What If...?! Part 3...I was Never Told the Untold Story

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Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  June 30, 2014

What If...?!  Part 3...I was Never Told the Untold Story

What if…?!

What if…!  I was never told the untold story?  The untold story…, where would I be today?  Probably still dead on the cold tile floors of a public rest area for all public view to see.  Where exactly was I left on the red brick colored floor where urine and fesses may lay in the cold air, it was behind a locked stall door which could be readily opened where anyone could rescue my lifeless body.  My head and body rest upon the floor after the collapse of my weight descending to the ground.  My head bleeding from the kick-plate to the cold stainless-steel bowl which holds our bodily waste.  My left and ankle extended beyond the latched doorway to my rescue and my body ever so leaning backwards into the next stall for all public view to laugh and point a finger.

There I lay, there I stayed, there… there… there to be mocked and ridiculed by those whom not know what to do.  If I hadn't revived, if I hadn't recovered, and if I hadn't awakened to my own blood which had bled and clotted.  I arose in bewilderment as to my whereabouts and as to how long I had been undiscovered; I laid there in disgrace and in disgrace of those who had left me there.  I knelt, I climbed, I stood and I staggered as I swayed trying to keep my balance; I gathered my strength upon my two feet as I leaned into the wall for balance.  The room was still cold from the fall weather as the moon had arose above the earth, and I found myself grabbing at tissue to clean and cleanse the area; and, as for myself, I needed to do the same.  I continued to awaken to my surroundings, I opened the stall door and exited to find brown paper towels for which to thoroughly clean the area and myself; I was covered in blood.  My head, my heart, and my hands laid in a covering of red plasma which needed to be washed away as my sin needed to be washed away.

My own transgression was my sin upon myself and for those who hath saved me after my suffocation.  I staggered to the wash area and cleansed my body as I cleansed the floor for which I had laid.  I manage to stop the bleeding and wash away the appearance of the disgrace I had endured.  The area which I laid and the area which I had bled over became clean with some effort, towels and water.  The basin, the kick-plate and the tiled floor became as if I was never there.  So, if this story went untold, then this story went untold; wherefore, this story is my story where I share my story to you and all.  This untold story is a story to tell; where to tell this story is to change our faces in a nation where we wear our disgraces.  The disgrace in this untold story is that I am the one that has make each person aware of the blind-sightedness of the untold story where we as people of a society are blinded by the need of an individual.

This untold story is also an untold story of the harassment, the injustice, the pain and anguish an individual must endure.  This story is about violence, vengeance, sexual assault, wrongful arrests, covert operations, non-disclosure, ignorance, bullying, and lack of integrity in mankind.  This becomes the story of stories, where stories seem untrue but are true to fact.  These stories are stories which make life sometimes unbelievable, but are the stories which make dreams come true.  This story is a story where life, liberty, justice, the pursuit of happiness and the American Way prevail.  This story is the story where we question truth, honesty, integrity, life, liberty, hope, decency, value, friendships, relationships, passion, lust, trust, ignorance, intelligence, forth rightfulness, dishonesty and thievery.  This is the story where we start tell ourselves and others “True and Factual Statements,” because this is the story of stories where “Big Fat Lies” have been told.

Where am I today?  Alive!  I am alive.  This story was the story of secrets.  The secrets are to never tell this story.  Why shouldn't my story be told?  Was it to keep me imprisoned?  Yes.  Was it to take advantage of a person whose self-worth meant something to him?  Yes.  Was it to teach this person a lesson?  Yes; but, now whose lessons are they?  This story needs to be spoken; there are many stories which overlap the initial suffocation that was broadcast live over an open internet with three individuals at the helm, and one a relative to mask the relationship of the assailant.  The story goes, “To Play USNdaddy and USNpig as the Fool” or “To Play this Man as the Fool”.  This story exposes how our fellow mankind wanted to play the role of USNdaddy, and never had the gall to tell him as to the game they were playing.  These men all hid behind one man, these women all hid behind one woman; these men followed the lead of one man, whereas, these woman followed the lead of one woman.

