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THINKING OF YOU MARILYN PELLEGREN OUR PATHS CROSSED AND I CAN'T HELP BUT FEEL SO BLESSED WE MET THE MANY TALKS ABOUT RAISING FAMILIES CHILDREN MARRIAGE FORD MOTOR COMPANIES AND THE GARMENT DISTRICT WOW THE BALANCE OF YOUR LOSS LOSING TWO CHILDREN TO THIS DREADFUL DISEASE SO MANY ON WAITING LIST FOR DONORS OTHERS GOING THROUGH END OF LIFE STAGES IN HOSPICE I AM STILL TOUCHED BY THE CONTRIBUTION IN LIEU SO MANY FLOWERS WONDERFUL CONTRIBUTIONS FROM FORT MYERS THAT CONTINUE TO POUR IN SENT TO THE CHILDRENS LEUKEMIA FOUNDATION IN MICHIGAN IN MEMORY OF YOU SUCH A WONDERFUL BLESSING REST IN PARADISE SWEETIE NO MORE PAIN AND SUFFERING REALIZING JUST CAN'T SAY THE SAME FOR DONALD DANGLING ONTO THE MIDST OF MY PERFUME REEKING HAVOC TOTALLY OBSSESSED WITH MY AMERICAN POETRY IS COMPLETELY STRESSFUL BUT GOD IS GOOD WE MUST BELIEVE THAT SOME DAY HE WILL JOIN YOU AND THE BOYS SUCH A PAINFUL LIFE SUFFERING AN ILLNESS YET FILLED WITH GREED AND MALICE SHOCKING TO FIND HIM HERE IN SOME TWISTED VENDETTA RIGHT AMAZING CAUSE I ACTUALLY THOUGHT HE DIED BEFORE YOU AND THEN I LEARN HE'S STILL AMONG US REEKING HAVOC MUST BE THE ILLNESS BRAIN MATTER CANCER STRICKENED HOW HE'S ABLE TO SEND THREATS IS TRULY IN A LEAGUE OF ITS OWN MY PRAYERS ARE WITH HIM WALKING THIS EARTH SENDING THREATS TARGETING MY AMERICAN POETRY WITH MY IDENTITY THIEVES IMPERSONATING ME ACTUALLY CASHING ANNUITY PAYMENTS ON MY BEHALF DEEP SADNESS I TRULY THOUGHT HE WAS A KIND PERSON OUTSIDE OF BEING A RETIRED HITMAN FROM DETROIT HE SEEMED KIND INTERESTED IN MY GRANDFATHER IN ROME DESPERATE USUNG ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS FROM JAMAICA MEXICO TO MAKE FRAUDULENT IDENTIFICATION CARDS YES DONALD REALLY LOST ALL OF HIS MORAL COMPUS THE THING IS HE CAN NEVER EVER EXTORT MY LIFE MY AMERICAN POETRY SO HE HIDES BEHIND TERRORIST SENDING THREATS SLAMMING ON BREAKS FLIPPING FORD TRUCKS IN FLORIDA I CRING ALMOST AS HE BOAST ON PAST WHY WHY WHY REALLY WHY NOT HE LOST EVERYTHING FAKING HIS DEATH LIVE AMONG VENEZUALAN IMMIGRANTS FUNDING THE WOMANS PRISON WISEGUYS SHOPPING FOR MAIDSTHIS SADDENS ME MOST SIMPLY BECAUSE I AM AN FBI CONFIDENTIAL SOURCE A DOMESTIC VIOLENCE VICTIM BEING EXPOSED BY THIS TERROR WISEGUYS FAKING THEIR DEATHS THREATENING DISABLED POETS IN AMERICA AN YET I FEEL SORRY FOR SUCH AN EMPTY SOUL TRULY ONE THING FOR SURE YOU WERE ABSOLUTLY RIGHT ABOUT HIM GOD BLESS YOU
Due to the extreme measures my
identity thieves have taken in order
to extort my American poetry from
mafia wise guys to corruption to Jamaican
female impersonating me with data breach
and severe identity fraud i adore writing
poetry everyday but i must stop for now
allowing these thieves some twisted sick
respite away from tormenting me being
on this sight allows them to be able to mimic
terrorize me with terrorist threats it's very cruel
but some people would do anything to harm
innocent person god bless all of you here
on poetry soup keep writing I shall my prayers
are with my step son who took his life thanksgiving
the shock of my mental health being exploited for gain
by identity thieves mafia corruption for gain leading to
101 reason taking his own life poetry in the wrong hands
we sigh for the giving and pray for the souls of the silent
beings for their pain shall always shatter thee earth the
infamous core tangible structure of the mind shall be
