VERILY I PRAY TO JESUS YAHWEH INCLUDING ALLAH ITS BEEN TWO YEARS NOW WHEN BIDEN AND ALL THE HORRORS SEVERE THREATS DURING COVID OUR LIVES IN SHAMBLES AN YET DOMESTIC TERRORISTS RIPPED OUR FLAGS MORBIDLY BREAKING INTO OUR HOME WE HAVE SPENT OVER 3000 IN NEW LOCKS LOCK SMITHS SECURITY CAMS THE JAN 6TH NEIGHBORS BUST THEM OUT IN THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT THEY CRAWL OVER FENCES PUT KEYSNIN THE DOORSBTO MAKE QUICKSET KEYS TO ENTER OUR HOME CIRCLINGBOUT APPOINTMENTS ON OUR CALENDAR SO THEY KNOW WHEN TO STROKE TAMPERING WITH MY VIETNAM VETERANS MEDALS OUR MORTAGE BANK INFORMANTION MEDICAL INFORMATION I SUFFER I SUFFER MENTAL ILLNESS PTSD TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY MY HUSBAND AS WELL REACHING FIR MY BIBLE IT'S NOT RIPPED OR FOLDED THESE TERRORISTS ARE BOLDLY MERGING WITH THE SAME DOMESTIC TERRORISTS BITTER OVER MY AMERICAN POETRY MY GOD ITS DEVASTATING THESE ARE INSURGENTS BULLIES COMMITING HOME INVASION EXTORTING OUR PEACE HERE IN AMERICA GOD BLESS AMERICA
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
Unable to fear threats from
any man who actually sent
my ex husband to torch
a tailor shop killing a mass
number of elderly people
sleeping in bed Christmas Day
on oxygen machines as mushroom
clouds flooded the building do
you see special agent Alan king
asked me before hiring me to
wear wires on my unborn children
while city officials helped to cover
up mass murder I witnessed the
plotting of Ciro gargano and I
played in the silk garments in
the shop where he stored the
contents of the tailor shop sadly
corruption threatened my life to
silence me an yet I will never
ever fear murderers with badges
assisting Ciro gargano ongoing
mass murder spree a serial killer
extorting medical care for diapers
and bedding for retired hitmen
Stop intimidation arson murder
of 9 elderly people the coldest
day 1984 I will never forget
At the opened door of the weekday
The throat of the gate is choked
With the clamour of the cliché
of Aluta continua!
The little drop of hope
For the poor to breath on
Is now for the rich to tope
We might be covered
Like a stone in the grass
Yet still, we shall rise
Like sunlight from the sea.
Education is a right
Not a privilege
Why always the poor with austerity?
Why always the lower being suffocated?
Despite we are all the green and white.
The sun's protested for the pain
Even the cloud's lamented
Are we not the same?
Outside the board
You show your responsibility
But those under suffer a lot.
Why the hard decision on us?
Why extorting the little we could use
For the survival of our dinner dine?
Why forcing our future out of us?
Why so cruel
That you see everyone in your shoes?
The street has no choice,
Many talents will drop as your desire
We struggle to live!
We are students,
Not cash cows!
We shall not be broken!
Our flag will always fly on sky!
Our song will always be sung!
Is either you grant our wish
Or the world is shut!
The poor must breath!
And Aluta will not be ceased
To continue!
What is blackmail catering to one's
own soul capturing fear in a mason jar
watching the panting the empty air
dissolving the beautiful wings extorting
the brilliant hue manifested overtime
clinging to the boundaries of lusting
to simply breathe shattering hope
craving the harsh warning signs
the taking of every saved memory
stored so cleverly an yet balance
restores itself all else left dangling
surrounded by torn heart strings
pounding fret as per diem enters the
solid structure of surety awaiting the call
of sheer tangible wrath the wild eyes
the vacant stare pockets are being ripped
at the seams leaving only soiled lent
as a trading post to be equally shared
in a group setting adjusting the mere
solace for peace an eager tantrum arouses
malice and mangled sanity opening
the door to find your intruder coughing
up threats that he himself was forced
to swallow upon leaving ransomware notes
unapologetically relieved yet morbidly removed
She has been waiting for amount
To her survival paramount
“From my base to the next bikes I mount!
I should, therefore, a whole lot count!”
But Bad Economy is a point,
Big money collecting at gun point:
An Extorting Police at check point,
Perpetually there, self would appoint,
Much like some Pastors self with anoint;
The Thing spending at every beer joint.
Spouse Coleman had this mentioned to her,
On bikes against Cold a coat of fur:
Britain’s Winter’s about eighty ponds
Russia’s Siberia’s a price that pounds…
“And so Life to Christ The Real Amount
One needs for one’s ascent of a mount!”
