Long Injury Poems
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Maech stands between silence and rebirth,
each tree shows a bud; too anxious is Allie
chasing after a blue Tit that starts its flight,
I pull his leash to prevent injury or even death:
Dashounds are playful and engage in rival fight:
they never harm the cutest, friendliest Collie!
I continue strolling down the dull valley inhaling smog,
I say hello to a henchman who grins, " Watch that fog! "
A lonely person is anti-social, he's suspicious and cold ,
he surely spoils a day that started out well; I am baffled
by such discourtesy: is there any kindness left in people?
A radiant smile is a ray of sunshine, a frown is deplorable!
This forest is pure wilderness, it instills blissful peacefulness.
rarely is seen an unkept vagrant, unless he had built his home
from the wood of fallen trees in the last September hurricane;
I pause and think, " Survival is a means of logical defensiveness. "
I take a sip from the water bottle to replenish some loss of skin salt:
tempestuous clouds gather, then they're stroke by a thunderbolt!
I was warned by mom not to seek shelter from any menacing storms,
it could be a dangerous refuge under those big branches that snapped
while torrential rain washed away everything in their fury, even stones;
I slid down many slopes, unable to stand up and find the main road.
In the blurry distance appeared an elderly man waving me on and follow
him to his hut, I got up and ran, " Here, you'll be safe until tomorrow!"
JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY AKA JOY Y JONES THIS IDENTITY THIEF BEGAN STEALING MY IDENTITY AFTER HER TWISTED AFFAIR WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND AND PETER GARGANO THE ABUSE ESCALATED AFTER THIS IDENTITY THEFT ARRIVED WITH HER JAMAICAN GUNMAN TO END MY LIFE HOME INVASIONS THREATS I FINALLY SUFFERED A TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY FROM A CAR BOMB IGNITING IN MY FACE THIS WAS WHEN SHE REALLY BECAME OBSESSED WITH MY MARRAIGE COMMITING HOME INVASIONS RIPPING MARRAIGE CERTIFICATES SHOT RECORDS PASSPORTS OBITUARIES OF DECEASED LOVED ONES I FINALLY DIVORCED MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND AND REMARRIED TO MY SURPRISE MY STALKER BEGAN HOME INVASIONS AGAIN IT WASN'T LONG BEFORE SHE BEGAN ACTUALLY FALSIFYING MARRIAGE CERTIFICATES OF A DECEASED WOMAN FROM THE CATHOLIC CHURCH IN ORDER TO DINE WITH PETER GARGANO WITH THE KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS AN UNHOLY HORROR UPON DECEASED CATHOLICS MY FAMILY SURVIVED HER IDENTITY THEFT FALSIFYING DOCUMENTS J2 ACN HELPING ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS TO RECIEVE ILLEGAL CITIZENSHIP WORK VISA SCHOOL VISA IN AMERICA BY FALSIFYING MARRIAGE CERTIFICATES OF DECEASED PERSONS ITS TRULY HORRIFYING GETTING MARRIED IN THE CATHOLIC CHURCH THIS FRAUD AGAINST THE DECEASED RIGHT NEXT DOOR THE OFFICE OF IMMIGRATION WHERE THE FALSIFIED DOCUMENTS CAN BE FAXED THROUGH AMSCOT TOOTSIE ROLL DRIVES PERSONS OF POWER SELLING MARRAIGE CERTIFICATES OF THE DECEASED TO JAMAICAN IMMIGRANTS MEXICAN IMMIGRANTS TOTAL DISREGARD TO ACTUAL DEATH CERTIFICATES SADLY MANY OTHER NATIONALITIES IMMIGRANTS BUYING SELLING TRADING CATHOLIC MARRAIGE CERTIFICATES OF THE DECEASED OBITUARIES I FEEL TRULY BLESSED MY HUSBAND AND I DECLINED TO EVEN BE MARRIED IN THE CATHOLIC CHURCH WE CHOSE TRUTH JUSTICE AND PEACE IN THE COURT HOUSE PROTECTED FROM IDENTITY FRAUD AT THE CHURCH WHERE GARGANO CONTROLLED COMPLETE WRATH FAKING HIS DEATH HACKING INTO OBITUARIES I APPLAUD TRUMP ON THIS ISSUE MY FAMILY SURVIVED SEVERE IDENTITY FROM FROM JAMAICAN MEXICAN IMMIGRANTS
GOD BLESS AMERICA
Your severe terrorists threats ring out like bombs like I’m bin laden when actually you used your corrupt badge to try and extort my American poetry for my killers thee Gargano crime family obsession with my livelihood because they blew up my skull with a car bomb because Peter adored my American poetry terrorist threats because my African American grandfather was hired to protect the cardinals future pope’s catholics hiding from Hitler at Saint Sebastian church your bullying shoot to kill U66 shoot to kill represents a shoot to kill on my life to be killed because I refuse to allow gargano to extort my American poetry U66 shoot to kill civil rights activist leaders and their children no I will never ever forgive American domestic terrorist you are fake news fraud bullies terrorizing me for not allowing an imposter to extort my American poetry kill me now I’m American I am American back off Gargano crime family of corruption you are dangerous violent scum shoot me for my own poetry well I’m Medger Evers go ahead shoot I’m Mr Little shoot I’m Martin Luther King shoot me many have died for less and I have been suicidal not sure if I could go to heaven but I challenge you to shoot me Ciro Gargano Peter Gargano and your entire clan shoot me over my American poetry invest my traumatic brain injury claim go ahead shoot to kill me 1966 shoot all civil rights advocates and their families what a perfect death good idea I’m in I’m unafraid shoot to kill me you missed 8-14-2003 Rasta Andrew died coming to end my life over my American poetry so now you’re back shoot I’m here do it
