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.