replaced with insanity for a brief notion gathered for sheer
peace hence release I am completely traumatized my abusive
ex his accomplice the arson murderer Ciro Gargano identity thief
Jay Townsend Johnson Henry my complete stalkers trickled
down ongoing abuse from my bitter arsonist ex husband
sacrificed his son in order to assist these imposters to
extorting my American poetry to allow this imposter
impersonate me for gain literally giving my step son
no other options taking his own life while family gathered
giving thanks a falseness knowing they were planted
outside my door awaiting my disabled spouse and I to go
to VA appointments so they could enter our home searching
for poetry data to summit finally exploiting my mental illness
my husband's 101 airborne releasing suicidal thoughts in a family
My step son set a plan and ended his life due to plagiarism.
It had been twenty years since I contacted the FBI when
my identity thief arrived with her Jamaican gunman to end
my life over my American poetry he died at my feet complete
karma taking my step son 20 years later this operation forced
him into suicide ending his own life shattered into after realizing
the severe domestic abuse identity fraud plagerism arson murderer
Seeming to decipher,
The count of the sample,
Whether white, red or dead,
It appears, each is ample,
The blood of our lives,
Not the fluid, arterial,
But the beings, among them,
Usurped the toy in your cereal,
Their daily appearance,
At the start of your day,
Then emerging in time,
As the sun went away,
Their cohabitation,
With you, not by choosing,
But the result of divinity,
And the Creator's own musing,
A parent, a sibling,
Those snags of the branches,
All accounting for something,
When relations are stanches,
Unlike other vows,
Ceremonial, contractual,
Once out of the womb,
They are dogma and factual,
Commandments and law,
Reinforce these intentions,
Though no matter or slight,
Ever fades from contention,
Blood is thicker than water,
And universally sold,
Never questioned or doubted,
Whither silent or told,
Then, some days out of many,
When zeal and self,
Decide this is the day,
I want off of the shelf,
The blood test is given,
A puncture of flesh,
Your judgment, by others,
Disregarded as fresh,
The clan, it has spoken,
Based on magisterial virtue,
Eat every last word,
Though it might only hurt you,
But, you are in the know,
Of your first name and surname,
And the choice may preclude,
The outcome of this game,
It is time you stand still,
Concern, only internal,
Which cancels your date,
With the family tribunal,
It's never forever,
The scab always heals,
But, now, it might cover,
Something new to reveal,
The blemish is formed,
Hiding old wound or issue,
It is never the same,
Reinforced by scar tissue,
Hopefully all cells involved,
Can now work together,
Creating new bonds and sealant,
And tougher than leather,
You emerge understood,
By reason or force,
Avoiding all separation,
Death, disaffect or divorce,
There might be some others,
Trials of unknown decree,
With the plaintiffs intact,
Or scouring leftover debris,
You have done what is needed,
And can sigh in relief,
Your resolve and conviction,
Firmly held your belief,
That blood is essential,
It fuels, ignites verve,
And yet until it is tested,
We know not whom it serves,
So, we test, and retest,
Find the vain to extort,
And if too much is drawn,
We can simply abort.
