MY TERROR BEGAN MAY 2020 WHEN JAMAICAN JHORE JOHNSON BEGAN DATA BREACHES IN TAMPA GENERAL HOSPITAL SYSTEM HCA HOSPITAL SYSTEM MAGELLAN HEALTH CARE TRI CARE MEMORIAL HOSPITAL SYSTEMS ADVENT DOING HER PART FOR THIS FRAUD OPERATION HACKING INTO MEDICAL RECORDS DURING COVID ACCESSING PATIENTS RECORDS INSURANCE FRAUD TRADING SELLING AMERICANS MEDICAL INFORMATION IN ORDER TO DEFRAUD DISABLED VETERANS SENIORS HERE IN FLORIDA 2020 I SUFFERED SEVERE UNDERLYING HEALTH CONDITIONS HEART LUNGS STROKE INCLUDING COVID WHILE THESE JAMAICAN FEMALE IDENTITY FRAUD THIEVES DECIDED TO ACCESS OUR PERSONAL INFORMATION HACKING INTO SOCIAL SECURITY TRI CARE MEDICAID MEDICARE QUITE A CONSPIRACY BLESSINGS WATCHING THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION CAPTURED JHORE ACCOMPLICE ELAINE ANGENE ESCOE ANNIE PALMER FROM JAMAICA TO HAWAII COMPLETE HARDSHIP FOR MY FAMILY AND THE MANY OTHER AMERICANS WHO FELL VICTIM TO THESE AMERICAN MOST WANTED JAMAICAN FRAUDSTERS SCAMMERS DEFRAUDING AMERICAS MOST VULNERABLE DISABLED VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES DISABLED SENIORS DISABLED AMERICANS TRULY SAD
GOD BLESS AMERICA
Dwayne Johnson known also as the Rock,
is a larger than life man who smiles around the clock.
His movies whether action or comedy are hits but he is humble,
wacky roles, always with humor and banter- and action with not a stumble.
Mikey, oh Mikey, you’re such a fake man
Your mouth full of marbles and Trump’s dirty plan
You use your position against all the poor
With lies and deceit, you pretend he’s the cure
A fake little Christian invoking Christ’s name
Memorized words, you’re a fraud and a shame
You’re Don’s little puppet, a con’s useful tool
A cheap wind-up doll, a disposable fool
There’s no place in Heaven for liars and cheats
They all go to Hell and become Devil treats
So stop all your lying and silly word games
And prepare for eternity burning in flames
Carpenters from Carpinteria
Great attendants of frame
Friends and sculptures of a mind
Tools and craftsmanship
American tries for all that binds
As happiness now, Johnson thunk,
Requires that a fellow be drunk,
Pursuing the happy,
A literate chappy,
So happy became that he stunk.
We are life unto death sealed in its hold
when mortal limits fill a dateless urn,
a worldly spirit in a spirit world
for dust you are and to dust you return.
To do and unto my lost cause to teach -
did I not that nobility disgrace?
Yet still you sought to seek, to touch, to reach,
and to look upon the soul and its face.
It grieves me so in your deathly still vale
that your own fears did cruel fate forebode -
an honoured place far beyond this travail
waits you O’ teacher and last tributes owed.
Real was my discontent, my foolery,
yet you never failed or abandoned me.
Written: February 1994
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
Soon I'll be dead
Soon I'll be six feet under
My children will cry
At the volume of thunder
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
I hope you don't mind
No one lends you it back
I'm not borrowing your time
I stole it
Or you spent it
You can't relive a scene
You're living
Or you're dying
But there's no in between
And that's why I'm sad
As I rot on this bed
I spend my life dying
Stead of living
And now I'm dead
I spent my life working
To pay off my bills
Didn't see the world with my children
And now I never will
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
This isn't to depress
Just a warning that your life
May be even less
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
I'm scared like a baby
At age thirty-seven
Did my tree blossom
Or wilt itself away
Am I in hell
Or am I in heaven?
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
Call me the priest
I hope he can pray
For me as I decease
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
Death is calling me
The streets feel desolate
Glass houses are empty
And lonely
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
Death's walking the street
Every second a lamp shatters
Crystals broken and tattered
Did I even matter?
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
On my very last breath
Death shall be no more
I shall conquer death.
Jay Townsend Johnson Henry
Fraud
Jay Townsend Johnson Henry
Identify theft
Jay Townsend Johnson Henry
Attempted murders
Jay Townsend Johnson Henry
Hacker for medical records
Jay Townsend Johnson Henry
Murder
Murder
Murder
Murder
Jay Townsend Johnson Henry
Inspirational verses of murder
Jay Townsend Johnson Henry
Inspirational verse of murder
Jay Townsend Johnson Henry
Inspirational witch craft
Jay Townsend Johnson Henry
Inspirational stalking verses
Jay Townsend Johnson Henry
Inspirational terrorist threats
Thee art of hacking into phone's for Google photos my stalkers hacked in my families computer exposing documents medical records surgeries ect. be careful storing files this could become dangerous I was forced to change passwords email creating several accounts to prevent hacking these stalkers actually sent your private audience to public in order to stalk other family members stay safe stay vigil photos of my injuries my husband’s surgeries my children surgeries taken decades ago for medical research exposed senseless stalkers home computers are for storing medical records photos for future surgeries skin graphs plastic surgeries stem cells bone cancer go fund me caring bridge including hospice to be faxed to doctors to save lives stop hacking into personal medical information University of Queen Mary Syria Dubai Pakistani people Indian Medical University
DANCING DREAMS OF DAMILOLA JOHNSON
Dancing through the daffodils, bright & bold,
Damilola’s dreams in daylight unfold.
Delicate droplets of dew, glistening gold,
Delight in her laughter, a story retold.4
Daring to dream, she dives into the deep,
Dancing with destiny, her heart’s secrets keep.
Divine in her kindness, her spirit so steep,
Delivering hope where the shadows creep.8
Dynamic and dazzling, an oasis of light,
Dear Damilola Johnson jonsing the darkest nights,
Drawing the dawn of dotingness, warmth & might,
Inspiring conceived journeys that'll soar into flight.¹²
With every determined step, she shines anew,
Dancing through challenges, as only she could do.
Dami’s enduring essence, a vibrant view,
Delightfully destined for greatness & holds value.¹6
VICK MANUEL POETRY
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FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©?26th October 2024.
Unafraid of my stalker Jay Townsend Johnson Henry Jamaican Tampa native data breach cyber attack identity fraud truly sad she was born 1972 clearly obsessed with my identity my prayers are with this stalker arrived with a gunman to end my life 8-14-2003 attempted to impersonate me and extort my American poetry I’m sending prayers because arson murderer Ciro Gargano hired this stalker to obstruct justice in the arson murders of 9 people because I wore wires pregnant for the Fbi they then ignited a car bomb in my face to destroy my brain to allow her to become me after death that failed cause I survived the car bomb Ciro Gargano his brother Peter decided to embezzle my traumatic brain injury claim to pay this imposter off that failed she went crazed crazy obsessed fatal attraction dangerous she believed she was actually me this is very traumatic and scary I feel unsettling but I must be brave stop identity fraud equivalent to ISIS terrorist cyber attacks on government offices truly horrid staying in my faith god bless America
Will the house our cadaver impeach?
Mike's abused his freedom of speech
With head in the sand
Johnson takes command
Like a selfish son of a beach
George Johnson 'HEART of a WOMAN''
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For "Ole" Robert Johnson,
It was so Instrumental.
He went to the crossroads.
Sold His soul to the Devil.
Samuel Johnson of dictionary fame
versifying was another game
Poems of satire of his day
coming to London to have his say
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