NO FEAR OF WISEHUY DONALD MASSIMO PELLEGREN FAKED HIS DEATH IN FORT MYERS TO CONTINUE DOING HITS FOR THE MON RUNNING THE WISCONSIN WOMANS PRISONSADLY MASSIMO DECIDED TO IMPERSONATE MY DECEASED FATHER BORN 9.14.1942 CHICAGO WHY SIMPLE LOOKING FOR MY GRANDFATHER HERITAGE SERVING IN ROME SEVERE IDENTITY FRAUD UPON VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILY GAMBINO HITMAN HIDINGBOUT IN DETROIT RUNNING PRISON GAMES THE MAFIA'S HORROR SHOW SEVERE DEATH THREATS HITMEN ATTACKING DISABLED MOTHER ATTEMPTING TO RACKETEER MY AMERICAN POETRY EMBEZZLING A TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM ON MY BEHALD FORD MOTOR COMPANY THIS WISEGUY GARMENT DISTRICT HITMAN FAKED HIS DEATH TO BECOME MY FATHER IRONICALLY OBSESSED WITH 1942 MY FATHERS BIRTH DATE
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
Everyone sees
except the clown
eternal illusions
edged into oblivion
exposed
even old ladies laugh now and know
earmark of fool
ego bigger than a hallmark brain
egotistical mind ejaculated into space
eccentricity of ai caught red handed
embodiment of fraud
emotionless thief who steals the spotlight
empathy a pill he will never swallow
embezzling attention anyway he can
enchanted realms, he has been forbidden
encroaching on poetic graveyards, a sin
ears that hear, eyes that see
escape this villain, run for sanity
I truly feel sorry for the Gargano
crime family that your only means
of support was through harming
me embezzling racketeering my
traumatic brain injury claim
intimidating identity fraud
impersonating me attempting
to extort my American poetry
my god I feel sad for your family
you're no Sammy the bull you need
my identity for medical treatment
after faking your death the funds
ran out and here we are i can't help
you I'm disabled I can't support your
dealers and killers your violent offenders
seeking early release this makes me so sad
organized crime and corruption should
support all members when they reach
a certain age unable to bring scores
to the table the five families should
open the books stop threatening me
Standing on the mountain of Kilimanjaro,
Enduring hardship for centuries,
Forcefully uprooted from Savannah,
And crying for the moribund race.
Remembering the bootless slavery,
Discourteously displaced and separated from loved ones.
Instill in us, disdain and dishonor.
Many dreams crumbled,
Hmm! Dreams were traded like commodities,
Rights, trampled upon,
Lower classes, made labourers and creators of wealth for the upper classes and the Europeans.
Savannah, enslaved and then colonized,
Colonized, and then left devastated,
With dreams on the journey of no return.
Savannah! Savannah!
Brass are now fraudsters,
Embezzling without queries.
Forgetting their promises to the electorate.
Hmm! What a cruel Savannah.
Savannah's ancestors, watching in disgust,
And their laid efforts, sleeveless.
The ancestral land is dying.
The brasses forgetting the D day,
Where their wealth will be useless.
I wept furiously,
From today till tomorrow,
Savannah's misfortunes are unlimited to embark on.
Savannah, the great PARADISE for the GRENDEL.
Alimi Abdulkabir's Poetry
I wonder why I'm treated like a child,
When I left childhood many years ago,
I just wonder!
They told me,
"Youths are the leaders of tomorrow",
When the old ones have refused to handle over power to the young bloods or rest in peace.
Lies as old as time!
I wonder why they call me daily,
When one day they will forget the same name,
Like I wrote that which was widely irrelevant.
I wonder!
I still I wonder why they refuse to celebrate and compliment me now,
But beside my grave, they will cry blood,
Burn candles and burn forests,
Testifying of me to the whole world,
When I won't be there to hear and see.
I wonder why they are killing, betraying, embezzling, marginalizing and underdeveloping...
Forgetting that someday,
They will all die and decay like an abandoned egg in a refuse dump.
Even deep in my heart,
I wonder!
I'm born again! I am disgusted with
myself, with an imperishable pith
of me, a sort of enmity akin
to xenophobia: the human being
I see in mirrors is a guest from far,
a very far off world. How dare you are
embezzling me - the soul, the mind, the name!