(12/9/01)
No fear of threats from vicious
Peter Gargano knights of kkk
Threatening my life for attending
that 1969 Civil rights field trip
my father Civil rights advocates
political leaders gather
as we awaited the trial
way buses to board
my first grade class
was the only class
honoured to attend
because excellent
grades and we were
the entertainment
choir members thirty
one 1st graders my
mom and dad was
so proud of me no
cousins or sisters or
brothers no identity
thieves Jamaican
immigrants from tampa
definitely no mexican
violent offenders from
delicia chichihau mexico
born in 1980 committing
home invasions for corrupt
junk sick cops very sad place
in America truly sad these
violent offenders and corrupt
cops threatening my life
obsessed with my poetry
my life 1969 Abraham Lincolns
home my first grade class was
the only class selected throughout
Chicago i will never fear intimidations
threats from domestic terrorists
with badges discrimination
hatred of me fir being the child
of a civil rights advocates being
a child of a the black panther party
1969 fred hampton breakfast
program I wore wires pregnant
buying weapons and drugs from
corrupt junk sick cops today
these corrupt officers crave
my death attempting to extort
my poetry for Peter gargano
criminal group breaking in my
home reading my diary about
my 1969 field trip sorry your
Mexican imposter wasn't
even born your Jamaican
imposter wasn't even born
this was peters game to
murder me and impersonate
me with immigrants because
he hates blacks he burns blacks
alive he frames blacjs extort
blacks he hires blacks to
unearth blacks he hires corrupt
junk sick cops to terrorise
threatening fbi informants
confidential human sources
he ignited a car bomb in my face
i am truly blessed that my first
grade class was the only class
chosen to attend only because
I sang in the chior I got to sing Marian
Anderson’s hymn were the only class
we felt so special liberty and justice for all
lift every voice and sing very very exciting
such an honor to be chosen to sing
let freedom ring
To my mort sending me terrorists threats suggesting I mort myself because imposter jay townsend johnson henry my stalker mckissick including severe violent offenders gang leaders stabbing five persons attempting to impersonate me extort my American poetry sorry your cruelty bounce off my backs today I took my anxiety I want to live today amazing terror corruption abuse of power attacking disabled Americans today I don't care how many threats pour in I have crisis teams available help is available keeping me from being so impulsive that I act on threats to end my own life to allow imposter's to clone me with a severe data breach that led to Jamaican jay townsend Johnson Henry shooting I to my home I survived a mort meant for me I want to live today I survived domestic terrorists attempting to murder bullying me terrorized me for years but today I want to live knowing these mort will never ever impersonate me again 988 I am alive your imposter's will never extort my American poetry stop threatening my disabled military family harsh realities jay townsend johnson henry bullying my disabled family actually threatening my disabled war veteran husband with extortion attempting to force us fund violent offenders medical needs prescriptions she break in our home exposing herself to private personal military veterans information to feed to violent offenders undocumented mexicans jamaicans slander abuse of power falsifying documents data breach i reported jay Townsend Johnson Henry her mother toni townsend johnson henry arrived shooting in my home she returned 20 years later the anniversary of the shooting resulted in death her obsessed with my American poetry led her to Threatening my disabled war hero husband completely devastating hacking into social security bank buying chinese food fraud waste abuse of power bullying seated with my ex abusive husband his violent cult of vicous horror intimidates our disabled family thank god for the military order of the purple heart veterans helping veterans this identity fraud ripped his purple heart medals in order to send threats shame on you bullying is such a horrid place in American society
