Having the peaceful right
On a clear night
Hearing tranquil sounds
Watching the twinkling lights downtown
Not expecting any interruption
From deceitful local corruption
But to my surprise
Someone’s undermined lies
While sitting alone
There was a drone
Flying around
Taking pictures of the ground
As it buzzed
Doing what it does
I stayed still
Could it fire and kill?
After a few seconds
Of doing checking
Seeing nothing there
And I was scared
It did have a heart
And a war it did not start
You see, it is not all right
On a clear night
To bother someone alone
With an invading drone
In fact
It is classified as an attack
Beckoning the response “take that
you neighborly nosey brat”
Just one thought.
Just one action or word.
Now spiraling down tragedy lane.
Stomach in knots, nausea burning the back of my throat.
Breathing turning shallow.
Body temperature too hot yet too cold all at the same time.
Who knew breathing could be so hard.
Focusing on the inhale filling my lungs.
Exhaling to expel the gut-wrenching feeling anxiety so kindly left behind.
It came quiet as the night
Nothing you could fight
It drifted unnoticed in the air
More lethal than an angry bear
He didn't feel a breeze, he didn't feel a change
Nothing out of order, nothing struck him strange
It bound to his hemoglobin, 200 times as strong
His cells were suffocating, all systems going wrong.
They found him in my car, a snow drift behind
The got him out in time for the poison to unwind
I researched it, other compounds also creep in stealth
They may change the way you act, they may destroy your health.
A crime mob found this out, they can ambush, poison you
The motive might be foggy, the method leaves no clue
Just another thing to worry about these days
Bad things can happen, in so many new ways.
See, there are crimes you know were done
But with stealthy drugs in air, there is no smoking gun
We can rub the wrong guy the wrong way
then wonder why the joy fades out, and our life goes gray.
He's standing on this Aussie man.! using his position to
Probe the plan.' Wake up Australia be no longer fooled
Look at the architecture..in Canberra' think on Davos and draconian rules! read dark
Dark policing by John Stapleton.) another of our hero's
Who is (far from wrong) a seasoned writer from the trenches of strife.' A giant of a journ'o who always thinks.)
Twice.! No we are not short of fighters.!!! Who can reason
Too true.!!! NOW GET UP OFF, YOUR BACKS AND HELP THEM SEE THIS JOB THROUGH.!!
Terrorism had shown its ugly face again.
On joyous tourists poured the fire of pain.
Though with the latest guns, they looked innocent.
Amidst human cries, their smiles seemed imminent.
Who belonged to what faith, they wanted to know.
Could one separate the whiteness from the snow?
Do Hindus and Muslims have different blood?
Does any pot know who formed them from what mud?
Near the corpses of their dear husbands, wives wept.
On laps of peacelessness, sleepy children slept.
Honeymoons of the newlyweds became hells.
Bells of temples and churches turned into knells.
(Militants near Pahalgam in the Indian-administered Jammu and Kashmir, killed 26 tourists on 22 April 2025.)
Indie swizz
Green and white
On top of hills
A view unlike
A tale of heaven, a place to repent
Now is none but a grave of men,
The song of winds turned to echoes of mist,
The crown of hind, now blood missed
Quite waters, a red fountain
Land of joy now weeps with mothers' cries
A bride, a child travelled to enjoy
But the bullets pierced the house's spine
Those who rose from side across
Left precise, showed no remorse
Pairs all broke, thrice all torn
The one's who left can only mourn
A woven day in a ruined past
Shook the world, now and will
A lesson learned
To never forgive
BEING IN AFIB HEART BEATING OUT OF CONTROLL IN SPITE TERRORISTS THREATS I AM IN MY FAITH MY MEDICATION WILL KICK IN SOON THREATS YOU'RE DED WHAT A BLESSING FROM GOD
control point in time
control and dissertation
of language
free speech
i am alive, a life living
outside of california
the pandemic census
what your rights are during covid
isolation
while?
the rest of the citizens are not purged
as a genocide, in the streets of america
these are american war crimes
what rights don't you have
to come outside
california is not open for genocide and war crimes
yet?
you are open to this type of sexual satisfaction
gauranteed
this is prosperous notion
now the hurdle and stampede
continues
the purge is real the sun is the camera angle
the tinge of dead decaying boy flesh in your mouth is a great symbol of vignette. right?
wga cdc
You leave the safety
of your front gate
and enter into fear.
