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WHAT A BLESSING HAVING AN AEROSPACE ENGERINEER DRONE PILOT FOR A GRANDDAUGHTER 8 CHILDREN 26 GRANDCHILDREN OUR MEMORIES ARE SO PRICELESS MY HOME WAS BROKEN INTO IRONICALLY THE THIEVES CLONED MY PHONE TRIED TO DELETE MY LIFE CRAZY STALKERS THEY WERE OLD PHONES 7 OLD CELL PHONES ALL THE DATA SAFETY STORED THESE OLD PHONES I KELP FOR MY MEMORIES BY GOD GRACE SHE WAS ABLE NOT ONLY WAS SHE ABLE TO RESTORE MY PORTRAITS KEEPSAKES SHE WAS ABLE TO UPLOAD THEM TO OTHER DEVICES THIS WAY I COULD DELETE AND MAKE SPACE FOR NEW ONES ESPECIALLY WHEN YOUR STORAGE IS FULL USING YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS YOU COULD CONTINUE TO STORE WITHOUT LOSING IMPORTANT MEMORIES AWESOME WITH A MEMORY VAULT OUR MEMORIES ARE SAVED IT'S ALSO GOOD WHEN BUYING A NEW PHONE JUST UPLOAD THE OLD GALLERY TO YOUR NEW PHONE WHO CARES IF THIEVES BREAK IN CLONE YOUR OLD PHONES MY HUSBAND PHONE WAS EASY HIS PHONE HAD ONLY DUPLICATE PHOTOS OF ME WE RESTORED THOSE AS WELL OH WELL SO IF YOU EVER LOSE YOUR PHONE YOUR DATA IS ALWAYS THERE I GUESS THATS WHY FBI AGENTS COPS CLONE CELL PHONES ALL THE TIME SORRY STALKERS EVERY PORTRAIT HAS ALREADY BEEN STORED THROUGH BACKING UP NEVER LOSE A MEMORY AGAIN KEEPSAKE MEMORIES VAULTS THE SHEER HORROR OF BEING HACKED YOUR PHONE IS CLONED THE HACKERS CAN SEND TEXT MAKE CALLS DESTROY HUMAN LIVES MY STALKERS WERE CORRUPTION THEY HAD THIS POWER TO EVEN SEND BOGUS TRAFFIC TICKETS REEKING HAVOC ON MY DISABLED VETERAN SO PROTECT YOUR FAMILY IT'S THE BEST THING MY FAMILY EVER DID THE HACKERS WOULD CHANGE YOUR EMAILS MY STALKERS ACTUALLY USED HER BLACK FACE TO OPEN MY PHONE WE REPLACED THOSE PHONES WITH UNHACKABLE ONES SIMS CARDSVAFTER SIM CARDS SHE WOULD BREAK IN GRAB OLD PHONES SEARCHING OUR DESK FOR PASS CODES EVEN BANK CODES ACTUALLY ATTEMPTED TO DEPOST A CHECK FRAUD WASTE AND THE TELLY HACKER CLONING DEVISES IS VERY SCARY SHE TRIED HACKING INTO GOVERMENT ACCOUNTS IT WAS A HORRID ATTACK ON DISABLED AMERICANS I RECIEVED THREATS BLACKMAIL EXTORTION TODAY WE ARE AWARE AND SAFE WITH DATA LITERALLY
Two notifications by mail
Just informed us our payments did fail.
With no idea why,
They seemed to imply
We’d been hacked on a frightening scale.
My spouse placed a call to the bank;
Put on hold, we knew where we did rank.
For an hour I paced
Thinking someone erased
All our savings, the numbers all blank.
When an agent responded, he knocked
All our fears to the ground; we were shocked
To discover the fact
Our account was intact
But the bank had it purposely blocked.
Seems an update, at times, is required
And on my side, it somehow expired.
The problem was fixed
With several clicks
But a shot of tequila’s desired!
The Hacker
Vodka
Used Dells and HP notebooks
Routers and switches
Gateways and sniffers
Kvm boxes and multi real-time data shows
My booty is plenty
No one knows the white mask of mist
They only know some monies are amiss
Bots and trojans and loggers too
Tools of the trade
As the cash is readily piled and made
2 million bit coins
400 million Yuan
786 billion rubles, there goes Putin’s new dawn
From Monaco to Luxembourg to Timbuktu
I have all the cash
Stolen from even mighty criminals too
Now I partake in my biggest heist
The crown jewels you can all keep and gaze
My prize is of more value, I shall hack all the days
I trace ip’s, and wires and protocols
Searching for patterns and rhythms and single heart beats
I shall not ever accept any defeat
I sit in my chair, monitors a plenty
Scanning and routing, probing and poking
Kilobytes and packets of data my way
Slowly, I shall hack into the device I wish to sway
Bingo, I got it, I think I am in
Pacemaker number 24-25-poet-of-things
I now control the beat of her heart
As I reprogram her love from here to the start
Pumping away, verses that sway
I shall now control her hearts desires of spring love in May
Captured her heart
Now I hold it in prisons enclave
To ancient romances and poetic rhymes
I know I am guilty of loves worst crime
However now I know her heart is all mine
I shall make it beat for eternity
So that the kiss I shall give on her sweet lips
Will be smiles held forever and a day
I hacked her heart
And I like it this way!