Sorry no fear from A bipolar inmates sending terrorists threats through political powers instead of sending me threats from Man die Queen pin for a day giving false statements how's that going she's enraged jealous ready to stab again blood was everywhere over and over again bipolar prisoner wisconsin woman's prison repeatedly violent because she is bipolar entanglement with my abusive and his abuse of power jay townsend johnson henry let's say Nicole my attacker catrina bell mckissack challenged by severe obsessive behavior stalking me over my American poetry shame on all of you stop encouraging this violent offender to want to harm me to get out of jail no different than Bin laden seeking early release I'm not afraid of your threats I realize they are from my stalkers my assasins arriving with a gunman to end my life in tampa recruiting Man die behind bars to slander me and God knows how many other people she resents bullying intimidating due to her extreme bipolar violent outbursts according to lake Geneva news Milwaukee sentinel she is easily made jealous foaming at the mouth stabbing five people chanting she was going to kill them while on probation repeat severe violent offenders with A deadly weapon she continued to stab these people with a large butcher knife enraged no wonder she continues harming innocent persons
Man die needs an insane asylum clearly union grove over and over again giving false reports and she starts all over promoting violence or perhaps wait until she stabs your mother or her own child again hint hint back off I will never ever fear your corruption queen for a day to lie spread rumors and stab innocent persons blood was everywhere shame on you
You are actually encouraging A bipolar violent offender to harm me for your own twisted corruption abuse of power manic organized crime canker worm breaking into my home searching for poetry
Jesus I certainly will never ever fear these ongoing sheer threats of terror upon me from behind bars poured out into the streets stop terrorists threats you cannot extort my american poetry have a blessed mother day weekend
It was 1984 Christmas eve the arson
murder took place this resulted in the
fbi informing me my life was in grave
danger ciro Gargano had killed 8 elderly
old people he returned years later 1998
memorial day weekend to commit another
arson killing victim 9 elderly homeless man
he began a revenge against me to punish me
for witnessing the plotting of his arson
murders of 9 sending ultimate threats
terrorists threats on license plates made
by severe repeat violent offenders behind bars
in the Wisconsin woman prison funding his
female gang members violent offenders
recruiting gang members on the streets
sending out threats personal threats
because my wearing wires pregnant
buying weapons and drugs resulting
in hundreds of gang leaders queen pin
drug smugglers convictions my prayers
are with this corrupt madness Gargano bullying
me with corruption balanced over satisfying
an entire woman's prison of gang members
gangster disciples controlling corruption
Sadly my wearing wires pregnant for the
FBI buying weapons and drugs from junk
sick cops was to get Ciro Gargano prison
time cut in half on his own weapons and drugs
charges only he forgot the arson murders
were still on the table meaning he'd
have to rat out Bin Laden himself so he
gathered corrupt officers violent offenders
gang members to bully me intimidate me
commit identity fraud against me even tried
to extort my American poetry my stalker
99999999 nine elderly person burned alive
thats the real issue here Gargano hired a crew
to taunt slander threaten bully my life several
attempts on my life including igniting a car
bomb in my face so when I see 999999 on
license plates it's clearly blackmail from a very
cruel criminally insane mastermind arson murderer
who hires corruption to intimidate his victims
and violent offenders to plot murder falsifying
information abuse of power gross negligence
excessive harm funding arson murder of 9
Once "City of Big Shoulders,"
Stockyards and industrial concerns:
A man's self-worth measured
By muscle and energy burned.
Today the stockyards are shuttered,
The Face of Livelihoods changed;
From Meat-packing and Manufacturing---
To Financial Services and Video Games.
Serving loyally with blind dedication,
Following only a high school education,
Lifetime stints at one factory or plant,
Today simply ain't where it's at:
Mere shards of memory
Of what life was before
Everyone had a college degree,
And sought work in a plush office indoors,
As opposed to lifting heavy two-by-fours.
Looking back at Chicago's history
Over the last century,
Our task is this simple question to ask:
Have we moved ahead and progressed?
Are our lives any better?
Or have we reversed and regressed---
Spending the prime of our lives studying letters?
It's easy to end a poem on such a note,
Leave the reader to cast his or her vote;
But I'll not finish off with a nod a wink,
I'll let you know what I actually think:
Chicago was rough, Chicago was tough,
Her denizens coarse and gruff;
Not much for culture or fashion,
Artists and poets she was constantly bashin.'
