THREATS FROM CIRO GARGANO AND HIS PROSTITUTE JAMAICAN JHORE BREAKING INTO HOMES IN CYPRESS LAKES SEARCHING FOR MARRIAGE CERTIFICATES BIRTH CERTIFICATES VETERANS INFORMATION SADLY DD214 EXPOSED TO THIS CRIMINAL GROUP WE HAVE PLACED FRAUD ALERT ON OUR LIVES THIS EXTREME IDENTITY THEFT ATTACKS. BEGAN WITH ATTEMPTS TO MURDER ME JU THREATS DEMANDING I ALLOW A JAMAICAN ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS PROSTITUTE FROM CIRO GARGANO STABLE OF FLESH PEDDLERS PERPUTRTATE FRAUD UPON ME AND THE MILTARY ORDER OF THE PURPLE HEART IN ORDER TO EXTORT MY HUSBAND PURPLE HEART VALOR TO FEED TO CRIME BOSSES LIVING IN FLORIDA WITH NO HEALTHCARE NO DEALYOU CANNOT EXTORT MY IDENTITY I HAVE 8 CHILDREN I AM ON ALL THEIR BIRTH CERTIFICATES ******* YOUR JHORE NEEDS TO BACK OFF AND FLEE BACK TO JAMAICA LEAVE MY FAMILY ALONE WE ARE AMERICAN ITS TRULY SAD WATCHING SUCH TERROR UNFORLD UPON OUR MILTARY FAMILY LIVING HERE IN CYPRESS LAKES BELIEVING ITS SAFE AND ITS NOT HOME INVASIONS REKEYING SENIORS HOMES TO TAKE THIER INSURANCE POLICY WILLS MILITARY RECORDS TO FEED TO KILLERS HITMEN RETIRED HITMEN ATTACKING VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES NO DEAL THREATS BLACKMAIL NO DEAL WITH CIRO GARGANO AND HIS JHORES ISIS IDENTITY THIEVES
Let me drown in this bottle
Poverty, loneliness, uncertainty
Let it flood my empty soul
With the bitterness of this sweet liquor
To throw myself into that deep sea
Of promiscuity with bravery and courage
Not to die starving for bread on this journey
Perhaps this way I'll find that sublime happiness
My certificates don't even sustain a sip
For they have no warm backing due to the rain
Rain that flooded my skills and dreams
Reducing them to banknotes worth more than the diploma
[...]
When I was a young girl, they said I could have an empire
Careers and businesses, money and trophies, a family of my own
Lies twirled off the patriarchy's serpent tongue
For my womb became their personal storage space
I couldn't wear a dress too flowy or short
They worried my male peers would stare
Not even my favorite rugged dark jeans
Because XY chromosomes had their eyes on me
Like a stone wall only built halfway
Their promises felt atomless
We fired, but only grazed the target
And fortification didn't patch our wounds
Twisting, turning, my body was never mine
Just a vessel on their puppet strings
Only another human incubator
Because what if the kid's straight, White, or male?
I'm more than my fountain of fertility
I love and feel just like a man
But I'm given nothing to wipe my tears
Only the birth certificates of my hypothetical kids
Don't remember me for my body and face
Think of my fists raised in the air
Shouting until my larynx gives out
"I'm also a human!"
Eddie says,
In Deutschland, school is free, a total score!
In Italy, the table is mighty light!
But here, the debt reaches astounding heights
And leaves us face-down on the floor!
This student debt is such a massive chore.
Online certificates? Yeah, they're alright.
College, for most learners is overpriced.
Because the Ivy League's a big debt score.
We need some healthcare for every old soul,
Not med bills that're totally out of whack!
It's bogus how they strip us of control.
The student debt system is busted crap.
Let's strive to use reason to reach our goal,
With education and health on fast track!
living in snow-capped Boulder was Mrs. G. Golder
Her personality persnickety and colder
fourteen juicy pepper jack cheeseburgers would not hold her
Six candy bars too, Mrs. Molder whispered to my pal Soldier
Mrs. Molder was a snoopy neighbor of Golder
None of us ventured to guess which crone was older
Their birth certificates flagged inside a red folder
Kept by the F.B.I. in weather that was colder
What’s your guess? My sister asked, nudging my shoulder
I guessed Mrs. Molder, but my sister argued it was Mrs. G. Golder
To find the answer, we broke into the F.B.I. office in Boulder
Discovered they were twins; it was unclear which one was older.
