, a life homeless individuals and animals; will you come to aid the men and women that are in need and train them to rebuild a society where we can govern over our own home and animal kingdom?  Live begins with the hand of mankind, the mind which creates life is the mind that educates, teaches and coaches another to succeed in rebuilding a society where neighborhoods, communities, commodities, churches, businesses, and partnerships, and the heart creates opportunities, trust, belief, hope, confidence, faith and love.

When we extend our hands to mankind, do we extend our hearts, and/or do we extend our minds?  If it wasn’t for my heart, my mind would never extend my hand; when we extend a denomination that bears the markings of our United States Noble Eagle we utilize our hands; when we utilize our minds to extend our hands then we have built a trust were mankind can communicate.  When we extend our hearts we connect through communication to embroider a thread where our heads, our hearts, and our mind can build a network within one’s self to another or an animal kingdom.  We join together to build a bond to leave the “Recyclable” society in the past, and to forge a new foundation where mankind has once tread.  We are going live, and we are going to die; that is a part of existence.  Our animal kingdoms are going to live, and our animal kingdoms are going to die; that is part of their existence.  As to the choice that come within our existence are the decisions we make, and as to the decisions our animals make are the choices we have to live with.  Our choices are our decisions, and how we utilize those decisions come from within where the heart of soul is make these decisions to allow the mind to expand and erect a foundation where all mankind can contribute to another.  We have become sheltered within a realm where men and women hide behind the barriers of signs; these signs can either be placed before us we paw for a Noble Eagle to coin our own futures, or these signs be behind the labels that stimulate a society into a paradox where conflict, inconsistency, and disagreement have arisen.

The journey as to where life takes has yet to unanswered.  Our lives are our journeys, and our homes are our sanctuaries; whether or not, if we are homeless or harbored, we still travel through a thoroughfare of decisions, choices and options which leads and guides us through life; but, when those things are taken away from us and left to the hands of others, then we cannot harbor a thought which will propel our lives into opportunity where we can construct our own threads and ties to a life where we can yield a harvest, raise cattle, build a foundation for a family and children, adopt an animal kingdom to provide us warmth, humor, sadness, comfort, conversation, and above smiles.  If these things are taken away from each of us, then we have yet to unleash our own opportunity to yield a harvest of kindness where prosperity and hope can flourish upon a place we call earth.  This earth will not last forever, nor will our harvest, nor will our homes, nor will our communities, our neighborhoods, our societies or our governments; our lives comes together and our lives come apart, our animals kingdoms come together and our animal kingdoms play these games, our homes will come together and our homes will come tumbling down for the remodeling will wield a hand and the wield of our hand will bring upon the destruction, our building will ascend into the skies where the day will be covered by shadow and our buildings will descend where shelters will be built to deliver protection from a storm where the homeless will reside, and our homeless will come together where population will escalate to a number which is uncontrollable and our homeless will bring forth a lending hand to others who have weathered the storms of violence and devastation.

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[i] The 2013 Annual Homeless Assessment Report (AHAR) to Congress

[ii] National Coalition for the Homeless

The Homeless, Section 4

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Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  July 23, 2014

The Homeless, Section 4

As the blades of the grass grows from underneath the warmth of our backs, the earth moves with the weight of those who have caught the rising sun where the animals have either traveled either on foot, on animal or on transport, we gaze in to the sky viewing the possibilities of a future where a skyline of prosperity will offer riches and fulfillment so we can leave the fields of despair which have brought us vision to yield a growth in workforce.  As the blades of grass pierce our backsides, so do the words and writings of rejection.  We spend all day contemplating a new beginning, managing our resources, and building the bravery to face a world where progress can be achieved from a person who sees a world in a different light.  The light can either be dark or it can be as bright as the Northern Star because these are the hours we begin our journeys though the lands to achieve our own freedom where the ties that we left behind on a land and within the fields where we have toiled to ensure the prosperity of our future, and which has expanded before us and is now beginning to shrinks underneath the soles of our feet, because within these hours we travel in droves to ensure the land is fertile and abundant.  If the land is not fertile or abundant then growth is impossible.  And, if growth is impossible then the wasteland for which we are standing upon is dead and so is the workforce which has aided you in cleaning the grounds for which you have littered.