These man and women wanted to stand in the shoes of USNdaddy or USNpig just as Carroll Scherber stood in the sandals of Jesus Christ.  I easily spoke of how “they all wanted to be USNdaddy but could not stand up to him.”  These words became easily misconstrued.  In these stories, one was to stand on the backside of another; whereas, another was to sit upon the lap of another.  USNdaddy stands for his integrity and honor, his knowledge and kindness, his aid and courtesy, and his self-identification.  When one man stands for these values, do others chastise and ridicule?  Or, do these share and treasure the measure of the man?  We would rather play a man or woman as the fool rather than ask ourselves as to how I can share in this person’s life.  So, to play the man or woman as the fool is truly to stand in another’s shoes.

I can sit here and read out to you many examples of how to play our fellow mankind as the fool; or, I can write upon the descriptions of the fool.  Which would you prefer…?  Well, here are just a few definitions of the word “Fool.”  To dupe, to make the clown, to make the laughing stock, to hoodwink, or to make one the monkey.  My experience here has been where they have mislead, deceived, and to make me look as if I was the buffoon.  Why?  I have easily spoke to the events that have occurred, but these reason are because I would not play their game; I just played their game a bit differently, but yet, a little the same.  I decided to take down an entire community, one nation, one government, and several crimes all in one motion of the pen.  These reasons have been outlined throughout my story thus far; I find more and more reasons that mankind plays me as the fool.  If we stop and examine a time not too long ago, but in our distant past where one man was played as the fool differently than other men have played the men of the Holy Bible as the fool.

Jesus Christ was played as the fool in many ways which are still unknown to mankind; these stories are being communicated to me, Carroll Scherber, through the words of Jesus Christ and our Holy Father.  The games we are here to play are the games that came down from the Kingdom of Heaven; these games we share a little the same as the Jesus Christ shared with his men and women of his time.  Each man, each woman, each child and each animal has been played as the fool.  What we don’t see is how our Holy Father plays mankind as the fool.  When He plays us as the fool, he plays us as the fool.  When He finds His children, the ones that are to lead man and women out, He places trials and stresses upon these men; whereas, the women are the ones who are there to comfort the men and children, whereas, the children are there to comfort and build a companionship with our animal kingdoms.

Each of these men where played as the fool in differently than each woman was played as the fool; each man plays a game as an animal, whereas, each woman plays a game as an animal.  Each animal plays each animal as the fool upon its backside.  Do our fingers play each man, woman or child as the fool?  Can you answer these questions within the mirror?  Can you answer the questions with someone pointing a finger?  Can you answer these questions with someone on your backside?  As animal, we or they don’t have to answer these questions; we or they just dig their claws into our or their backsides without question.  The reasons animals have are to play a game with each other; are we the animals or are the animals the animals within a kingdom of games?  Animals play these games either for food, training, growth or for fun.  How they play these games is up to the animal; whereas, how we play these games as mankind is up to mankind…that is each and every one of us.

Mankind has been known to play games with animals, and animals have been known to play games with mankind.  Mankind is still playing games with animals, animals are still playing games with animals, and mankind is still playing games with mankind.  I’ll agree that mankind are animals just as animals are animals are to mankind.  Animals play us as the fool for food, animals played us as the fool for change as to mankind played animals as the fool for growth and expansion.  Today, mankind still plays mankind as the fool for science, technology, food, and growth in population, experimentation, incarceration, comedy, parody, knowledge, training, leadership, mentoring, and a pursuit of identity.  Another way to play man as the fool is through deformation of character, plagiarism, and to falsely accuse one based on your own beliefs.

Where are the animals?  Where is mankind?  We are standing right here before you, we are right here behind you, and we are right here next to each other; or, next door or down the street.  However, you see yourself …look upon the mirror; change its lighting if you cannot see, change its view if you cannot follow, or change the animal that stands before the looking glass.  There are many more animals that stand behind you waiting for the mirror.  As we gaze and ogle in the reflecting glass we change its lighting depending on the mood or the mood of the reflection that peers back at us.  We enhance the shadows or we contrast the features whether the features be upon our faces or the features of where the reflecting glass appears.  The reflecting glass is set before us just as a pool of water is rises in the oasis.  As to whether we allow another to take their turn in the reflecting pool, or if we allow another animal to drink beside us; the lighting always changes, the mood always looks dim, the faces always look the same, and the water is always washes away our disgraces.

