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(I learned about this travesty of justice when I saw the HBO
docudrama 'Recount'.)
In 2000 I was for George Bush but now I'm not.
Bush didn't deserve the Presidency that he got.
Many innocent people in Florida weren't allowed to vote because they and felons
had similar names.
Katherine Harris did this to twenty thousand people and she should be ashamed.
Half of those people were black and they probably would've voted for Gore.
Bush wouldn't be President right now if those people hadn't been ignored.
Gore was cheated in the year 2000 and that was wrong.
In my opinion, prison is where Katherine Harris belongs.
Today I spoke to a fourth grader who wondered what he did wrong.
Why was he sent to me - the school counselor?
I told him that I had missed him and wanted to see him.
To check out how he was doing.
He opened up, telling me many things about his family.
His mother is in jail. He told her to not shoot at the cops.
He looks just like his father.
Look his name up on a jail site, you can see him, he said.
I don’t know a jail site, I told him.
Because I don’t.
He rolled his eyes. Can I type on your computer?
He typed, but Daddy’s photo did not appear.
Many other felons did appear with the same name.
Do you get to see your dad often? I asked him.
No. So I asked, “Where does he live?”
“That is confidential information,” he informed me prissily.
You dragged me down to your level with your heartless judgment...love didn't arrive at my doorstep
You are the predator and I’m the victim
You are the executioner and I’m the man, tied up to the chair
GET A GRIP....
SIP...satisfy your taste buds with happiness....and dip dip dip
Into the river
R I V E R
Disappear, fear that clothes me
Reappear, fearlessness that suffocates thee
Your river of deceit leaks out… now, I can clearly see
Your true colors…you resurrected radiance in the eyes of millions…and you allowed me to escalate with ecstatic eagerness and enjoyment, much like a satisfied, well-watered tree…nurtured by sunlit glee
I never thought that this all could be
You push me to become like all felons
Possibly, doubt slipped into my mind and traded me with prosperity in the hands of tragedy
Nothing can harm us...
We're on the same bus
You killed my trust and hope…and fed your twisted honesty
Our bittersweet chorus of lies and miseries sings its tune of tainted lullabies
Move on once again we must…or we’ll be targeted by calamity
I know you hear me, but you ignored my silent cries…oh darling, how the time flies…
Oh please, darling angel, fix me, for I am a wrecked-up bicycle – never wave your
Misery-laced goodbyes…cut it out before it devours us with utter distress!
For you, I am now saddened and try to untie myself from this mess…
As my love and hope for you slowly but surely dies,
Sift out the vile lies and don’t ask your why’s
I still hear your wistful cries
You relied on the Lord of the Flies
And you engrossed him…now, he draws near to you because you enchanted him with your miraculous powers…I was spell-bound and gravity-bound in the chambers of alienation while you were showing off your capacities…I thought it cool!
You say it’s a natural gift that’s used as a priceless, grand tool…but, I take you as a fool!
I CONTACTED SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND 2003 ANDREW JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY BREAKING INTO MY HOME SEARCHING FOR IDENTITIES IN MY FAMILIES OBITUARIES ARRIVING WITH GUNMAN ANDREW HENRY TO END MY LIFE IN TAMPA HE WAS MURDERED AT MY FEET ANDREW WAS HIRED BY CIRO GARGANO JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND TO MURDER ME IN ORDER TO IMPERSONATE MY IDENTITY IN ORDER TO OBSTRUCT JUSTICE IN ARSON MURDERS OF 9 PERSONS 23 YEARS LATER SPECIAL AGENT PAUL BRAND ARRIVE WITH MY STALKER MY IMPOSTER BREAKING IN OUR HOME SEARCHING FOR DOCUMENTS TO FALSIFY PHOTOS SHOT RECORDS PASSPORTS BIRTH CERTIFICATES MARRIAGE SEATED WITH MY JAN 6TH NEIGHBORS HIDING IN CAMPERS HACKING INTO OUR WIFI EVEN OUR RUNG CAMERAS OBSTRUCTING JUSTICE ECPOSING FBI INFORMANTS ON THE STREETS IN CHICAGO BEHIND BARS ACROSS THE MIDWEST ALL RESULTS OF SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND BREACH IMPERSONATING FBI INFORMANT WITH JAMAICAN DEALERS FAMILY