The grounds which you have left to waste are the grounds where we bring you fortune, growth, abundance, and progress.  The waste which we bring you is the resource for which we have built your homes, your buildings, your businesses, your fields, your lands, your territories, your walls, your barriers, your ships, and your containers for which we drink a wealth of egotism.  With today’s words we have chosen the word, “Recyclable.”  As a labor of homeless are we not as equally recyclable?  As a “Recyclable” human workforce, we are equally as gifted and knowledgeable in a labor force of individuals who have accomplished wonders prior to you achieving your success and wealth.  Within a wealth of labor the hands that come to your for achievement are trained, skilled, competent, proficient, clever, and manageable, but above all we are a labor force which is useful to an environment and can achieve wondrous things from a hand that delivered to those who may have had a time of crisis or need.  We examine various land far across the continents whose nation’s labor force is its national resource and whose population exceeds ours six times over.  Our nation is constantly working and so is its workers; it does not matter if you are employed or not employed, gaining an income or living off the wealth of the land.  We constantly working.  We move in directions that man never thought possible, we shift from forward to reverse, we toss and we turn, we stand on our heads or we stand upon our two feet, because when we are down upon all fours, we are down upon all fours in servitude of mankind. 

When we are upon all fours serving mankind, then we bear the weight of the animal which brings us either up or down as a libation equally does.  Being a part of the homeless society, we bear the weight of mankind for mankind has become the animal in the fields where we sow our seed for harvest and fertilization.  We travel the wasteland seeking fertilization for employment, but destination is impossible without opportunity.  Opportunity in a market which still seeks recovery can then be called a game of chance; because, chance is the game we take.  In the game of chance, on a job market which has yet to fully recover is still a game of chance; the chances of obtaining a position is in the hand of your fellowman.  The field of opportunity where animals have traveled and man bore the backside of society, we gamble to succeed in a market which takes chances on money but not on manpower.  Manpower is the animal you seek to provide you servitude, whether servitude either come a minimum wage or at a high salary; we all seek out some form of denomination.  Inside the homeless society, your recyclable can equal your denomination; whereas, your hand that shakes above the ground where your feet tremble can equal a doorway which was lead from a pathway from doorway-to-doorway.

As a part of the human race and as part of the “Recyclable” community, through one out and buy a new, our homeless society takes more than an equal part in how we are recycled.  The opportunities become limited due to various reason and circumstances.  Some circumstances come from self-gain, some come from egotism, some come from harassment, some come from an injustice, some come from a disability, some come from company closures, some come from a lack of knowledge and training, some come from extended period of unemployment, some come from changes in resume formatting and what people which to see, and some come from the lack of attention that others which to give to those who may be in need of an opportunity where chance and luck can open a doorway to a new pathway from where an existence seemed unlikely.  Circumstances are the roadways we take to seek out a new frontier, and where the new frontier is the horizon which is unforeseen.  The unforeseen circumstance is a journey to the frontier which brings us in the forefront of mankind; whereas, the pathway which leads to the doorway is an open doorway to man and a circumstance to a frontier which brings us to a new horizon.

Within the new horizon is a frontier of man, women and circumstance; because without man, without woman, circumstances cannot be created and opportunities cannot be achieved.  We all strive to be better than what we are; but, the doorways seem always closed.  Inside a laboring workforce, mankind is on a pathway to achievement where a new horizon can be foreseen, and a homeless man or woman can be the succession to your unexpected future.  The unexpected future in unknown as to when, how, or why a change is coming.  With an unexpected future a man or woman who had become or is in a homeless situation can take the time to see a future where mankind can achieve the most un-likeliest of obstacles.  The most un-likeliest of obstacles are to bring one’s self out of poverty to the richest of men; the richest of men may not be in wealth but may be in its fellow mankind.  Riches may come from means of gambling to means of gaining employment after training, riches may come from the soil from where we toiled all day under the suns lava rays which bake the skin from which was torn by the labor of our sweat and thirst of our mouths, or the riches may come from mankind itself where we lead another into a succession of achievements.

