My Personal Page: Individuality And Our Lonely World.
It is full of the blues .
   
 

About Me

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One is an over 50 year old individual. One is
interesting individual.
One has high school diploma. And I finally got a community college associate degree in Dec 2013.
One dreams of learning more marketable skills.
One is interested in life.
One thinks individuality should
be thought as the joy and a problem
of life.
My first name is Collis
My Pictures Pictures
My e-mail address is collis@inbox.com


  • Collis's resume There is nobody is like me resume.
  • MY TRANSCENDENT NATURALISM; The Right To Occupancy And The Nonattachment Of Property version 1e: When you work all your life and you cannot own a piece of land to put your stuff on one may make an arugument like I did here.

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    Poem: Mystery of sadness

    Mystery of sadness
    A lost melody
    Keeping one in a constant company:
    As Beethoven's incomplete symphony.
    I don't understand it!
    Why all this suffering
    Is way, nigh, out of hand.
    Just dream any dream
    Devoted to God and humanity
    Then cry that there isn't enough skills money,
    That is it.
    Why must I be so caught in between
    Needed service; but no capability?
    Need, need and no neighbor to face caring?
    Up on a hill, or down in the valley
    What I long is more light and harmony
    No mystery of sadness and no suffering.
    Yet, where can there be all the solutions
    For giving and sharing
    If its let it be,
    to become one lonely.
    Mystery of sadness,
    At midnight or at midday
    No matter how one lives it
    It will not go away.
    by
    Collis E. H.

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    Poem: Sad Work Adverse

    This verse all began,
    A hot summer in early July two thousand and four
    The tired sad work is too long.
    When still
    In daylight
    Washing dishes, taking out trash
    Twice bringing food
    Into the casino poker dining room.
    The old hard work keeps going on.
    I wanted to leave
    On time.
    But they said stay
    stay over
    Finish the work and
    Finish the work.
    The crazy sad 7'oclock work is past the time- I should be gone.
    When you have to work longer then you should;
    And there's not enough work hours in the day;
    Nothing is going right your way-
    The busy sad work has done you wrong.
    But the tired back ache;
    Oh, how your feet knows how ow, ow to hurt.
    Awful stressed work just wouldn't go away.
    Not legal to work
    Torture on anyone but
    Its legal to work torture on yourself.
    This crying out loud, for help work is who you are.
    I love that loss of self esteem
    It just
    Makes me almost
    Want
    To scream.
    Getting to work like a dog
    Makes me look like
    I am insane.
    This lonely, lonely work is never done.
    What do they make colleges for
    If they can't help the working lost and poor?
    Work with no college goals to attain.
    They say, "Sorry, not enough money, go away.
    "I am
    What I am.
    Work that low skilled job; no career and then go home.
    That old good job industry and health Tech dream
    Can't be earned, can't be learnt.
    Just work and live then take what comes.
    You should know you are no equal liability
    And not a slave?
    Same nightmare work you know so far.
    Some say that it is good, To work more then you would
    Extra money pays the bills
    And seems to burn.
    Work for your rent and pleasant food.
    And the only sense relief
    Is that you are a instrument of peace
    In the night,
    Work has done some good some how,
    In this mad work
    Place.
    By trying
    To get everyone to smile
    Oh, the work will go on.
    While toiling all a while
    Is this happiness?
    Is this great?
    Busy glad work can do me no wrong.
    Then near the end of July two thousand and four
    I could not leave on time.
    It was past the time
    I kept wondering why
    Work goes too long.
    Trash needed to be taken out.
    All Pots and pans needed washed.
    All around Pot station floor needed mopped up.
    Work had piled too high.
    Lead supervisor wanted the pots and pans done.
    Earlier I filled one bag of trash too much.
    This trash work got to be done.
    I took out the trash; that darn trash bag bust.
    Oh no! more work to be done the cart a messy mess.
    To clean the trash cart I take it to the kitchen.
    This kitchen work just keeps be here.
    I took back a trash can.
    Lead supervisor says finish and clean the pots.
    This last minute work had made me mad.
    The too large trash cans. I hate them all.
    I kick the garbage can, kick the trash can.
    The garbage work will not be now done.
    Go do the pots and pans; so I did and so I did.
    I clean them with what we had.
    The last good steel wool pad.
    I took a frying pan to scoop up the trash mess.
    I got some stuff to clean the trash cart.
    This kitchen work just keeps be here.
    The supervisor said throw out that dirty frying pan.
    This kitchen work does not make any sense.
    They laughed at me,they jested and made fun.
    and I could not digest it.
    The tired sad work is too long.
    I vowed to myself I will quit tomorrow.
    Unappreciated work I will work no more.
    I return all my work cloths.
    I returned with a quit note.
    And so I quit!
    The work and job had gone to far.
    The job was a scorn.
    Two time in and out clocks were not working;
    The work place was harder to clock in.
    The pot sink dripped on the floor; the cook's sink too
    And one refrigerator walkin was iced up;
    drips fell.
    At the work place I change catch pans a day.
    The dish room sprayer was not screwed to the wall;
    The work place repairs were not being done.
    The roaches were still running around;
    A rat was seen one day going through the kitchen dining room.
    The work place was a turning into a pest play ground.
    There were not enough shelves so milk crates plastic used here and there.
    Maybe, 15 or more.
    At the work place it looked like they stole and used crates from the milk man.
    There was mold on outside the ice machine on "A" deck.
    The work place ice look so good you wouldn't know.
    We were running out of supplies every week;
    At the work place was guess what
    We were going to run out next. What stress will I find next?
    I had to quit;
    With all this.
    The work and job was goodbye and solong.
    By
    Collis E. H