MEMBERS IN TAMPA REEKING HAVOC COVERING ARSON MURDERS OF 9 PERSONS UNDER WIRES INSTALLED ON MY UNBORN CHILD THIS RESULTED IN HUNDREDS OF FALSE CONVICTIONS UNDER SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND TARGETING AFRICAN AMERICAN OFFICERS AND JUNK SICK IRISH OFFICERS SELLING DRUGS FOR GARGANO CRIMINAL GROUP DATA BREACHES CYBER ATTACKS ON OUR HOME COMPUTERS THIS ALLOWED JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY TO IMPERSONATE MY IDENTITY THROUGH SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND TERRORISTS THREATS AS CIRO GARGANO IMPERSONATE MY POW VETERAN HUSBAND EXPOSING MY IDENTITY AS AN FBI INFORMANT IN JAMAICA ACROSS THE MIDWEST THIS SHATTERED ALL THE COVICTIONS THAT OCCURED INDER MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM CORRUPT OFFICERS RESULTING FROM ARSON MURDER OF 9 THE ENTIRE FEDERAL BUILDING LASALLE AND VAN BUREAN HOUSED PRISONERS CIRO GARGANO FALSIFIED INFORMANT FOR SPECIAL AGENT ALAN KING AND SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND TO FALSIFY RESULTING IN A SEVRE BREACH FROM 1984 ONGOING ON THE STREETS AND BEHIND BARS HINDREDS OF CONVICTED FELONS INCARCERATED FALSLY BY CORRUPT AGENTS HELPING TO EXPOSE INFORMANTS TO DEATH ROW IN ORDER TO COVER UP CIRO GARGANO ARSON MURDERS OF 9 PERSONS SEVERE THREATS ON MY LIFE WHILE MY IDENTITY WAS IMPERSONATED BY A JAMAICAN IMPOSTER JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY CLEARLY RESULTING INTO DRIVE BY SHOOTINGS
In slumbering slope they lay,
their gaiety snores in rhythmic peaks of cadences,
The lily livered japes
Kings from central castings,
Heroes of one hour,
jostling for President with mere words
Resigned to bed now, save one.
Cowards, afraid of prison walls
seeking fame by fraud.
Oh Fame, how Disinterested
oh time, how revealing
motives concealed but not to all,
they were boys all along
impressing us by publicity
with drama for the surface
But the sternest stood alone
though jeered and calumniated, yet undeterred
taunted by the guns of the oppressors
marooned in their prison
confined to Abuja
denied of dignity
Yet his passion soars with coruscation of brilliancy
The quest for freedom stems from the heart
the cause for which he dared a tyrant
who sought a cause by a fraudulent jurist
to make him bend or make him bow.
unlike the cowards he never stooped,
he stirred the oppressed from their slumber,
and made some men by delayed revolution.
where are all the orators who came to bury Caesar by campaign?
They snore in the bedroom unaffected by the groaning of the people
some seeking publicity by suing twitter,
others purloining at the tables of business felons.
In the struggle for emancipation,
the boys are separated from the men.
Dedicated to Omoyele Sowore
The Nigerian Born Activist
who stood alone when other younger candidates resigned to fate after the fraudulent election that imposed Buhari
We peep through grated beams in the dark confines,
Kept in chains by the tyranny of audacious jailers,
unending cynosure of profligates and imposters:
ruining the destinies of million wearied sufferers.
criminals fit for the gallows,
morons from the days of the colony.
dictators in military attires.
and simpletons kept in power for temporary ease.
our heirloom forced from us by old monsters.
cabals of criminals, greedy goons, men untutored in reputation.
Felons and rapscallion from the military barracks,
too old for modern ideas.
we are burdened along by colonial tyranny,
in a country where destinies are suspended in the gale,
and youths are forced into their own crimes of stealing.
we could not speak our sentiment freely.
we are fettered and riveted by their guns.
The sword above us, tyranny of archaic mind.
dreamy theorist acting as lords over multitudes of docile lots.
men made to cringe and fawn bowing and stooping to the
threatening of their guns.
They armed assassins and sufferers alike,
paid a trifling sum from the proceeds of corruption,
to keep the masses away from them as old baron loot the treasury,
this open prison of fancied freedom,
where marauders employed by the states with a gun to kill,
trans versing the south with AK47/.
terrorist renamed bandits by religious sympathizers.
from the porous borders of North,
comradely of Fanatics and bigots of the sword sect.