Alright still gobsmacked how we were
Attacked..hacked..hijacked...whacked
Ransacked cracked shellacked poleaxed
By his relaxed Rat packed knack maxed
So here's a witty ditty ode to Travis
No ifs or buts can't tut tut... annul it or cull it
Straight out of the hut a classy brassy strut
Gung ho have a go heave ho maestro Mullet
Slaying & flaying.. no rut just a glorious glut
Left a stark dark smut.. every bowler's a mutt
Like some flirty dirty sl*t playing with the nut
Hard not to swoon at the boon of the loon
Croon at Travis's off his Head buffoon tune
Stubby not chubby tad tubby like David Boon
Us staunch fans of the promising paunch gasping
Can't snub or sub.. like a lad down the pub or club
Another out of whack attack does launch rasping
Rogue's Bogan brogue.. flashes his blade like Shogun
Wizard of Oz as loved as X men's Logan or Paul Hogan
Dashes and lashes.."Taches win Ashes" the Travis slogan
Every day another woman gets killed by their mate, sliced, chopped and hacked
What is going on with these men,
When did a woman’s vagina become your private property?
You can cheat but she can't
You can move on but she can't
What the hell is that
According to you ...you own her life just because you shared a night
Big Man ...young boy ...stop killing our women, she has the right to move on
You can sleep with 10 other women but as soon as you think it's over you take a knife and slit her throat…seriously…what is good for the goose is for good gander …she can love another
You call that love…cheating with 10 others …she’s not your private property
You don't have the right to her life just because you shared a child ...when it’s over, it’s just over ...you don't have the right to her life
Big man ...young boy ...stop killing our women, she has the right to move on
The Pilferer
He stole her statements ...
and made her speechless
He hacked her thoughts....
as he read her mind with ease
He chased her dreams .....
as he knew her aspirations
He stole her actions rendering her idle,
as he completed all her task
He captured her memory
as he has filled with his images
He is a pirate of her life's ship
as he holds the ship's steering
He is the pilferer, for his recent
pilferage is her heart!
But he stealthily placed his' in that
place and now her life is pumped
by the throbs of his heart!
Her actions dictated by his thoughts
Her destination is chosen by his mind
Yet in a secret cabin souls have united
singing the tune of fusion of love...
Magic of love, pilferage for love!
Hypnotically frozen spell of love!
© Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015
19th August 2015
DISABLED VETERANS BEWARE BE
CAUTIOUS DATA BREACHES HACKING
INTO DISABLED VETERANS AND THEIR
FAMILY INCLUDING BURIAL INFORMATION
MY FAMILY WAS HACKED HOME BROKEN
INTO JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY
MY STALKER TAKING MEDICATIONS
ATTEMPTING TO IMPERSONATE ME
WHILE CIRO GARGANO IMPERSONATES
MY DISABLED SPOUSE ATTEMPTING
TO EXTORT MEDICAL TREATMENT FOR
ORGANIZED CRIME MEMBERS SEATED
WITH CIRO GARGANO ARSON MURDER
OF 9 TERRORIST THREATS USING DISABLED
VETERANS TO TREAT HITMEN KILLERS
RETIRED MAFIA MEMBERS TRULY SAD
BEING A DISABLED FAMILY WE ARE IN
SHAMBLES BUT WE HAVE GOD OUR
SUPPORT GROUPS VETERANS HELPING
VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES MY PRAYERS
ARE WITH ANY VETERAN SUFFERING AS
WE EMBRACE HEART ATTACKS THE STRESS OF
KNOWING SOMEONE HAS HACKED INTO
YOUR HEALTHCARE IN AMERICA JUST STOP
SENDING BLACKMAIL THREATS EXTORTION
THREATS BULLYING INTIMIDATION VICTIMAZATION
OF DISABLED VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES
GOD BLESS AMERICA STAY SAFE
STOP THREATENING MY LIFE INTERFERING
WITH MEDICAL TREATMENT FUNDING RETIRED
KILLERS SENDING BLACKMAIL THREATS EXTORTION
THREATS BULLYING INTIMIDATION VICTIMIZATION
OF DISABLED VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES
USA
It appeared on the doorpost as a Cyclops' smiley face
For some Cyclops WhatsApp icon, but red-themed application
Yes gruesome red, in contrast to the expectation
You would get from a smiley face, even for a Cyclops.