    • About Family

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    One lives together with one's brother. One had hoped that by living with brother I would have the power to learn a good career somehow. My mother is dead. I have a sister that is married and has kids. I have a brother that is not married. Cousins are almost like strangers. My Aunt, uncle, grandmothers and grandfathers are dead.
    My brother Johnathan has so many College degrees like a BS in socialogy, a MBA and a computer networking degree. He is fat and has diabeties. He discovered in June 2000 that he can't stand constantly on his feet day after day without his feet seriously giving him pain. He likes conservative politics. He did have a sit down job in Computing in Saint Louis, MO. but in November 2003 he quit his job. I quit my job on the Casino in July 19, 2004. I could not find work for months in the big inner city restaurant businesses of Saint Louis. So I had to move to where my remaining close relatives lives in and around Owensoboro, KY. I found a job here in Owensboro a mostly small inner city in less then a month. We got a place to rent in Owensboro and I was helping to support him. Johnathan found a customer support job ttoo so he could work and not be on his feet. I quit my job at McDonalds in May 2008 and I have been going to the Owensboro Community Tecnical College. Johnathan was helping to support me while I went to the community college. I got a Associate Degree in Applied Science in General Occupational/Technical Studies in December 2013 but I was too poor to move to another city to get an associate in Medical lab tech. Now in 2014 Johnathan has an area of his body that hurts and it needs healing and I am having to feed him in bed in hopes his hurting area heals. Johnathan's not working and I am not working and jobs seem hard to find.

    Say, hey, its my Brother's E-mail address:
    Huntington5@hotmail.com

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    Loneliness

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    ( My friends are cool. How do you make friends in church or in a shopping line?)

    The Lone Voice


    Can in yet your alone apartment room hear,
    From a far distance;
    A women next door or a neighbors aloft voice;
    Talking untrue stories that you fear,
    A gossip, a hearsay, a teasing noise
    Every word a lie to defame
    Every sound to whisper boo
    The night, the day it is the same
    Words, words out to destroy you
    The past was work as is tommorrow,
    No reward yet to show that dream
    Nothing but a hollow sorrow
    A wish that cannot scream
    It is a long way to Mexico,
    Where a few poor nobodies live,
    But us does justs survive
    With low wage dollars and the nightmares of woe.


    Poem: Potato's and tears


    Tatter and tears,
    Potato's and tears;
    No one cares
    That someone's there.

    Yes, one will understand it
    all by and by...
    Tatter and tear,
    Tatter and tear.

    My Interests

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    I am interested in life. I like to
    know why I am here. Life must have
    some meaning.
    All joys and problems comes down
    to the question of Individuality.
    I say "It's individuality"
    when a story of life comes my way.
    There is Individuality in everything.
    Individuality in ideas. Individuality
    in numbers. Individuality in fractions.
    Individuality in the stars. I do not
    know why God created so many "I"'s.
    May be he wanted to bring consiousness
    to the stars. Individuality's ......
    I.....moves......
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