THE SHEER NOTION OF SURVIVING SEVERE TERRORIST THREATS HOME INVASIONS FROM MY STALKERS SEARCHING FOR OBITUARIIES HIGH SCHOOL DIPLOMAS MARRIAGE CERTIFICATES MILLITARY RECORDS OUTDATED CANCEL EXPIRED DEACTIVATED ID CARDS RANDOMLY ALTERING IMMUNIZATIONS RECORDS PASSPORTS MY STALKER BELIEVED SHE COULD ACTUALLY EXTORT MY HUSBANDS PURPLE HEART MEDAL HACKING INTO COMPUTERS TV AMAZON ACCOUNTS FINDING MY COLLECTION NON TAXABLE PENNY SENDING PRAYERS TO MY ENEMIES CORRUPT FEMALE MELVIN PURVIS OBSSESSED WITH MY LIFE HENCE MY DEATH MY SPOUSE MY FAMILY INCLUDING DECEASED LOVED ONES OBITUARIES UNAFRAID OF YOUR THREATS I FOUND YOUR TROJAN HORSE FROM VERIZON TO YAHOO TO APOLLO BACK TO YAHOO VIRUS MALWARE DISCOVERED YOUR TRASH THAT KNOCK OUT VERIZON CUSTOMERS TWISTED YOU TRIED TO INSTALL ON MY OLD COMPUTER HACKING INTO PERSONAL FILES MEDICAL RECORDS BILL PAYING RECIEPTS MULTIPLIED BY MELVIN PURVIS SUBTRACT JOHN DILLINGER AL CAPONE ADD NON TAXABLE PENNY DIVIDED BY ONE PHENNING BITTE DATA BREACH IDENTITY FRAUD CYBER ATTACK NOT A LEGAL TENDER BLUEBERRY DANISH SCONE FREE
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They hang there now: stiff rectangles framed
in cheap pine, proclaiming expertise.
I nailed them up with picture hooks
that bit the plaster, leaving little wounds.
Each one a glyph, a glyphodont’s thick hide—
armor against the who-are-you?
I trace the embossed letters with one thumb—
not gold-leaf, just cheap foil catching light—
and think: This proves I fought. I didn’t break.
The paper’s thin. The frame’s off square.
But oh—how fiercely it holds up the air.
Somewhere, a poem exists in our minds about love, life, politics, natural disasters, religion, and contentious issues.
Suddenly, political uprisings and wars emerge, with ISIS and figures like Donald Trump acting as modern crusaders.
Here we are, as citizens, once more feeling disheartened, striving to discover beauty in life amidst chaos, seeking a balance between who is right and who is wrong, caught up in the obsessions with politicians like a game of tic-tac-toe.
Somewhere, there exists a poem, one that is waiting, waiting, waiting, and waiting.
There are too many words and not enough ink to print them, with too few people who care about such issues.
The ups and downs caused by natural disasters stem from the manipulations within the political landscape, the missing emails, the concealed birth certificates, and the beauty queen who gained weight.
What about the real issues? What about the economy, war and famine, child molestation, bigotry, and deception?
Suddenly, political uprisings and wars arise, with ISIS and figures like Donald Trump as today's crusaders.
Here we are, as citizens, feeling disheartened once again.
THE SEVERE IDENTITY THEFT UPON MYAMERICAN FAMILY JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY HOME INVASIONS 2003 SEARCHING FOR MILITARY PASSPORTS SHOT RECORDS IDENTIFICATION CARDS KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS BADGES MORTAGE MEDICAL DOCUMENTS FOR HER CRIMINAL GROUP OF ILLEGAL IMMAGRANTS FALSIFYING MARRIAGE BIRTH CERTIFICATES FOR THE MANY MEMBERS OF GARGANO STABLE OF TWISTED FEMALE IDENTITY THIEVES HOME INVASIONS BREAK INS HACKING INTO OUR LIVES MAIL FRAUD WIRE FRAUD INSURANCE FRAUD TRICKLING DOWN THROUGH CANADA JAMAICA MEXICO AUSTRALIA ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS ATTEMPTS USING MY IDENTITY IN ORDER TO ENTER AMERICA FALSIFYING DOCUMENTS TO WORK ILLEGALLY IN AMERICA LAWN SERVICE ILLEGAL CONTRACTS TRULY SAD BEWARE OF THESE CRIMINAL GROUPS BREAKING INTO HOMES FOR DOCUMENTS TO FALSIFY TO ALLOW CRIMINALS IDENTITY FRAUD TO STAY IN AMERICA SORRY J2 ACN LEAVE MY AMERICAN FAMILY ALONE MY HUSBAND AND I SURVIVED THIS HORRID WRATH IN AMERICA IN WHICH I REPORTED TO THE FBI 2003 IMMIGRANTS JAMAICAN FEMALES ARRIVED WITH A GUNMAN TO MURDER ME 23 YEARS LATER THEY RETURNED SHOOTING MY PLANTS THREATENED MY NEW HUSBAND AND I INTIMIDATING IMPERSONATING OUR IDENTITIES INVADING ICE WITH IDENTITY FRAUD
civilrights/votingrights/democracyreform
update on communication of opinion with senator warren
constitutional means and measure as provided in description of property
antitrust boredom
petrol
the contemporary lobbying for additional police
in policy writing equates
to the value of ignition of petrol
rather than the clerical error correction
of a homeless person becoming american
that prepaid property of the citizen is in trial
as evidence at the moment
exiting a sealed indictment for all
of those who accepted the transaction
ill gotten gains
from the ill in the streets
knowingly watching americans die
while issuance of wealth was described
in due process
allowance of interpretation of placement
of individual case by case of medical need
present day has concluded process of intelligent quotient ability
of laws to enforce death certificates as an economic
recovery interest in the mortality of exposure sector
of mathematical finite means for speech.