The water in the reflecting pool always rotates, clockwise or counterclockwise.  The water is always revolving with the changes in the day, the night, the rising of the sun, or the setting of ball that glows in the evening horizon.  The pool bends and curves around our faces just as the light brightens our nature.  The reflecting pool is a view to follow, because whether you are animal or man, man or woman, woman or child you eyeball and scrutinize the image that sets before you.  The animal that stands behind you is waiting to point a finger for the animal that stands beside you is ready place a paw in the water that holds your image.  The water in the pool is still the same as it was just moments ago; but, the image in the water is different than is was seconds ago if it was not moments ago. 

So, as the line to the oasis grows, so do the faces of the animal kingdom who wish to gawk and stare upon the faces that have come before them.  Some animal refuse to move, some animals wish to take their time, some animals are in a hurry, and some animals never leave.  The mirror which reflects the pool of images either grows or withdrawals.  As animals we either move forward or we cower away; but, when we stand there alone… we stand there alone.  The images are always altering, the rings are always transforming, and the faces which hold our images are always shifting; whereas, the shifting rings upon our faces always revealing.  As the rings change around our faces, so do the rings around those who stand next to us.  When we replace the lines either on our faces or the lines that stand behind us, we can create a ring of animals and people around us who are with us and not against us.  If they are against us, then their fingers are pointing towards us; so, when you are in the reflecting glass alone and a finger is pointing toward you, then you are pointing a finger against those who are against you.

Now you see the paw that sets before you, here is where you reach for my hand.  My hand is a link to my heart; whereas, my heart is a connection to my head.  My paws always being washed, whereas, my hands always wash my faces.  My paw can be placed into your hand; whereas, you paw can be placed into mine.  Your hands wash your faces; whereas, your hands wash away the sin.  Our transgressions and our sins can be seen upon our faces because the distortion of the reflection is visible to those who don’t place their hands and paws to their faces as we wash away sin, the grief, the strife, the anguish, the misery, the heartache, and the dirt from the day.  As we either wash our hands or faces in the pool of water that washes away our transgression which cleanses us of sins, we raise our heads to see who is around us, or those who stand behind us.  We all gather at the same oasis due to this is the only water that rises in the desert; whereas, this is location of the water that rises and falls in the sink before us.

As my hands wash away my sins my heart is supposed to be lead to purity; but, my head does not erase the transgression.  The cleanliness of my heads does not mean my heart is pure; the purity of my heart does not mean my head has not lead me in to transgression.  My head is full of thought, my hands are full of dirt, and my heart is full of pain and anguish.  My head can release my emotion; whereas, my heart can feel my release of torment.  Your hands reach for my paws, so my heart can release the suffering where your head can open your heart to mine.  Your heart can open and close as your hand closes around mine; your head can be close-minded, whereas, your heart can be open.  Your head can be open, but your paw can be closed; whereas, my heart opens to yours, but your heart can be closed to mine.

We all meet at the oasis, we all gather at places, we all glance at one another, and we explore the water for the water is there for us to either drink or to wash our hands and faces.  Where we fail is when the finger that points in our direction may be the claw within the paw that rips away at our heads and our hearts.  Our hands are the ones that lead us into sin for our heads are the ones that lead us into transgression.  When we follow the finger we follow those who will either lead us into temptation or lead us into guidance.  Our fingers can easily equal our mouths, our mouths can easily swallow the sin that was taken into our hands, and our paws and mouths tear away at the sin that we are ready to devour.  We share our decision to either take the guidance of our leader, or we chose to consume the knowledge which is brought before us.  Where we place our heads, our hearts and our hands are where we place our faces, our paws and our beliefs.