When achievements have no pathways, then the pathways bring no riches; and the doorways which are to open and not to close have riches for all to share, where the sharing is an endeavor for one to excel and soar for the flight is in our achievement and triumph.  When we share our riches the triumph can be achieved gracefully and without embarrassment; where the embarrassment comes from is from those who chose to walk away from the sight which sets before them, because that sight could be their reflection as they passed by a man or woman for whom they have chosen not to lend assistance.  When lending assistance mankind improve one’s existence on a frontier which holds a new horizon; and, each man and woman can boldly go where no man has gone before into a future where homelessness has been abolished as equally as we have abolished slavery.  For the equality of mankind seems to come in paycheck, and where denomination is our status and our education is our norm.  The education that you may see on a resume may not equate to the education and training that equates to the trade for which one labors on hour-less days where sweat and perspiration have transpired.  The qualification of your degree may not match the qualifications of your degree, but, your degree may include the calculations and a skill which required on-hands training.  Our degree differs by the psychology, sociology, the character, the direction, and interaction of individuals or persons.  The concentrations require labor extensive ours, but also require the insight, the background, the development, and the interactions between individuals or persons; because, mankind also or by itself cannot build, grow, or mature when one is by itself.  Each person must have an animal, a man or a woman to interact with society, a community, a neighborhood, or a home; when we are standing alone in the field which arose from the desert we find a vast land worthy of development.

As we develop the land we want to call home to build our homestead we find that it becomes labor intensive and the land becomes defined by our labor; our labor is the work of our hand which is torn by the tools we use to ensure the soil is fruitful.  As we work the land, we stop and find that the land may be in need of more tools to turn the soil, to lift the trees which we have laid to the ground and removed it greenery for mulch and packing, to hoist the logs upon a foundation to construct a home where I can raise a roof to build a shelter cover me from the storm, the wind, the rain, the heat, the moisture, and from the dry air which evaporates the sweat from my leathered skin; we then seek out an animal kingdom which will aid us in our construction of our home and the harvesting of the land.  We have turned the soil from which the oxen, mules and horse have turned, we have constructed a figure made from a resource from the land we settled, and we have harvested the earth to produce a resource which an abundance is required; the homestead which is surrounded by earth, soil, gravel, trees, brushes, shrubs and contains water for which our bodies require to produce the sweat of our labor which bring us our riches and wealth.

Upon the land now resides a home, how many bedrooms, how many bathroom, how many kitchens, and how many living spaces does not really matter; it is a settlement where I can shelter myself and my animal kingdom from the storm, reap my harvest feed my cattle, horses, mules and myself, and relax from a day’s worth of labor because I have built my workforce upon a land where a nation will shelter mankind and bring forth a wife, a child or children, and an animal kingdom where a dog and cat shall be called Scrabble and Binxy.  Upon this land contains my riches where my choice in my decisions shall be made and heard, where the choices of my decisions become my own, and my mistakes become my pitfalls; the choices my of where my animal kingdom make are their choice for the cattle lay down with the cattle, and horses and mules lay down with each other.  Scrabble and Binxy are of a different animal kingdom however the choice and decisions are theirs to make; whereas, their behaviour is monitored by their owner.  I am my own animal kingdom and inside my animal kingdom reside a woman, a man and a child, and the decisions we make are the choices which will lead us into a new frontier of prosperity and warmth.  For I once was homeless, without a home, nonetheless I now a place where the warmth of my heart can grow and bring hope into the future of mankind.

I have now created a pathway within my home where doorways lead to places lead to a furnishings, and furnishings lead to comfort.  When the furnishings are gone they become “Recyclables,” and where do we recycle the “Recyclables”?  Upon a wasteland to ensure a homeland can remain fertile to ensure the regeneration of earth and the land can reproduce the losses of its resources; because, if the waste of mankind cannot be renew then the revitalization of ground where we place our two feet and the animals place their four feet, mankind will vanish and turn upon themselves as wolves have turned on man.  If man has created a pathway in his home, then a man can create a roadway to bring forth labor.  I roadway can bring from labor, then a doorway has lend itself to an opening where a workforce then is created.  The creation of labor had lent itself to the development of training and education; where training and education has lent itself to the nutriment of leadership and guidance of mankind upon the lands which will flourish on a nation underneath a Northern Star, where light can be found in the darkest of the nights.

