Created: February 2, 2015
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.
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, these 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 footprint; they are the ones
that labor with the sun to their backsides to ensure the reduction of a carbon
footprint 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 foot-ways 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.
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 be 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 drought 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 drought 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 drought comes from the lack of opportunities for which the changes in policies
have denied us the chances for success; whereas, the drought 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.
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.
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.
·
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.
·
Now,
if we took these ideas and offered them to our Homeless society, we could
stimulate the hearts of mankind.
·
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.
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 gripping
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 will 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.