We follow the finger no matter what direction it points; it point up, down, right, left, forward or backward and maybe even sideways.  Our fingers go around in circles and so do our lives.  The direction is for us to choose.  The guidance is for us to take.  When, we choose make our decision as to follow or lead then we are the ones responsible for the direction we lead others.  In the military, we are provided all sorts of guidance and leadership no matter if it is wrong or if it right.  Do we question the guidance or do we question our leadership?  In Boot Camp, we are brought down to our knees; not to suck someone’s dick or eat out someone’s ass, but brought down to our knees psychologically to improve ourselves and to prove our dedication to leadership.  We are sometimes torn apart as an animal tears and chews away at its new kill; whereas, by the element of surprise we are brought a trophy to inspire and motivate us as an adult lion brings her cubs a meal for her pride.  As our trophies grow; so, do we.  As our adolescence grows we strength our spirit; our spirit may be weak, our spirit it may be strong, our spirit may not be known, but our spirit can always be set free.

We consume the knowledge and guidance set before us, we mature and grow based on this information, we become wise and learned to instill into others the confidence and character of our nature.  Our character and nature grows as our animalistic nature grows; what we choose to do with it is our choice.  Our determination as to the character we are going to play is based upon our willpower to overcome the obstacles that are set in our way.  The obstacle can easily be the animal that we chase down and hunt, the obstacle can be another animal waiting in the lurches, or the obstacle can easily be the ignorance of our leadership.  How we choose to overcome the obstacle can be to take the animal by surprise; or maybe, just maybe… to play the animal as the fool.  To play the animal as the fool is to take the animal by surprise as we are waiting in the lurches.  We speed to the attack and take the animal down that is on the chase for his meal.  We jump upon the animal’s backside with all our weight and dig our claws into the meat where we can take the animal by the throat.

So..., now we have a fresh kill we can either decide as to what to do with the meat.  Do we either share this meal as we share our oasis or do we squander and take this collation as our own reward?  If we share what is before us, then we share all that is placed before us.  If we choose to scoff down a feast by ourselves, then we have chosen a path of instability.  Our pathways are chosen by our actions; our inactions are our obstacles.  Whether are instability is are obstacle is only determined by our gluttony.  In what manner we choose to destroy our prey can be illustrated by our leadership and management; are management can be consumed by gluttony and self-righteousness.  Our guidance and mentorship can steer us into the wrong direction as our animalistic nature can raze us into devastation.  This behaviour can send us into exile just as an animal who has been exiled from the pack.  How we choose to lead can be determined as to how well we follow just as how well we listen is determined as to how well we hear.  If we hear the call to feast upon our meal, then we have heard the call to share our wealth.  If we have chosen to remain silent and fend off merging predators, then we may have conversely decided the road of isolation for this pathway is where self-guidance and spiritualism can be self-motivating.

Isolation is a lonely one even for an animal; the animal must learn to hunt and fend for one’s self.  Humanity can be desolate if isolated.  One must seek out knowledge, mentorship, guidance and counselling to lead us into a direction for either animal or mankind to stand in the forefront of humanity.  As an animal, we stand upon all fours, open our mouths and raise our paws to defend and stand over our prey.  As humans, we stand upon two feet even for those who cannot stand but must sit; we have the right to defend either one’s self or the right to defend others where the rights of one’s self or others no matter the cost of the leadership and direction that has been provided.  Even a leader can provide misdirection, they can make you look like a buffoon, they can propel you into a direction like no other, or they can cause a cataclysmic episode as to where the devastation can bring about change.  Consequently, the end result is in the hands of the outcast.  Even the outcast of the pride can make a change; the outcast can be welcome into a herd of various animal kingdoms because the outcast may go unnoticed.

If the outcast is considered the fool, then who are we?  Are we not equally the fools for sending out the animal to lay down near the lamb?  Or, are we the fools for placing ourselves upon his backside with our claws tearing away at his flesh?  As we tear our claws into the flesh to reveal the meat, do we find a heart where we may find a brain; or, do we find an arrow piercing the heart where we may find the color of violence?  We know that our brains are not near our hearts, but our souls are held in safe keeping; whereas, the brain is in control of how we protect our hearts, our brains and our souls.  Do we look to our hearts, or do we look to our intelligence to guide us?  Our souls are guided by our hearts, whereas, our hearts are guided by our head to extend our hand which will lead us in to change.  Violence will bring change, knowledge will bring intelligence, ignorance will bring stupidity, and kindness will bring transformation.  Your transformation is based upon how you manipulate the information and how you learn.  Some learn by reading, some learn by doing, some learn through visualization, and some are tacticians who are those that learn by reading, doing and through visualization.