Upon the roadways in the darkest of nights and an animal kingdom now resides under the trees, the shrubs and bushes, mankind hides from the animals that close the openings to the doorways which brought the animal down a pathway to wealth and growth, harvest of knowledge, the invention of change, and the transformation of a society to revolutionize a future of “Recyclable” men, women, and animals.  A new society can be born in an animal kingdom where mankind will rule the earth to discover that as “Recyclable” men and women, man can change, alter and transform, for a man or woman of means to a man or woman of modest living to a man and woman of poverty; mankind can evolve from animal and amend a nations worth of homeless men and women into a livable society which would welcome them and strengthen them so they may discover not only themselves but their fellowman.  Not all men and women are suited for the workforce environment, but wouldn't it be great if we could find a place where their hopes and dreams could come true just as our pride runs through our constitution and the colors of our nation’s flag.  These men and women still provide a workforce full of labor because their experiences may not equal our own; however, their skills can become ours, whereas, our skill can become theirs.

Their society now where equivalent to a society of those who may have their own homestead or development; nonetheless, their society can become our society.  They travel within our society sometimes unnoticed and sometimes with hand to offer; within their travel they travel on foot, on bus or by thumb.  These men and women may not deserve fair treatment, some have not evolved from their animalistic nature, some may only be seeking temporary housing to shelter themselves from the turmoil that has befell them, and some may need aid to ensure their disability can be governed either by another or by themselves.  Fair treatment is deserved by all who come before us; we do not impart fairness to all whether mankind be of a society of homeless men and women to a society of lower class citizens to a society of middle class inhabitants to a society of upper class highbrow ordinary men and women.  We all view each other differently, we all view each other the same; we don’t see each other for who we truly are whether it be through our education, our mannerisms, our statue, our walk, our character, our demeanor, or through our pocket book or wallets.  We see a man, we see a woman, we see each other, we don’t see each other; we may sit across from you, we may sit next to you, we may sit alone or we may sit at different tables, but what we don’t see is person for whom we have created in the mirrors of each other’s lives.

I may reside within a homeless society, I may reside in my car, I may reside in the home of my parents or relatives, or I may reside behind a shrub, a bush, or underneath a trees where my belongings are carefully place in a cart which may have carried your child and groceries; what matters is that I deserve fair treatment as you deserve the same.  I have traveled upon the soles of my feet and have torn the leather from my soles, I have broken my laces where I have left the threads to leave a trail of my remembrance, and/or I may have left my shirt upon the road where many have traveled just as I have donated my trousers to those who may be in need; I have created pathways for horizons for others to follow, I have prospered where others will flourish, and I have endeavored to bring you into a future where the homeless will pursue your aid.  I have struggled to find myself, I have committed a grave infraction, I have become a man who foresee change in society where other have discarded their human waste upon land I have to obtain shelter, and I have become a man who will bring the future to you whether it be in my writing or within heart because my head has brought my hand to the paper to provide you thought where food can thrive.

The Homeless, Section 3

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Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  May 11, 2015

The Homeless, Section 3

Traveling the pathways to success or poverty are the trail ways we travel through life.  The trail ways lead us in many directions whether they are to the right, to the left, to the North or to the South; but, the pathway always leads us in a direction so long as we do not divert from the sight which is set before us.  As we pound the paved or gravel roadways which are lined with soot and grout, the debris which befalls us is the wind which carries the barriers of our strife.  The wind attacks us from all directions even from underneath our feet; we find within the wind the troubles to success because the winds of change can lead us on to a road of poverty.  The winds come strong pushing us forward, because otherwise the winds that confront us are bodies are the stressors that drive us forward.  The gusts that drive us sideways are those men and women that lead us astray.  The wind that ram us into the ground are those who tower over us voice their strengths telling us we are not either educated enough, lack the experience, insufficient time in work, there is too much to read, or they pass us bye by turn the page, filing the paper for six month to a year, or dispatching an email to notify us saying “Thank you for applying; however, your skills did not meet the requirements of the position, or we have chosen an alternate candidate for this position.”  And, as the winds which come from underneath are the challenges we either step over or place our foot upon to huddle ourselves forward in the direction which will lead us into happiness and success; because as we know, happiness only comes with success unless you see things differently.