Well, name is yours but what about the same
old fountain pen I thought I left behind?
Oh, sweet oblivion I failed to find!
The death is cheating... On the other hand,
perhaps, it's not so bad for us, my friend.
To die, to be embodied and again
to fill the dearest old fountain pen.
Slenderly community
The land of sobers
Enough for plunderers
Ground of Ivory
Home of diamond and gold
Is now Magufulized
No more embezzling
Lazy are working
Respecting their roles
No more liquoring
This is the land
We all dreamed by
Reviving the airline
Is the biggest witchcraft
7 wings were booked
5 have already landed
I enjoyed several trips
It is a miracle that exist!
The giant is shining
Suffocating capitalist
As much as fraudulent
For they are terribly squeezed
In jail cell like shanties
For they lacked patriotism
By smuggling national cake
Go Magu, go!
Dig down to their pockets
Suffocate them deeply
Till dehydrated completely
Do more, do!
Open the roads for business to grow
Build flyover for traffic to perish
Construct SGR for easy transportation
Do the stieglers to boost economy
Our thumbs are yours 2020
For ant corrupt Tanzania
It is not my fault.
Not in my linage,
not in my blood,
how to make things
disappear as I pass close
to other peoples things
or items not mine
or cherished possessions,
not even in their absence,
things not my own,
not belonging to me,
for I am not a magician.
Was not born a
kleptomaniac.
I guess I'm good at
leaving things behind,
instead of stealing them.
They disappoint me,
hurt my feelings.
What can I say,
like those elite ones
in public office
embezzling public funds
or rather stealing it.
What a humiliation
for the family,
or the embarrassment
to the friends of such a one.
I cover my face in shame
because of people like that.
It's not in my blood,
I cannot condone such people.
A thief is not a thief
because he stole,
a thief is a thief because he steals.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
From the realm of their own
Are weaved verses
The visions they have
They convey romantically
Tragically and rarely comically
They entice with their array
Of words sometimes
Straight forwardly at others
Hidden away beneath embezzling
Thoughts,so much they convey and share
We are lost in their world
Practically be with them
In those moments they render
Unmindful of the world
Around them , the happenings
They weave a web around
Themselves and their inner world
Their visions laid bare
We love them or loathe
Depending on what they convey
They wield the power to
Change the world
Their works possess the might
We've been gifted with
Poets like Wordsworth,Shakespeare and Eliot
What revolutions came about
After they entered this romantic world
Poets visions transform ours
We love to be with them through their works
New and newer works are entering the arena
To keep us romantically inclined
Thanks to them we are transported
And transformed.
Ashes to transcendence mid infested holy waters
naught bearing ascertained compassionate divinity,
mad puppet masters fleecing wings in lieu of
ceremoniously exorcised influential malignancy
at the right hand of almightily held hallucinations
strapped over barrels & sanctimoniously flogged,
no show of mercy notwithstanding devoted defenses,
residing within sacredly inventive corrupt corporations
embezzling enterprising riches' dutiful abstractions,
bless them Father for they woefully neglected
the word of all gods' intent and persuasions, serving
no higher purpose than to gild collective repositories
of sinfully en-massed wealth in the name of religion
and the sacrificed blood of Jesus' crucified convictions
written upon coveted covenants' ingrained biblical bluffs,
struck settling false witnesses' far-side excised stonework
brigand connoisseur
embezzling my precious stones
counterfeit romance
stealing but the refined part
sterile, barren heart remains
Dawn
hopeful, expectant
tantalizing, exhilarating, inviting
friends, citizens, government, politicians
inciting, embezzling, dictating
greedy, covetous
Darkness
Poor, leased heart agreeing to a blind date
With malice aforethought you bartered the rate
Twas not petty theft my reason to sift
But treasonous plot my passion to shift
Trite misdemeanor to coyly my fallen spirit lift
Felonious assault my tendered soul to rift
Friendly interest, floated my sinking dreams on your balmy skiff
Accessory to heartache, allowing my fleeting hopes to drift
A bended ear feigning with my liabilities to relate
Lecherous charmer embezzling my allegiance, endearing my fate
Ceremoniously following decorum, my good graces to satiate
Callously counterfeiting my honor, your own ego to ingratiate
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