Clandestinely overrunning the land.
Freedom is a crime to fools.
those who dares becomes enemy of states.
assaulted by “operation python” dance.
or raided by Lawless DSS.
This is but a Jihad disguised as government.
The road is a trap of death,
we sleep as watchers waiting for the sword.
we starve amidst multitudinous resources,
they Lend to keep us in Bondage.
The crude in the south.
and all the resources are carted away to the North
to pay terrorist.
A state crimes condoned.
we groan,
we dare not speak as their armed assassin are
ready to silence the Voice of Truth.
one more Truth for the Jailer from the North.
“Inheritance”
Where do I go?
To meet you
outside of
complicit
words...
I dream of
bigger things
than numbers
and sharp talons
bells jangling
ankles tempted
by better things
running
flight of the fleeing
hooded
tethered
birds
Freedom,
Words.
Just
Freedom words.
Courts of law
and felons;
I remember
the night you arrived.
Rain -
and You,
on my shoulder;
all alone,
we were pure -
we were innocence,
Just...
You and I.
I sang you a song
from my heart
out loud.
Poems?
Poems,
they were never thought of.
In my dream
I am you
behind your
windows
Not so long ago.
21 goes so fast
I wish
the next few years
to go so slow,
but they will not.
Magic comes
in for you,
I laid the path
congenital
Believe always,
Love arrives in you,
when you dream
in the dreams
of another's Wake.
It was transfused
from my heart
to you at birth,
tenfold;
This is fate.
Seeker,
You are stronger
than you know
inside you,
stronger than another
inside you -
your inheritance,
more than money is worth -
a hidden treasure;
inherited, there lies waiting,
a silent courage,
Heart of Gold
Once was a mother
a story to unfold
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
llb-gvlm
ljb
18.9.99
“Rainy Day” music,
https://youtu.be/6h69W_Ymu8Q
“This is what I believe:
That I am I.
That my Soul,
is a dark forest.
That my known self will never be more
than a little clearing in the forest.
That gods, strange gods,
come forth from the forest
into the clearing of my known self,
and then go back.
That I must have the courage
to let them come and go.
That I will never let mankind
put anything over me,
but that I will try always
to recognize and submit
to the gods in me
and the gods
in other men and women.
There is my creed.”
D.H.Lawrence
"Hey There Georgie Girl"/ Seekers. Come the Day. x
https://youtu.be/bGyixX7QJVE
UCAN2 AUCAN2 I AM REMINDED OF THE DEAD MAN IN THE TRUNK OF A BROWN BENZ LEAVING POTOWATOMIE CASINO THIS THREATS COMES DIRECTLY FROM CROOKED COPS JUNK SICK TO FBI INFORMANTS TO REMIND THE FBI INFORMANT IF THEY RAT OUT A CORRUPT OFFICER THEY WILL BE FRAME THE THREAT COMES FROM MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH AND SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND ARLINGTON HEIGHTS INVESTIGATION INTO OFFICER WATER BARNETT CONTINUED INTO CITY LIGHTS SPORTS BAR AND GRILL AND BUMPIN AUDIO I REFUSED TO WORK KNOW THE RISK WERE GRAND SINCE SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND EXPOSED HER INFORMANTS TO GANG LEADERS SHE BEGAN WORKING WITH EL J OMAR SHORTLY AFTERWARDS EL J OMAR WAS FOUND DEAD EL J LAST SEEN LEAVING SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND VEHICLE FREQUENT HE PURNELL PLACE THAT HOUSE GANGSTER DISCIPLE YOU SEE SOONER OR LATER THAT FLANIGANS PARKING LOT PAULA SOON EXPOSED ME TO THE QUEEN PIN GANGSTER DISCIPLE AND THE PRISON SYSTEM OF CONVICTED FELONS LOOKING FOR MY BLOOD MY DEATH TO GET EARLY RELEASE I REALIZE THIS WHEN PURNELL WAS KILLED IN THE PARKING LOT OF STRETCH SPORTS BAR LICENSE PLATE AU2 AUDI 2 THE MEXICAN QUEEN PIN SEVERE REPEAT VIOLENT OFFENDER SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND WAS NOW SLOPPY AND INFORMANTS STARTED DROPPING IN PARKING LOTS SECURITY WENT OUT THE WINDOW I KNEW IT DIDN'T MATTER WHEN SHE HAD ME SIGN INFORMANT