As we pass through these winds which drive us in multiple directions, we explore the avenues where the trees, bushes and shrubs shade us from the draught of the dried earth which keeps us above the ground surrounding our cities, our counties, our neighborhoods, our businesses, our residences, our homes, our shelters, our gathering places, and our nation; because, beyond our nation is only water that drives this oasis to either rise or fall beneath the lava which offers us land to place our feet, our backsides, our hands, and our hearts because our heads are filled with the winds which move our feet in directions that can cause tremulous, whereas, the tremulous can be noticed within the grasp of our hands.  As the greenery stretches across our planet also covers our backsides, and where the sun has caused our necks to raisin the draught which keeps our lands so does our tongues; we shroud ourselves with leaves and bushes to prevent the redness of the sun likeness and also provides with liquid to which will keep our lands flourished and our mouths moist.  The draught comes from the lack of opportunities for which the changes in policies have denied us the chances for success; whereas, the draught which has kept our mouths dry has disallowed us speech.  The shroud we wear which were hand-made from the branches, leaves, and grass are the uniforms we wear inside the environment of a society which does not see us.  Our covering may provide some shade but the sun supplements the necessities to which we survive in the wilderness of our governing neighborhoods and establishments.  As we tremble upon the ground where our feet are placed, our hands tremble within the shaking of our courage; our courage is stimulated by our confidence for achievement, and our confidence for achievement is met by the wind for which our tongues have flow.

The leather of our backsides matches the leather on our chest, the tans may be uneven but the leather upon our shoes is worn just as the sweat is drowning our irises and backsides, and the clothing is borrowed or used, whereas, we left a piece of clothing behind in the remembrance of where we have been because now my clothing is almost gone and that pieces that remain upon my backside are now the threads which hang giving notice that we need an abundance of furnishings which can only be provided by a hand to raise us up from the ground which we laid upon.  The leather is caused by the fields we have traveled for the rows are narrow and the fields are vast, we have lent a hand or we may have traveled across showing our thanks for we have lent a hand in the gratitude of the labor you have contributed to ensure our lands flourish underneath the soles of your feet.  Within the fields we have left many pieces, we have left many threads, and we have sewn many alliances where the land can cultivate and wield a harvest in growth of employment.  Our backs may be sore but the ground is cool to the touch because the grass has grown as we rested upon its blades, our feet may be wearisome from the weight of our bodies and the baggage we carry, and our heads may be overheated from the lava of the sun’s rays but we have toiled to ensure the fulfillment of our workforce which would increase the abundance of goods providing us with a commodity of riches.

The Homeless, Section 2

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Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  July12, 2014

The Homeless, Section 2

The images we see are the images of the homeless; the homeless is a person who is lost, the homeless is a person without a home, the homeless is a person without a job, the homeless is a person without a friend, the homeless is a person without a family, the homeless is a person without an acquaintance, the homeless is a person who has no direction, the homeless is something you push upon a person, the homeless is a label that you have so easily placed upon another person, and the homeless is classification as which we hold as is if we had bitten into a poison apple.  The images we hope to see for the homeless are the images we wish to see in ourselves.  We see the homeless as discard waste to our society, and we do not see what they contribute.  They keep the job market moving; they are the ones that are in and out of jobs so frequently.  Well, this is what we think they do; some actually stay in their jobs until they can see a promotion or advancement within a company, or even in relocation.  The homeless are the ones that aid us in recycling to reduce our carbon foot print; they are the ones that labor with the sun to their backsides to ensure the reduction of a carbon foot print is achieved.

You may not notice, or maybe you have; but, when have noticed you have turned your head rather thanking them for their contribution to our local community and to our planet that we share together.  The carbon we save is the carbon we can push back into the ground from which we have so greedily burned through combustion.  The carbon we breathe is the carbon we are deemed to seek out death by; this carbon is will eventually remove the discarded from this earth.  We discard our looks upon the Homeless as we easily as we discard the rubbish from our windows as we travel down the pathways which carry us from one destination to another.  The pathways of the homeless are the same pathways we travel until the roads divide taking us to another destination upon our journey through our lives.  The destinations of the homeless are the same journeys we travel except their journeys are their challenges that they face as we face the challenges of seeing ourselves in a mirror and identifying either our names or our identity.  Our identities can be lost as equally as a homeless member of our society can be lost amongst the either the towers of a large city, the small buildings within a residential area, or within the wasteland of the desert where the brushes and shrubs grow to provide shade to the animal kingdom which seek relief from the heat of the blazing sun which rides upon their backsides all day long.

