I’ve been “writing” what I call “Poetry” for a while, Yea, poetry or at least putting my confusion into a form where I could see it and maybe understand what in the Hell happened to me my mind my heart, my life-

I joined EJ as a “member/contributor” around a year ago.

Whatever it’s called at least I am writing more now that I could ever imagine and speaking my truth ad finding my voice by doing but this is not enough. Also, I am having a damn hard time finding my audience and I need to learn everything EJA teaches.

Bottom line? I am schizo-affective and SSDI is all about keeping us in a condition of poverty and making us beg for pretty much everything. That is something I had to stop doing as much as possible. Now it is just the food panttry I am very grateful to have real food. Last month when the food ran out I Learned a valuable thing. Something I had always known and preached from the comfort of my former home. The food industry is wasting food for-profit motives, and sooner or later they have to wake up, That fight is still going on and everyone knows this or should.

What I learned is something most people fear more than Death. Surrender and loss of Pride Hey even garbage from the trash or found in the streets and alleys is a feast when one is in a piece where you are hungry broke and the cupboards are bare.

So homeless or no you never need to starve. And if you find yourself in the streets someday,

Go for it, Swallow your pride and live to fight another day.

Life IS Good–