PAPERS IN PARKING LOT AT FLANIGANS RATHER THE POINT RESTURANT OF LAKE BLUFF FLANNIGANS THE NORMANDY CITY LIGHTS TO STRETCH LOUNGE TO DENNYS DIDN'T MATTER YOU ARE EXPOSED HAVING MY IDENTITY EXPOSED TO THE MEXICAN QUEEN PIN AFTER STABBING 5 PERSONS AU2 UCAN2 LICENSE PLATES ARE SLAM BY VEHICLES WHEN THE OWNER COMES TO SEE THE COMMOTION THEY ARE KILL IN THAT OARKING LOT UCAN2 IS A DIRECT THREAT FROMBTHE JUNK SICK COPS BITTER WITH ME AFTER ALL THESE YEARS BREAKING IN MY HOME TAMPERING WITH MY HEART MEDICATION CAUSING CHEST PAINS THANK GOD THE FIRST RESPONDERS ARRIVED I WAS NEARLY DEATH LAST MONTH UCAN2 REALLY DECADES HAS PASSED CORRUPT COPS STILL SELLING DRUGS AUCAN2 BE FOUND DEAD IN THE BACK OF A BROWN BENZ IS THIS DUTY-FREE
GOD BLESS AMERICA
Yes, Let's Do it. Election Insanity.
....................
Yes! Let us have all felons vote!
Better yet, let's muddy the "Swamp"
Have known killers run for Congress.
Perhaps, even be our President.
Indeed, the Americans have gone looney.
Must be chugging down really cheap wine.
Or smoking tons of powerful Ganga.
Don't forget the OxyContin...Whooh!
Let's believe those who work are evil.
Pit them against those who will not.
A typical Communist famous card trick,
Played by Commie crooks.
Let's knock over every statue of those who
made America great,
And replace them with un-American ingrates.
Let's replace them with killer rappers,too
Or female singers on TV, who love to
flash their woo-hoos!
And a special garden so inspired,
Dedicated to disgusting race-batters, too?
And a special duo needs one, also
Stormy Daniels and Avenatti, a dude so
falso!
The newest one to Jussie Smolett,
all made in gold.
Hope that idea. Leaves you cold!
Why heck! We took God out of schools.
Then like refards,we complain ,they don't
know the Golden rule.
No, they don't..you removed a basic tool.
And to salute the flag? Oh, no, they won't!
Flags are to be stomped on and for the
Burning?
All this sets my stomach churning.
In recent years, our government wanted
Their spies in churches.
Yes your ministers are evil don't you know?
But into a mosque, the FBI may not go.
Christians are a dangerous breed!
Really? Yes, so say all the druggies high on
speed.
This is my brief peek as what's coming down
the pike.
I find it all dismaying and not at all right.
Panagiota Romios
4/23/2019
3:2m PST
They've tossed their souls away
again
harlots for a vote
they've fingered the race card
the rapist card
the Russian card
the Ukraine card
now they're playing mahjong
with a virus.
Muzzling our freedoms and rights
placing plastic tiles in our minds
when this latest fallacy fails
they'll boomerang (black)
to the race card again.
They're locking {we the people away}
giving early release to protect rapist
and assorted other derelicts... from the flu!
Do they think a tsunami of convicts
will keep six feet away from our
daughters
mothers
grandmothers.
My father used to sweat the flu out
I remember him saying
"get me another blanket"
we'd stack them three or four high,
The fever would break
he'd be back to work the next day.
only to inhale benzene rings
to keep us in meat and greens...
They don't make them like that anymore
This will be a baton head splitting summer
oppression will detonate
spill freedoms' soul onto the avenues
fringe factions will clash..
Come November
just remember who locked you up
released the filth of society onto our streets
remember who pointed fingers-fell asleep
while withholding your money
to gain political traction
trashing the economy
running helter skelter over livelihoods
come November-shout out people!
remember how your local gvt. couldn't find
illegal alien felons to deport them
but suddenly found them long enough
to give them your Wuhan money -your bread and honey
come November vote their globalist behinds out of office
and into their
plush-slush funded gated community