No matter where the homeless reside, they travel the highways and roadways which expose a pathway to your home or your business which both contain the waste of our environment which was created by mankind.  How we travel these roadways is dependent upon how healthy and strong-spirited the homeless are.  The destination of each person’s journey is as vast has our roadways which either made of dirt, sand or mud, or of rock and tar for which we can lathe our faces.  The pathways are filled with debris as our loathing for the homeless is filled with disdain for a community which hides within our society, whether, it be in the dark, in the shadows, underneath a tree, behind a waste receptacle, or in an automobile seeking out parking either for long-term or short-term; each long-term or short-term parking will never be for an extended period of time.  The extended periods of time are those for which our society will see because our society wishes to never see the homeless for which they have so easily discard upon the roadway, the hidden spots, the back allies of your businesses and residences, the darkened ravine, and the shadows in the blackened allies where the dumpsters collect the human waste for lack of a public facility.

In the darkness we fear the unknown, the unknown which is set right there in front of us, beside us, next to us, or right there… right there behind us.  The darkness hides the shadows, and we, as the Homeless, are the shadows of society just as the shadows upon your face which your make-up or sunglasses may hide.  The darkness shrouds over our eyes as we cover our eyes with eye shadow as the sunglasses cover over the black-eye you may have received from the scuffle or beating that you may have taken, because the shrouds of darkness hide the reality of who we are; where, the shrouds of darkness hide the reality of who we are when we are homeless.  The darkness covers, the darkness masks, the darkness provides the shade from which we have scorched our necks and backsides, and the darkness provides us new prey for which we can prey upon either the weak or the strong, the elderly or the young, or the homeless or the not so homeless.  As we seek cover within the shadows knowing the darkness will take away our light and the heat from our necks and where are sweat pours downward unto our backsides, we shroud ourselves in clothing that will mask our appearance and will keep us warm, and hidden from the prey which travels along the pathways to either our places of business or residence.

The pathway lead us in multiple directions, and in the mid of night the thorough-way may not appear clear; the night hides the trees and the brush, and hides our predators for whom prey upon us.  It truly may not matter if we are homeless or if we are the Homeless, when we on the terrain we are without a home.  The terrain holds many animals, they all travel to find food and water and the buildings resemble trees, whereas, our homes resemble the brush; whereas, man resembles the animal which preys upon our dwellings.  Our dwellings are the places we rest our feet; it doesn't matter if you are at work or play.  The places where we rest are feet are supposed to be a secure shelter from where the storm may fall; there are many storms which dance upon our heads.  They are here to provide us food and water, and an oasis so our bodies may dwell upon the land that was divided by water so long ago.

Our dwellings come in numerous configurations where they come with countless settings arrangements for our bodies to place our backsides.  Our feet take us to the places we find to rest; they are the most used resource of our bodies.  Whereas, our hand are our paws which access our necessities to survive amongst the land where our dwellings have been place strategically long the landscape of the land because the land is what hold our structures together as we hold our clans together.  We travel together across the land where or roads have either come together or have divided amongst the valleys or within the deserts, or within the oceans; as the homeless we travel a footpath by ourselves and seldom without others to walk by our sides.  The footways are the paths to either a life of solitude, or a life we spend with others; as our paws are used to provide us the necessity to life, our hand are used in many of formats either to reach for a pen, to grasp our swords, to wipe the disgrace from our backsides, to cleanse our faces and to wash our feet from the soil which our earth has provided, to hold the money which we need to survive the wilderness of our society, to paw at our family members when we are child reaching for our mother’s milk, to masturbate upon the conflicts of sexuality, and extend upon another as we grasp the hands of our fellowman because mankind are the ones who have left us homeless upon roadways which we either travel to success or poverty.