It quizzed my curiosity and I dug further on Google’s interface.
It appeared on the search page as the queen Isis,
Long told in Hieroglyphics, Cyrillic and Roman alphabet,
Patroness, mother, queen, blessings with love met,
But unlike these grim Arabic script in an ominous logo,
And tales of death, pain littered with deeper crises
It told of “nuun”, 14th letter of a blessed script
In which many beautiful and wise thoughts found life,
A letter which told of blessing and not of strife
Being in a position multiple of seven, a number blessed
By God Himself when he Earth and Heaven in 7 breaths whipped
It told of the Magen David, a shining star, which should be a good thing
Only that it brings memories of gaunt bodies piled in trucks
And human experimentation, and as history at our door knocks
And Isis or Isil opens to let in what we dread most
“Nuun” is stuck in my iris with pain and scary sting.
For I have seen the blank stare of heads painting in red drips the pickets
And Leonidas’ 300-style gore re-enacted in modern city streets
As heads are divorced from bodies and all around are scared heartbeats
For even bloodied child clothes cover head-less bodies,
As Christians are beheaded like one would roast crickets.
It brings back memories of my ancestors up in the Samba regions,
Fleeing the harsh choice given to them by the jihadists:
To adorn the village picket or join the cause of the Islamist,
Forced to create a third choice, which was to leave their homes,
Friends and family to pseudo-Islam or lurid lethal lesions.
Is it that time again for Iraqi Christians?
Shall the world once again watch the Red Indians’,Tutsis’, and Jews’
Story take gruesome form and hack through human sinews?
How many litres of innocent blood, and kilogrammes of hacked Christian flesh
Are needed to realise the vanity in the life of *****sapiens?
(c) Nyonglema
This once majestic creature - its form
now a dried hide stretched over mutilated bones.
As defenseless in death, as it was in life,
its tusks hacked from its noble skull.
Its ear rests serenely on its shoulder
among dead sticks the carcass testifies
to the barbarity of evil men
front legs folded back where it heaved in agony-
gave its last breath to vile humanity.
Who can explain to children, the reality of
their storybook elephants or zoo friends?
Out in the wild places, even when protected
they succumb to greed and avarice.
Someday the spaces of Africa will be filled
with extinction.
4/7/2016
For Silent Ones
Images that make you think - #2
3rd Place
HOW THE BITTER VICIOUS GARGANO CRIME FAMILY BEGAN HACKING INTO MY POETRY HERE ON THIS SIGHT SUMMITING MY POEM THE BLOOD MONEY THE MAD BOMBER GARGANO CRIME FAMILY MILWAUKEE CRIME BOSS FEAR ENVY DENIAL FED CORRUPT JHORE JOHNSON SUNSPENDED FOR ABUSE OF POWER DECIDED TO CONTINUE ATTEMPTING TO CHANGE THE TITLE OF MY WORK IN PDF SCRBED I AM BLESS I WAS ACTUALLY ABLE TO STOP HER MADNESS GOD BLESS AMERICA NO FEAR OF THE GARGANO CRIME FAMILY OF MURDER MAYHEIM IDENITY FRAUD WRATH AND COPYWRITE VIOLATIONS ON SCRBED PLATFORM COMPLETE INTIMIDATION FEAR ENVY DENIAL GARGANO ATTACK ONG MY WRITINGS SINCE THEY SENT ASSASINS TO END MY LIFE 8-14-2003 THE SHEER OBSESSION TO MY WRITING ABOUT ORGANIZED CRIME IN AMERICA MY EXPERIENCES OF WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI THE TRAUMA OF SUVIVING THESE TRAUMATIC EVENTS THE EMOTIONAL MENTAL CRUEL TO HAVE THESE VICIOUS WISEGUYS BULLY ME FOR WRITING A MENTAL HEALTH JOURNAL GARGANO AND HIS JHORE HIDING BEHIND BLACKFACE USING A SIX GRADE STUDENT SUSPENEDEVERYDAY IS TRULY SAD NO CHILD SHOULD BE WRITING AN ESSAY ABOUT THE CORRUENT EVENTS OF MAFIA MURDERS THAT HAS TO BE THE MOST CRUELIEST YET PERSONS OF POWER JHORE FATAL ATTRACTION TO MY MENTAL POETRY MY MENTAL HEALTH JOURNAL STOP BULLYING ME I AM MRS YOLANDA JOY NICHOLSEN I AM AMERICAN