civil rights as commodity?
#civilrights #commodity #zen #buddhism
Next sound
Miss tick
Teaching you through like adu
Eat the line
Crawl up the vine
Inside your water, no wine
Code and color penal
Cashing under the welfare
Biggest duty push
He haw hackers purse strings
And dockers
Superfly newspapers
Wrapped around certificates like knockers
Your still here, hear with your eyes
Get it out of your mouth
Put publicity on silent
Give me 5 to 10 years no profit
Let it all fall, burn in to the problems
Noway y’all is progressive
Jazz aint today
Last night novels can’t eat eggs
Leader need an audience?
When wasn’t you borin?
Flapping aunt jackson
Face some sit down time
For once become not obvious
Because i know you think
But you respond to the dropper
Knew medication like diapers
Unqualified speakers too magnet
Flipping sausage like complaints
Deaf and defended
Clerically too many missing
Number one number, how many died
While you walk, no guard
Open and jawing
In desperate hours, when darkness reigns
And worldly treasures seem forever lost in vain
When power and wealth, like fleeting dreams, dissolve
Leaving me forsaken, with no way to evolve
Show me the path, O guiding light
That pierces through life's plodding night
When metaphysical forces hold sway
And all my efforts end in disarray
My wealth, a worthless trinket, cannot save
My certificates, like autumn leaves, wither and wave
When situations, like unyielding mountains, tower high
And everywhere is blocked, with no escape to the sky
Oh, my creator, show me the path
Lead me through the right way, where love and hope forever last
Let me be a solution provider, a beacon in the night
Let me be great, not in pride or fame, but in the wisdom to guide others to the light
Show me the path, that I may lead the way
And in the darkness, be a shining ray
Oh, my maker, show me the path.
Went down to the river
each time I sang
and washed presumptively
the flesh of kin
down, down, down
with knees bent
unfolded and rent
circled the floors
each time I sang
and raised the roof
and arms in praise
‘tis not enough to say
‘tis a start not lame
to accept His holy name
into your heart
down, down, down
in the burial tub
not shamed nor shoved
but proofed
Went down to the river
he did…he did
and brought his kids
each time I sang
and didn’t know
the refrain
my brain is too small
too weak, not all
that good a matchup
for the King
for the smiles He brings
when the robes are light
and they bring up all
onto the wall
certificates
down, down, down
to the store
not three but four
digging up the old old song
for just a while
my child in a frame
the whole world gained
NO…that is not it
it is for such a time as this
a family close knit
one returned to church
God gives back
threefold
folding my knees
holding my heart
down in the river
remember who parted the sea
remember who walked on the sea
kin came up from the water, free
“In Loving Memory”
It is the language within me that must transform, Lucky number seven, she used to say, “I bore seven children,” with the birthing help of — your grandmother, Ellie. seven signed birth certificates
Today, the seven of us find solace, Knowing she rests in peace. Each holds a personal memory of our mother, Some days were rough, but we persevered.
Seven small bowls, seven cups, seven spoons, A chorus of voices would call out: “Maymay,” “Esther May,” or “Granville Clarke’s wife.” Through tears and aching hearts, we celebrated her.
She taught us strength, resilience, and hope, In her native tongue, she’d say, “Don’t follow patterns; think for yourselves.” Unique interpretations blossomed within us.
Favorite colors eluded her, Yet I grant her the power of black. Her laughter was music, her smile—sunshine, In her presence, troubles dissolved.
Now she’s gone, leaving an irreplaceable void,
Rest in peace, dear Maymay,
Your words will forever shine bright in our memories.
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