Florida Poems

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If the President is Lawless, SO IS EVERYONE ELSE!

    
                       Go steal that £ucking yacht!


Florida Governor outlaws Rainbow Sidewalks. W.T.F.!

FBI ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ILLINOIS WHY AN FBI INFORMANT LIVING IN EXHILE IN FLORIDA KILLED HERSELF

LIVING IN FEAR SURVIVING PTSD ANXIETY DISORDER PANIC DISORDER AGRAPHOBIA NARCOLEPSY HEART PULMONARY DISEASE ASTHMA TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CAUSED BY THE GARGANO CRIMINAL GROUP 2003 I CONTACTED THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ILLINOIS CHICAGO AFTER A JAMAICAN CARTEL BROKE INTO MY HOME WITH CIRO GARGANO ARSON MURDERER OF 8 RESULTING IN 9 PERSONS

Life Inside A Florida Prison

the walls sweat like old drunks

union correctional, they call it—

correction my ass,

this place was built for breaking.

men bleed here, quietly,

a shiv under the ribs,

a mop bucket wheeled by,

nobody looks too long.

guards strut fat on overtime,

pockets heavy with side deals,

they sell cigarettes like gods

and laugh at the rest of us starving.

chow hall—if you can call it

PETERS **** FORT MYERS FLORIDA CHILD **** LIST CONTINUES

PETER GARGANO AND MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND **** OPERATION THE WATCHERS CAMERAS WATCHIBG TOTS FROM THREE TI 10 AFTER THAT THE OPERATION EMERGED MANY MISSING KIDS ALL IVER THE WORLD BECAUSE THE CHILD **** WAS HIDDEN UNDER THE KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS TREADURY OF SAN CARLOS BEACH HE ALSO RAN YHE STRIP CLUB IN TAMPA HOUSING

POLK COUNTY EMPLOYEES CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATION McLAUGHLIN VS FLORIDA ABOLISHING MIXED MARRIAGES

THANK YOU JESUS FOUND A NEW HOME WHERE VETERANS AND BROWN PEOPLE OUR RESPECTED CELEBRATED AND LOVED AFTER SEVERE TERRORISTS THREATS RACIST BULLYING BY CIRO GARGANO MY JAMAICAN TALIBAN IDENTITY THIEVES HACKING INTO OUR LIVES THREATENING VIETNAM WAR HEROS EXTORTING VETERANS TO FUND GARGANO CRIMINAL GROUP OF POLK COUNTY AS MY JAN 6TH NEIGHBORS IN

REMEMBERING FLORIDA COVID GUIDELINES JULY 2020 IDENTITY FRUAD UPON MY FAMILY

2020 COVID GUIDELINES WERE IN PLACE AFTER I SUFFERED A STROKE OCTOBER 6 2019 IN MY HUSBANDS ARMS DEVESTATING HE CARRIED ME TO MEMORIAL HOSPITAL VERY INTENSE MY HUSBAND TAUGHT ME TO WALK AGAIN MY WORDS WERE BACKWARDS DOUBLE VISION MY DOCTORS TOLD MY HUSBAND I CAN NEVER EVER BE ALONE AGAIN I FELL GETTING

Sunset In Florida On The Gulf Of Mexico

The sea is still, a painted glass,
Its breath a hush upon the shore,
As golden light begins to pass
Through skies that blaze and burn no more.

The herons call in liquid cries,
Then vanish in the amber haze,
And clouds drift low like lullabies
Composed in fire for end of days.

A sailboat waits—its canvas furled—
As if it, too, would pause

Raped and Assaulted in Florida Prisons

they chain you up
strip you down
the lights never go off—
just the screams shift
to new throats.

the guards play blind,
or worse, they bet
on who breaks first.

some poor bastard
bleeds in the shower
and another one
learns not to cry too loud.

this place doesn’t correct—
it cultivates.
grows men like tumors
full of rage,
their names erased,
but not their pain.

you let them rot
in filth and

a soul less killer dies

he didn’t blink
when the light caught his face—
just stared like a dog too long in the rain.

no prayers,
no cries,
no family on the concrete bench.

he killed for sport,
like swatting flies—
and still the world made room for him.

the guards were tired,
the chaplain bored.
death smelled like disinfectant and steel.

he coughed once.
then again.
then silence.

nobody wept—
not even the devil.

Vacation State Florida Tribute

Hip to a choice life
green flags and emerald waves,
that vacation state.

I Am A Florida Black Man Lynched For Looking At A White Woman

they said it was the sun,
but it was her eyes—
blue like drowning,
and I looked.

I didn’t whistle,
I didn’t speak,
just looked.

they dragged me out
like a busted dog
from a hot porch,
shouting things
even the devil would blush at.

the rope
was older than the tree,
and the hate
older than that.

tell her I forgive her—
but never them.

I Am A Black Man In Florida Buried In A Unmarked Grave

they built a ballpark over my bones,
laid asphalt like a priest's last lie—
no headstone, no name,
just beer guts and baseball caps
spilling nacho cheese
where I once bled.

I was twenty-three,
shot twice in the alley behind Leroy’s Bar,
the paper called me
“suspected.”
that was all they needed.

the morgue forgot me,
the state ignored me,
and my mother—
she wept
until the flies outnumbered her

I am Black and on Death Row In Florida

they said justice
but meant
just us
and here I sit—
a roach in a cage of light,
the hum of the air thick
with bleach and lies.

my skin
was the evidence.
my eyes—guilty.
no rich man ever came
this far south
to die
in a room this cold.

I write with broken pencils
and dream of rain,
the kind that doesn't stop.

Day Break In Florida

A tangle of moss in the new gray dawn—
Palm fronds whisper hush, hush—
Waves shiver on the sand.
The sea sighs like a tired dreamer.
Fiddler crabs scuttle sideways in the hush—
Sideways like folks around here,
Slipping sideways in the hush.
Behind ragged shacks, I stand.
Smoke curls like a question mark.
A rooster crows a single note of gold.
Somebody’s frying fish,

Florida, How Many New Law's does It Need Each Year

The sun still spills on the oranges' skin,
Bright as the lies we bury within.
The sea is patient, the palms still sway,
But silence gathers at the edge of the bay.

How many rules must the warm wind bear
Before it forgets how to kiss the air?
They scribble statutes in hurried ink—
Do they ever pause long enough to think?

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