The Homeless, Section 1

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Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  July 17, 2014

The Homeless, Section 1

Are the Homeless truly homeless, or are they just without a home?  What is it like to be without… without a home… without a place to place your belongings?  What is like to be homeless without friends, family, acquaintances and associates?  What is life like when you cannot earn a wage, or rely on the government for assistance?  Is there a place to play upon this earthly ground, is there a place to play upon a playground, or is there a place to play above the ground?  Where is home, where is my playground, where is the place I place my head, and just where is the place I place the remains of heart?  I am here to provide you with my heart on this matter for my heart is my home, and my heart is the only home I have; so, what I have left is my shield and my sword which protect and defend my heart which I carry home.  Therefore, I am never truly homeless; I am just without… without a place to play with my things inside a place I can call home.

The Homeless are homeless for many of reasons, and many of reasons which are unknown to me or maybe to you because you may know of a man who is homeless and shares a pathway into a place within your home.  Under federal law to be homeless is to be without a home; as to your chronic condition of homelessness is founded upon various conditions and varied situations.  To be listed as “HOMELESS” sounds so derogatory in terms of the name itself.  We all have a picture of an individual on the street corner, either with a sign or just with their hand placed outward ready to receive the smallest amount of denomination possible.  The signs are come in many sizes, many shapes and in many forms; most commonly from a cardboard box.  What you don’t question is where the box came from; what is their home, was it their temporary shelter, or was it the covering they placed over their head when it rained.  The sign what was it made of, what was written upon this piece of paper that drew your attention, and what was used to stencil upon placard which was being presented before you that passed by your eye?  Was it a pen, a crayon with color to emulate the need for which their heart may have or may have not desired, was it a marker which was discarded and may have gone transparent, or maybe… maybe… it could easily be the feces of our own human waste because we are the waste which mankind so easily discards.

Whomever the man or woman is on the corner, under the tree, in front of your local market or store, in the park which may lay upon their backside or in a shelter which may house many, a few, several, or just one; how do you look upon them?  Is it the same way you look upon yourself in the mirror which I have brought to the forefront verses the background, or is it the way you look upon your family, your friends, your relatives, your acquaintances, or your internet friends?  You may read upon with your disgust or an appetite to do nothing; whatever it may be, that image of homelessness is right there in front of you.  The images of homelessness come in many of form, shape and size because the homeless even have to look upon the mirrors which we share in public.  Are we the homeless or are we the ones without a home?  I maybe secure in the place I reside, I may be protected by four walls, a ceiling and a floor underneath my feet, or I may be secure with who I am.  Who I am is protected now by my shield and my sword for which I carry to protect and defend against the gaining foe which will stand before me and attack at my heart.  Where the Homeless places their two feet or their backsides is a place of their choosing; however, their choosing may not be the place of their heart.

The term “HOMELESS” is given to us by our governments which oversee the population of those who become transient.  Where is the need of homelessness?  Is it the need of just a place to stay for a while, whether it be for a day, a week, a month, three months, or a year; or is it a label which we place on those who are carrying their baggage behind them, or within a vehicle, or upon their backsides, or is a place for one to get a fresh start, possibly with a job, or possibly for recovery, or possibly a rescue or an escape?  Is it a place to shower, to shave or a place to defecate; maybe…, it is for all three?  Are reason are truly only know to us and not to our governments.  The label in my opinion is a label that I wish I did not have to wear; nevertheless, it is a classification that I must place on paper in order to receive aid.  As to how much aid I receive is dependent upon my need, my disability, my handicap, my disorder, my quest, my survival, and even a community support.  My need for a home was based upon my need for a job, a need for wages, a need for shelter, and a need because all other doors were closed to me.  I may be standing on the Unemployment Line awaiting a position, but our unemployment factors do not work the same as they used to twenty to thirty years ago from this era of self-promotion.