Workingmen reveled in their muscles,
Frequently engaging in tussles
With their bosses over hours and wages,
Oft-ending in fisticuffed rages---
And the workers sentenced to 6' x 8' cages.
Gangsters like Capone and Dillinger flourished,
By slimy politicos encouraged
To extort and shake down
Workingmen all over town,
At deserted sites with nary a copper around.
Sometimes we look back and forget how it was,
When education and the arts were slighted,
And even good neighborhoods were blighted:
Where an ugly picture emerges
Of exploitation and funeral dirges.
So let us be grateful for what we have in some precincts today,
And hope that Chicago's future points to an even brighter day.
We'd opened ourselves up to fascist beliefs
we'd catered to the raw findings of mental angst
an yet we knew going under cover would somehow
lead to sudden death threats corruption beyond belief
ill gotten gain abuse of power narrating our very
existence we knew full well death would follow
going into hostage situations my wearing wires
on my womb was the fetus alive had there been
prenatal care non existence actually being a
confidential human source for the federal bureau
of investigations in America a family of six a daunting
task to be erased aborted soon after the currency
arrived saving only the habitual murderers it seems
witness protection for the arson murderers assasins
hitmen hired to end life the Sammy the bulls
the Calabrese willing to rat out the mere crime
bosses of bosses where women infants
and children vanishes at the Metra trains all aboard
Kenilworth my mind focused on Bozo the clown
The Ray Raynor show WGN broadcasting from Kenilworth
Illinois who are we when the conductor screams
watch your step my thoughts were can you hear my fetus
heart beat can you tell the difference between my heart beat
and the fetus heart beat do you have kids do you think
the sound from the wires is harming my baby amazing
going deep inside hostage situations twenty two cities
from Chicago to north Chicago stopping briefly in lake bluff
train station to install the wires I'm broken I'm scared
I have to swallow fear I have to go on and finish this
retched job bringing corruption organized crime to justice
funny today no it never really ends these bullies lie in
waiting to extort even your American poetry your mental
health journal for gain while you double up on your
survival skills while Klonopin is a safe haven a sanctuary
between therapy sessions prayer is a constant reminder
in many languages last stop poetry central station
keep writing dear we will get through this
Definitely the place to devour corruption corrupt city officials so valid and vile orchestrated by a fatal attraction who slept with my spouse wearing a rubber badge from a strip club in Tampa bay shooting into my home to attack my livelihood to extort my American poetry my blessings are I arrived in spring field Illinois 1969 from Joseph medill elementary school of journalism Chicago Illinois where I sat singing civil rights hymns at Abraham Lincoln home sadly my stalker from Tampa decided to end my life over my identity obsessed with my growing up in Chicago meeting cicely Tyson this imposter tried to murder me she actually stooped to an all time low to take down corrupt city officials with her I feel sad this person that obsessed with my American poetry I’m not a scholar I’m just a write a quote from Gwendolyn Brooks I think it is sad to have stalkers obsessed with your life enough attempt to murder you god bless America god bless American writers and poets stalkers are out there preying on your work I pray I could be a living example of this horrid extortion if not living in death I pray I die for this sheer terror on American soil Ciro Gargano was obsessed with me he hired jay Townsend Johnson Henry to become me after death and cover several arson murders the reason the FBI warned me telling me my life was in danger this resulted in my wearing wires pregnant buying weapons and drugs from Ciro garganos corrupt dealers my life was threatened and this stalker plotted my death I reached out to the federal bureau of investigation Chicago but I believe my being emotionally traumatized left me alone I pray the Supreme Court justice get to the bottom of government scum hiding behind Jamaican isis drug dealers in Tampa bay you’re going to have to kill me dear I am Chicago I am America I'm unafraid of stalkers domestic terrorists comprised dat abuse of power intimidation bullying identity fraud in America God bless America