Our behaviour can either be violent in nature or it tolerant; how we choose to utilize our behaviour is based on our see ourselves.  Our souls are going to determine our nature, animalistic or not; whereas, our minds are going to determine how we behave.  So, are we going to behave like animals or are we going to be behave as intelligent beings?  Animal or not, human or not; we are still animals whether we stand upon two feet or whether we crawl upon all fours.  How we choose to walk across the earth or crawl upon the gravel pit, or how we slither into another’s life we have the right to spread our wings and soar across the skies.  We are all here for a reason, so let’s choose, let’s decide, let’s make an educated decision, let’s ask for guidance, let’s stand for a purpose, let’s act upon our knowledge for which we have been provided, and let’s act upon the mouth piece, the ears and eyes we have been provided.  We use these thing to gain wisdom into our actions; we use these things to gain wisdom into another’s actions.  How we choose to utilize all these things is depending on how we choose to fulfill our lives.

Let’s ask a friend, let’s ask a family member, let’s ask a teacher, let’s ask a mentor, let’s ask adult, let’s ask a child, let’s ask professor, let’s ask a person who obtains the knowledge for whom we gained the information, and let’s as ourselves do I truly know what I’m talking about.  As an animal we are taught, we are mentored, we are educated in the ways of a hunter and killer, and we imparted with a gift of playfulness.  As mankind, we are furnished with the same instincts; how we choose to impart these gifts are the decisions that we make.  Even as animals we make decisions on a daily basis whether they are right or wrong, whereas, as humankind we make deceive decisions as to whether the answers are wrong or right; we also make a decision as to whether to ask a question.  As a part of the animal kingdom we are different because we have been granted with a gift of conscience; whereas, as if we were just animals walking, crawling or slithering across the gravel pit or whether if we swim distances across the ocean we are only behaving in our animalistic nature for which we were taught or mentored.

In the animal kingdom we are seek acceptance for our behaviour, our attitude, our knowledge, and our appearance.  In the species of man, we are seeking for forgiveness.  In the species of animals, we take so we can thrive.  As man or woman, we set before ourselves the decisions and places we elect.  When we travel in a pack, a tribe, a herd or a clan; whereas, mankind we have opted to travel in the same form or we have opted to travel independently.  The path we choose is a pathway to a roadway in the animal kingdom.  The doorway we choose is a doorway to the Kingdom of Heaven or a doorway to the Animal Kingdom from the Kingdom of Heaven.  The places we pick are the places we prefer; the keys we hold are the keys we place in our pockets.  The keys we hold in our hands are the keys that will open our hearts.  The keys we deploy to open the doorway to the roadway into our hearts is through our head.  As to how we benefit from the keys to these open doorways will lead us upon a roadway of a lifelong decisions that will take us through the Animal Kingdom and into the Kingdom of Heaven.

As we consume what we deplete we waste the information that we have spent a lifelong time learning.  The lifelong lessons are our lifelong lessons in life, in education, in leadership, in mentorship, in teaching, in sponsorship and in companionship. Animal kingdom does not waste the meals for which they have partaken, nor the knowledge of the teachings which lead them into the afterlife.  In this animal kingdom our afterlife is the life in the hereafter, and as how we choose to get into the afterlife is an indication of how we choose to live this life.  We all do something differently in the animal kingdom where we all do something the same.  We all do something the same in mankind, whereas, we all do something differently as humans.  If this is unclear then maybe life is unclear, and we should wipe the dirt from the looking glass before we wash away the gossip from our faces.  The mud that resides within the oasis is where the water once stood; and the scuttlebutt is what looms over the earth.