My need comes from a place where I cannot park and sleep in my vehicle on a nightly basis not know where I am going to be able to shower, shave and prepare myself for an interview.  My need comes from knowing that sleeping upon my backside upon the ground which the earth’s core warms are backsides and the air cools the sweat that radiates from our brow.  My need comes from know that I don’t have to defecate or urinate upon your lawn, or leave a brown flaming bag of manure; nor do I have to ask for a key to utilize a public facility knowing that the restrooms are for paying customers only.  My need comes knowing that I do not have to wash my garments either in a toilet or within a sink which may leave a trail of markings behind.  Because of who I am, I take these things into consideration and for your consideration; although, your consideration may not equal my consideration.  I am not judging you as to what you see, but I am merely highlighting the things that you may see or want to forget.  Do we forget our homeless?  Possibly…?  We pass by then on a daily basis, and as to the actions that we take are the actions that we don’t take.

I have been known to not take any action when I may have been employed; however, it does not mean that I do not open my head to the thought of the need that is required to support our homeless.  Am I guilty of not contributing?  Yes.  Am I guilty of not offering?  Yes.  Am I in a situation that has been brought upon by the actions of others?  Yes.  These actions may easily have been because of the recession, these actions may have easily been brought upon by the Sheriffs of Riverside County, these actions may have been brought upon by my own hand, or these actions may have easily been brought upon by our policies on how we hire our homeless society.  I struggle on a daily basis; now through depression, false arrest records, false accusations, harassment thought a form of electronic communication, knowing where my next place of residence is going to be whether it be inside a jail cell serving three square nutritious meals a day, or whether it be in another shelter, or whether it be scouring the street for a place to park or to escape the heat of the day where the sun shines brightly down upon the trees which provide the shade where seek out the breeze for which the wind will provide to cool our backsides and the hair which may rise upon ones chest.  I am struggling to make a court appearance, make a job interview, to make life happen underneath my feet.  I am struggling to stay in contact in family, with friends, with business contacts, with my animal kingdom, and my medical appointments; it even goes to the extent of proving my cases for which I have so unjustly and been wrongfully accused.

I struggle to maintain my sanity knowing that at any moment of the day my depression could escalate.  After surviving a suffocation, a suicide attempt with a knife to the throat, a suicide which lead to resurrection and a suicide attempt which lead to me calling the local Sheriff’s Department leading to an ambulance and the pumping of my stomach, I find almost solace and a friend within a shelter which has provide me a place to call home.  It may not be permanent, but it is out of reach from the harm that others have caused.  Homelessness is not a virtue nor is it something I would wish upon anybody, but it is a place where I can obtain a hot meal, warm bedding, clean clothing, workforce assistance, aid to medical appointment, maybe not all types but those that are available, or a friend, and a place where I can feel comfortable, yes…, I said, “comfortable” to defecate.  My needs are fewer than others, however, they may be greater than most; my need for assistance is the need for a place, a place where I can look, I can glare, I can study, I can move forward, and a place I can advance and especially a place where a mirror is hung inside a nook so I may prepare to examine the images that I see upon a daily basis.

The images are sometimes singular in thought and the motions appear the same, the person behind the grocery cart may be the person you least likely to expect to change a nation; whereas, the motions are the same to insight a bit of change into ones hand, hat or box for you either assist or not assist in placing a noble eagle within my grasp.  The images of the homeless are the images you want to see.  Each person’s condition is different and never the same.  An image of the homeless is an image which can set before you; where have you placed you mirror?  Is your mirror on your bureau, your nightstand, on your bathroom wall, hung within the closet, on your makeup counter, or strategically placed within the room for your self-image to appear; whereas, in a public restroom your image may never appear, for you may just have to look for a shiny surface that is either dull or a distorted reflection of who you are.  You mirror or reflecting glass should be in a place for you to pass by every time you either enter or exit a room.  The image are always going to change, and so, are the people that pass by these images of who they are.

The minutes of the day are the minutes within the hour; whereas, seconds of the day are the seconds we wonder if those images we look at are going to change either in front of our eyes or in front of someone else’s irises.  The images may take on a metamorphosis whether we are peering into those not so shiny objects which contain a reflection of my distorted image because the image upon my face is already distorted by the uncleanliness of our environment; or whether if they appear within a piece of glass which contains the nickel for which are noble eagles may reside.  There may be a room without a reflecting metal; does your image still appear or do you stand there a feel your way through the image which you have memorized for so many years; subsequently, you could say the image was standing in the room.  The reflection of the image may not have been set before you; however, you could have easily created an image within your own creation of an oasis.