The wondering question of life it seems,
or the missing link of forgotten dreams.
Highlights of careless joys as leap,
when the soul feels the strain in deep.
The resistless hour always on the move,
for waking hearts and the surge after love.
Existence by passion that is longing for things,
extorting to be only sufferings.
Tempered energies to overcome all fears,
conflict and disturbed dreams for years.
When fierce desire become worn with strive,
knowing somehow that is not my life.
Camouflaged images on all level of dreams,
defense mechanisms to censor of what seems.
The ego does not want to recognize,
multiple stories in one self to rationalize.
The dreamer and seer by selflessness observed,
natural complete feelings preserved.
Fingerprints of dreams close to heart,
prophecies towards providence depart.
PURPLE RAIN - 13/03/12 --7
Winter rain platters the window,
Purple lace obscures the shadows,
A domain electrified,
our sense of passion mortified
Within the comforts of our hearts.
A love secured there’s no depart.
With lavender, the air is filled,
Say peeping moonlight rain - be stilled
Commanded by romance in presence,
A kiss to seal that joy of essence
The wine reflects a glowing candle,
Transcends an atmosphere of heights
Thumping hearts as bodies tie,
Extorting love that hides inside
You walk around,
felling like you're above the law
Shielded by family immunity
Get disorderly when you paint the town,
brawling, hitting people in the jaw
Yet you're called a pillar of the community
You lack basic people skills,
heredity always handed everything to you
A silver spoon fed spoiled brat
Never had to pay your own bills,
you said that's what little people like us do
Society traps don't catch aristocratic rats
Tapped into the trust fund
when you turned twenty one
Such is the privileged life of a senator's son
Picked up three DUI's,
and a couple of solicitation violations
Even got caught with an unregistered gun
No charges ever stuck with you,
a Teflon man through and through
Parlayed your inheritance into racketeering too
But you don't care, you're ruthless like your pa ...
taking other people's money is what excites you
Extorting at every opportunity
You sneer at judges with impunity,
'cause you own more suits and uniforms colored blue
And you love being called Big Daddy's little outlaw
Say Goodbye to Summer
By Franklin Price
9/22/2016
Say goodbye to Summer
Fall is in the air
The hottest days are gone
The temperature is fair
Animals preparing
For the winter soon to come
Gathering food for when the snow falls
Nature did not make them dumb
Cool breezes gently blowing
Changing leaves appear on trees
A myriad of autumn colors
Will soon be here for all to see
Halloween will roll around
Ghosts and goblins on our street
Coming 'round extorting candy
Yelling their favorite, “ trick or treat”
When the trees are foliage bare
New scenery we will view
Is that an old house that I see
Or is it one that's new
High upon the mountains
Looking down through the leafless limbs
Are valley views not summer seen
As the sunlight sooner dims
Won't be long until fall's over
And myself and lovely spouse
In retirement, weather winter
In the warmness of our house
you cornered me knocking
my books from my hands
teasing taunting
reading my prayers
out loud to your
buddies they've joined in
your wrath against me
I've decided to take
the long way home tonight
from piano lessons
my gentle spirit wants
to fear you as my mind
is angered tormented daily
you cling to me
like duct tape over my mouth
threats mental torture demanding
my songs be yours my prayers
be your prayers
deep down i can't help
but wonder are you human attall
extorting emotions rackteering tears
exploiting pain mafia mayheim
al capone reciting john keats
in a robe and slippers
over looking the lexington
smoking a very stale cigar
Freelance wanderer carefully navigating the vast expanse
Shadow warrior doth stealthily advance without
remonstrance
With bartered lance, pawned knife; abridged parlance
Shuffling in tantric harmony o'er unforgiving terrain;
nuanced eccentric
Camel cavalcade, entrancing spectacle across glistening
sands prancing
Shrouded by the frantic wind; each, cloaked itinerant a
tenured mantic
Trading the rationed provenance of open spaces for
gratuitous providence of flowering oases
Prudently forming each tribal alliance; deviously skirting
terms of compliance
Hearth covering from servile herd exacted; animistic
seams redacted
Burdened traveler in psychosomatic trance; by warming
flame, pyromantic
Each tenement provisioned by industrious wives; lofty
presentiment
Hospitality granted to imploring drifters; enmity shown
to extorting grifters
We were three, though unequal but warriors
Like the herdsmen we were
A glance tells of Our Genesis
All bound in one future
On our way came ghosts white
Scepter they posed
Extorting and painting us white
Suddenly we woke, we the warriors
In extricate we intricate
Till they went as they came
Our dreams climaxed in one faith
Far not from there, one said to another
Thou are a ghost
What I heard was groans, our fate I know not.