I just heard this evening a line that brings to light the truth about ignorance; it reads, “Say something so that I know that you are not really hurt.”  And, where the reply reads, “I’m really hurt.”  Do you see the ignorance this this statement; do you see the ignorance that has been placed before you?  If I were to tell you something about the difference between a “Stupid Mother Fucker” and a “Dumb Mother Fucker,” would you be able to recognize the differences in the mirror or in the water which now diminishes before our irises in the oasis where we have come to gather.  The watering hole can either be around the scuttlebutt, or in the desert for which the animal kingdom plays these games.  Hence, the difference between a “Stupid Mother Fucker” is the difference between a “Dumb Mother Fucker;” where the “Dumb Mother Fucker” wades into the mud and is surely to get stuck, and the “Stupid Mother Fucker” is the one who fails to wash away the mud from his or her faces.

Some of us may not wear mud upon our faces, but we wear the lies which lie in the lines of our faces.  In a pride of animals the lines may not be seen, but the wrinkles upon the body show the age of the lion; whereas, the irises hold the youth of our eyes when we gaze into the looking glass which hold the reflecting pools of our corneas.  So, when we walk up on a mother fucker, do we look then in the eye and say, “Oh, my fucking god, Mother Fucker” without signify as to what kind of mother fucker they are?  Either the diminishing waters of the oasis where the palms rise above the earth signify the wealth of the land or irises of the animal kingdom signify the wealth of knowledge which one may hold whether if the facts are true or if the gossip is a “Big Fat Lie.”  The wealth holds are riches, our riches hold our fortune, and our fortune hold our resources which come in abundance upon this gravel pit of life.

When the resources are left to one man or one woman who is going to stand and confront the mother fucker as to whether if the data is accurate of if it is false.  For false data can lead to an inaccuracy of evidence; whereas, true data can lead to knowledge, communication, and wisdom.  These things bring companionship, honesty, partnership, heroism, valor, integrity, intrepidness and bravery to stand against the foe which may hold the ignorance and self-righteousness of their leadership.  We all have taken a pathway through our irises to open or close a doorway which awaits the truth.  For the truth is what leads us into another’s home; whereas, the lies turn us away from the wisdom of another’s soul.  Each of us plays a part in the animal kingdom of life; as to what part we play lies in the forefront of the mirror.  What lies behind us is another animal waiting to find out who they are in the reflecting pool.  As the waters rise and fall so to the mother fuckers who travel along the gravel pit.  As the mother fuckers approach the reflecting glass, so do the mother fuckers who encroach upon the reflecting pools.

When you determine in either the reflecting glass or the reflecting pool as to whether you are a “Dumb Mother Fucker” or a “Stupid Mother Fucker” is dependent upon how often a change in the water occurs.  As the water ripples, so the waves in the ocean.  At the tables turn, so do the rules of the game.  So, when we look into the pools of each other’s irises I never stand alone; I am always there with an image of who I am.  As to whether the image of you appears to me is left up to you as to whether stand beside me where you and I can see each other, or if your decide to stand behind me and point a finger.  So, when you advance upon my backside, place your hand upon my shoulder and let me know that you are friend so I may look into your irises and tell you a “True and Factual Statement.”  Where your claws come over my shoulder I take as foe, or I take you as a playmate because you are my companion.  So, whether if you are there to mock me or if you are there to make fun of my image I raise a brow to signify as to who I am.  I stand there at the watering hole every day, every moment, every minute, and every second and every millisecond knowing as to who I am whether if the water wakes or ripples, or whether if the water turns to mud or if it should become clear.

As to whether you my story went untold or not is up to the mother fucking animals who share the oasis with me because the water turns either clockwise or counterclockwise, but the time on our faces always moves forward.  Where the droves of animals who stand behind me waiting their turn at the pools because the lines where we stand in front of the mirror increases in size and length, because each person who stands behind me is just another mother fucking animal who does not know who they are and is awaiting their turn to wash away the dirt and grime from their faces.  So, when I walk away from the reflecting glass and you take your places where you place your two because at the watering hole we place our four feet I can either turn to you and greet you or I can walk away from you because you face is covered in the disgust to which you are about to wash away the lave of dirt which resides in places within the lines and circles of your faces.