The early morning quiet
magnifies your every movement
into a noise - footsteps,
breath, the sound
of arms scraping
against a coat.
You don't want
to be heard.
There is nothing
to hold onto
in this ocean of streets,
houses and motorcars.
The world is bottomless
and beneath your feet
there is terror.
You are now
too far out.
You try and hold
your breath
as you begin
to feel the panic grip.
The mind thrashes
in a pointless effort
to surface but you
are too deep.
A scream gets stuck
in your throat.
Somehow you survive,
get washed up
feeling wrung out
and alone
on the shores
of yourself.
Beached between
guilt and shame,
you hide
in that familiar place
you keep coming back to,
time and time again.
SEVERE DATA BREACH USED BY THE AMERICAN MAFIA CONTROLLING ABUSE OF POWER THANK GOD FOR RICK SCOTT FOR CONTACTING THE FBI OVER THE SEVERE DATA BREACH AT TAMPA GENERAL HOSPITAL SYSTEM WHERE PERER GARGANO AND MY IMPOSTER JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY ACCESSING INFORMANT FILES TERRORIZING AMERICANS INCLUDING SEVERE DATA BREACHES CYBER ATTACKS ON NATIONAL PUBLICBDATA BILLIONS OF AMERICANS INFORMATION SOLD ON A DARK WEB NATIONAL SECURITY TOTALLY AT RISK THIS BEGAN WITH THE MAFIA ATTEMPTS TO EXTORT MY AMERICAN POETRY THREATS EXTORTING MY LIVELY HOOD MY HEALTHCARE EXPLOITING MY IDENTITY AS A CONFIDENTIAL HUMAN SOURCE FBI INFORMANT FINALLY ARRIVING WITH ASSASINS TO ASSASINATE ME LEADING TO THE MAFIA HITMAN PETER GARGANO IGNITING A CAR BOMB IN MY FACE EMBEZZLING PERSONAL INJURY CLAIM ON MY BEHALF FUNDING DETROIT MAFIOSOS DEARBORN MICHIGAN DETROIT MICHIGAN
My heart started beating so fast I thought it would break
My hands were shaking; I felt dizzy and unsteady
Unappreciated, threatened, I began to run
I had never done that before at a job
A co-worker tried to stop me; she said I did not look well
I screamed and kept running
Gila monster broke out of his cage,
stole some ammo and Pappy’s twelve gauge.
On a low grassy knoll, he
dispatched the anole
in a cold-blooded, reptilian rage.
When will this feeling ever stop, Palpitations from my heart.
I can't go out into the world how did these feelings start.
My sweaty palms and pounding head
I'm just so scared to get out my bed.
People will judge me I just can't cope,
feels like my hearts being pulled by a rope.
My cheeks are getting tingles pins and needles down my arm,
What did I do to deserve this? I never mean no harm.
my legs just feel like jelly my sight is getting weak,
I start gasping for air my mouth won't let me speak.
I lie myself down flat on my back,
please God don't let this be a heart attack.
Minutes go by I drift of to sleep,
I hope I wake up my life I want to keep.
When I came around my heart was beating fine,
It was just another panic attack of mine.
When this feeling comes again I'll just lie on my back,
I know I am not dying it's just a panic attack
No need to fear, in fact thank God.
It’s Friday the 13th under attack.
There is self-control in not blowing your stack.
No need to fear, in fact, thank God.
Steer away from the charms, not the blessings.
There’ll be no purpose for medical dressings.
No need to fear, in fact thank God.
There might be reasons, under a ladder, not to walk.
You could cause a fall. No save for three-times-knock.
No need to fear, in fact thank God.
Why is faith so hard for humanity?
Why instead try, so hard, for insanity?
No need to fear, in fact thank God.
Used to be that planning your day around the breakfast table,
Was no fable,
And made perfect sense.
Now of course that is unworkable,
As most now text able,
But have trouble making a lot of cents,
As discussing only failed plans at the tea table,
Does not make you work able,
And points to a lack of common sense.
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