The anger, the rage from within story by August H Mallory

What is it like, and what does it feel like to be a person down and out. there is alot of anger and frustration when you hear the many stories circulating around. you can sense the hate for the system. the outrage, the desire to take one's anger out on another individual. as I see this day after day. I can feel the hate, I can feel the frustration and the anger. it it truly the individuals fault to have fallen in such a wretched state. as I have said many times before. what brings on the plight of homelessness, what did it take for a person to fall through the cracks of our society.
is there hope of coming out of such a scary condition.
sometimes yes, and sometimes no. we contact senators and congresspeople of this situation called homelessness, but do the people who represent us really care. we write and write and write, what good does it do. are they really listening to us. but yet it is these very people who want to go to washington to represent the people. the rich, and well to do people, but not the poor people. in Washington DC. our representatives see homeless people every single day. but do they really care. are they truly acknowledging the problem of the homeless, it is the rage that the homeless has, the rage that has built up inside of them. the rage, the anger, can we calm the rage inside of the the street dweller, the squatter, can we calm the rage inside of him.

so many are full of rage. so many are full of hatred. so many have an uncontrollable anger. that the rage cannot be soothed. the rage has overtaken them. the rage has driven to the brink of disaster. the rage has driven them to take the lives of themselves and to others. the rage has blinded their ability to think rationally. drugs, alcohol, has driven to this state of rage. the rage has created a mentally ill state of mind. the rage. has created a walking time bomb in the streets. how do we stop the rage that continues to burn within that very soul whon blames the system for his being homeless and destitute. how do we stop the rage. that tells an individual to kill his fellow man. it is the rage that creates the drifting from place to place. I hear the rage in his voice, I feel the rage in his heart, I can picture the rage in his mind. stop the rage. when there are people who decide to say to hell with society. the rage slowly begins to build. it is the rage that keeps the homeless alive and strong. it is the rage that makes them seem threatening to society. society should be afraid, society created this monster. and society still ignores the angry beast that society created.
and the rage builds, and it builds, and it builds, until the bomb explodes, the anger, the rage from within. I ask you society to calm the rage,

are we people or animals by August H Mallory

It is not a very pretty thing when you are down and out. but when you are homeless america can be a very unfriendly place to live in. having to live the experience I can tell you that being homeless can be the pitfall of having to make it in america. people look at the homeless as stupid, dumb, crazy, and aggressively violent. I will admit that mental illness ranges high within the ranks of the homeless, but we are people, not animals, I have written a number of state representatives nationwide to provide more funding to assist the poor and homeless, but it all boils down to the problem in Iraq, and this is where all of the money is going. so there is very little or nothing for those who are homeless. it gets to be very tiresome to keep hounding state representatives about the issue of homelessness, but they need to be aware about the matter that faces their districts.

I do often find time to travel to a city from time to time to talk to people who are homeless in other cities, juist see how wellthat city fares with other cities across america when it comes to serving their poor. but I still ask are we people or animals, in this cruel society that doesn't give a damn about the the less fortunate individuals that surround them.
I have been to many cities across america, and I can honestly say that the homeless are being treated like absolute dirt. as a real change vendor and advocate for the homeless. I took up this cause because I got sick and tired of the poor being treated like last nights trash. many people think that being homeless is a laughing matter, but I want to challenge those very people who laugh at the homeless, those very people who make threats of death to the homeless, I want to challenge them now.
take the urban plunge, which is held in washington DC every year. and you will be asking yourself, are we people or animals. there's this constant hate that the homeless hold for one another. there is so much hate and discrimination even in the ranks of the homeless. it is not a racial thing, because in my experience of being homeless, and being african american, I have seen hate and prejudice within my own group. it is not a thing of race although many african americans will use the race card. but the truth to the matter, is that african americans have such a self hate for themselves that when we fall in such a critical situation we cannot handle it in many cases. so the question remains are we people or animals? what is your take on this.

What propelled me to the streets story by August H Mallory

I guess I would have to go back several years to really figure out what push me to the brink of homelessness, having had the experience of living on the streets, I can clearly say that, the experience has been very challenging, dangerous, interesting, humourous, and in many cases unfair to an extinct.
as I look back I wonder just what brought me out here, and how do I get back to a home that I was forced out of. how do I find suitable employment again, this was a question that I had to ask myself for many, many, months while living on the streets of america. many people come up with all of these suggestions on how to come out of your situation, and believe me its alot easier said than done. there's alot of favoritism in the workforce, try to go to a human resource office in a major corporation. and you will see the suspicion on the faces of many HR representatives.
not to mention the attitudes that follow when you try to look for a job. so what did propell me to the streets. a series of injuries, when I was younger and now faced with advancing age. and constant hospital visits. not being able to earn a steady income the way that I would like to earn.
but I came across the Idea to open my own business, and in doing so I have been able to earn some reasonable income. probaly alittle more than what an employer would be able to pay me for a days or week's work. and this what it will take for many to prosper. and that is to open our own businesses. be our own bosses. do our own thing. work our own hours. be free from the hum drum of a boring forty hour a week job. the freedom of being your own boss is the key to your success. what propelled me to the streets was that after I became ill and injured I could no longer perform the task that I once did. and due to the illness and injuries, my performance ratings begin to drop. and it wasn't long before I was out of a job and no place to live. my recovery is very slow. but I still have my small business which helps some.
trying to get new customers isn't easy it take time to build trust amongst people. and without trust one can be propelled to the street again.

Walking through the shadows of the row

It is a very cold and chilly saturday morning in downtown seattle washington, and as I am now wide awake and watching clients come out of the shelters, and many who have chosen to go to the many churches to seek shelter from the cold. people would ask what is the row,
this is the short version meaning skidrow, the term used to describe drunken, alcoholic men lying about in doorways and alleyways, drug user who are on another planet as they smoke up, shoot up, or snort up. looking ragged and beaten down, who now have been given the title homeless or bum.
do you not see what is happeniing around you. do you not care, as you walk from place to place, as you see homeless people lying around and about. do you not have some sense of concern. if your sons or daughters were in such a situation. would you not care. walking through the shadows of the row. for a new generation of homeless times have definately changed. the typical alcoholic on the streets has been pushed to the back of the bus so to speak. the crack smoker, the pothead, is now the issue of the new homeless on the street. as defined by many who are uneducated on the issues.
walking through the shadows of the row. as I see faces change, but the same attitudes and arrogance remains, when will the homeless themselves begin to see the true light on their lifestyles. I have been dealing with the homeless for many years, I have contacted public officials, and I can pretty much tell you that many council people do not give a hoot about the homeless. here4 in seattle, we have council people who are problem drinkers, wife beaters, and god only knows what else. little do these very people know that they are very close to becoming homeless themselves unless, there is a safety net to catch them, walking through the shadows of the row. I have talked with state representatives, but I have yet to see anything come about in their promises. when we elect a person to be our nations leaders, do they really care. do they really see the true problem of what has really happened in the the lives of the individual.
walking through the shadows of the row. many people have been homeless for ten or twenty years. what of their lives. but then many also choose to be homeless, so how do we get them to realize that it is not all bad to be apart of society. and that we all must do our part.
It is very frustrating to deal with life many times, so many people say to hell with this and walk away from it all.
It has happened so many times in life and it still continues to happen. walking through the shadows of the row.