When we walk away from the pools which hold our disgraces, do we let the water drain from the basin or do we let it stand for another animal to do the job for you?  Do you stand there and go “Oh, my fucking god” when the basin reveal the evidence of the last animal that was standing in front of the looking glass, or do you clean away their disgrace gracefully, or do you hide the evidence inside a container under the sink?  As you look upon the evidence that remains you see the animal that stood there before you.  You may not recognize the intelligence of the animal, but you may see it characteristics.  The characteristics of animal that stood there before you are as simple as the features in ones faces.  You can tell where one has been or where one is traveling to; for the pathway to the receding water is through evaporation or through a drain pipe.  The earth hold the water for which we have discarded, the earth holds the mud for which the water retreated, and the earth holds the disgraces within the mud for which it has washed away.

What we choose to do is what we choose to do; what they choose to do is what they choose to do.  Subsequently, we are left with the loam which will either hard our head or our hearts, because the clay is now returned to the earth.  As we will be either their buried or cremated, we become the clay which others will drink from; and as to what we take with us is left up to the animal that stands before the reflecting pool.  So, I look up and I look down and find that there are two pools which hold my irises; one may be clear as glass and or the other may full of earth which stores the water for which we are to drink from.  I am lucky, I am lucky; the basin is clear as glass.  There is no mud today, there is no disgrace, there is no misfortune, there is no waste; there is only a crystal of water which peers as reflecting glass.  The water reflects the oasis, whereas, the mirror reflects my image.  My images are now being echoed in the places I stand; and, I can now take my time to find out who I truly am.

The time I spend is the time I choose to spend for the lines increase and never descend.  So…, if I were to tell another man’s story, I would speak of a man who has shown me a mirror which carries the truth of who I am.  The mirrors below me are the pools which wash away the images of who I am, and the mirrors before me echo the mirrors which hold my soul.  Where my image holds the truth and the waters hold the lies, I can place my hands within the water to place my hands upon my faces.  As the waters wash away my faces the waters wash away the lies; the truth is what is left behind.  I am here in the water, I am here in the glass, I am here upon my two feet, and I am here… I am here before you.  I am here in the mirror and I am here standing in line before you; whereas, you are standing here behind me looking to the reflecting glass watching me and waiting.  Fittingly, you are my shadow, you are my friend, you are my companion, you are my family, and you are not my foe.  These animals are man, these animals are woman, and these animals are animal waiting to be fed.

When you rise from the water, you rise from disgrace.  When you look across, you look with deliberateness.  With the look of deliberateness you stop and glare with wonder as to who the image is in the mirror.  The image is a new picture because every picture is not the same.  Every picture is a new face especially the face that looks and glares back at me with deliberateness.  Now, with my faces washed and my sins in the basin before me I now have to make that decision as to whether to drain the basin or let evaporation take its toll upon my sin.  Maybe, if I look behind me… I can see another who awaits me.  Do I wish to show him or her my sin, or do I remove the evidence of my lies.  So, if I decide to sewage my lies, then, I decide to hide behind the cloak for which I have shielded my irises from.  Against my hand lies my dagger; my dagger is my finger, and my mouth is my sword.  So, when I remove my dagger from my sword, I can remove the lies for which I am about to abandon.  The cloak which has shielded my irises is the image I bury in cosmetics; for these are the masks I wear.  My lies now lie beneath the drain pipe, and I now have a new cloak over my irises.

I am now ready; I have taken my time.  I turn to you without a word.  I place my arm around your shoulder, and my paw grasp the hand you have eagerly given to me.  I do not say what I found in the mirror for I am not quite sure.  I still have buried myself inside the lies for which I have failed to tell a candid statement where sincerity and goodness of mankind shall rest.  As I turn away from you, I turn and look back into the mirrors of reflection to take notice that another has taken my place, and another is waiting their turn.  Do I question the whether if I drained the basin for which lied my disgust of who I am, or do I question the mother fucker who has to look upon himself or herself?  Do I question whether if they see the same thing or the same things that I have seen?  They may have seen something differently about me, or maybe the see something the same about themselves.  I turn back around and nudge you with my nose still not revealing who I am.  I am covered in cloak with a sword in my mouth whereas this time my dagger is in my words.  I may still be your friend, I may still be your family, I may even be covered in a uniform, or I may not be covered at all; nevertheless, I am here… I am here… I am here right beside you and all others are left at the pools of reflection with mirrors to their souls awaiting the revelation of spirit to be brought upon them.