Oh honey lady, Stand rebuked. I come not bearing words of wisdom or of prophecy or disgrace or a plea.
I come to invite you into the world of the homeless. I have a home but not always have had such walls to confine me. I am now a property owner. How strange and wrongful of man this is.
I was raised in grass fields where things like antelope and deer and buffalo roamed. I was brought into a world at 7,000 feet where snow was land and bitter cold and heat ravaged your earth. A high desert where survival ruled the day and the crack of a stick in the night brought strangers into camp.
A home you say? Well what do you say when you say "homeless". Is it Jesus or is it Buddha or Cochise or Ghandijji or the Dalai Lama you refer to for we are all homeless. Or Perhaps you speak of our outcast brothers. Or maybe just a man without a wife or child who has a dwelling not to call a "home".
Lately I laughed too hard at do gooders complaining about one group rejecting another for giving food under their roof. Some whackos about Church versus atheists. Not one asked the "homeless" what they prefer. They are crazy out there these givers.
I do not live in one of your prefabbed apartments or homes. I see stars at night. I hang with buddies who I trust. I am not confined to your crazy ass world, I am free from mortgages or rent.
I am a man no less that the man on the hill with a pill --- to sleep. Why do you think I am a condition of a sore upon humanity. From my likes came Jesus of Nazareth and Buddha and Ghandi and Dalai Lama and Cochise and in fact every warrior who ever fought for your freedom.
"homeless" you call me. Ha Ha Ha ---- did you properly hug your home bound child tonight for I hugged mine without a home.