God bless America
Supreme Court Justice
Civil rights advocates
Organized Crime law
After my injury on Macdill Airforce
base in Tampa I was so shattered
broken when I spoke with Senator
Bob Graham he helped me stayed
with me through this difficult process
helping me receive workers compensation
and disability ssd after my nervous
breakdown trying to file documents
with the Supreme court merit board
he was a wonderful person who cared
about everyone I am so saddened
to hear of his passing my prayers
are with his family for comfort and
healing many political leaders could
learn a lot from Senator Bob Graham
human process what an awesome human
being he treated me like i was his daughter
it wasn't easy and i was emotionally
crippled he never abandoned me he
listened he cared and he got things done
keeping my dignity thank you for your service
may your family be comforted and may
you continue to rest in heavenly peace
My family have our flags half staff
In Honor of Senstor Bob Graham
Taps are sounding rest in peace.
These judging walls.
Ever always must I ignore their calls.
Their hushed whispers and silent screams,
Unendingly poisoning my tormented dreams.
Tossing, turning, then bolting upright...
But merely waking ends not the maddening plight.
Unceasingly the murmurs burn my ears;
Ruthlessly parading my failures and fears.
Ever always ringing down these halls
The accusations of these judging walls.
The endless watch of these judging walls
Keeps me guarded more than any and all.
Ever perceiving, always seeing
My shortcomings, faults, my flaws as a being.
On and on it perpetually wears
Until my steely constitution tears.
And then as my heart and my mind bleed
The whispers drone on, so conscious thought they might impede.
Condemnation rains as I curl up in a ball
Feeling so vulnerable before these judging walls.
Oh these merciless judging walls
Coaxing me ever closer to my pall.
Only to add insult to injury, do they speak.
In perpetuum reminders my future is bleak.
Loosing their tongues they generously give lashes
Each stroke, each word, digging deeper the gashes.
Once strong mind now frightfully frail
Once glowing countenance now painfully pale.
I doubt I can, but I'll attempt to stand tall
Under the relentless barrage of these judging walls.
YES VERNON KING PIMP TERRORISTS THREATS VIOLENT GANG MEMBERS ARRIVED TO MY HOME IN FORT MYERS ACTUALLY TAKING PHOTOS FROM MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM IN ORDER TO DEFRAUD MORGAN COLLINS AND GILBERT HE'S A PIMP DOMESTIC BATTERER OF RAMSEY COUNTY MINNESOTO TERRORIST THREATS GANGSTER DISCIPLE MEMBER NOT SURPRISED CORRUPT ALLEN KING WOULD GATHER GANG MEMBERS TO HARM ME MY PHOTOS WERE TAKEN BY VILES AND ELLIS LAW FIRM PROGRESSIVE AND ALLSTATE HE TOOK THEM TO CREATE A CON TO DEFRAUD MORGAN LAW GROUP BACH OFF ALLEN CODE WORD YOUR SLEEPER AGENTS HAS BEEN ACTIVATED YOU ARE SCUM YOU WILL NEVER PERPUTRTATE FRAUD AGAINST MY GRANDFATHER CPL. ROOSEVELT KING WW11 ROME SAINT SEBASTIAN CHURCH 1944 NOR MY FATHER OR MYSELF YOU ARE SAD SEE YOU LATER ALLIGATOR
You need to do this
It would be better if you
...did it my way
My way, well, I don't know
I'm still figuring it out
....along the way
Ways,days, leave me dazed
With confusion, illusion, and conclusions
....that never pan out
But I want you to listen
I have important things to say
....I'm a poet, for goodness sake
Words, like perfectly formed turds
Still stink when they are delivered
....no matter how tightly wound
A wounded wound, makes a distinguished sound
On the piano of the heart
....like a weighted string
B R e
a
k
ing.....trying to take on one more note
The pressure of holding it together
Giving way...to the thud, of words
.....pianos float notes...not words
The beauty of rhythm and flow, gone
The whipping of the string, finally free
....to make noise in the air
with WHOever is there
daring to care
for the broken great.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-30-2018
Note: Fear communications are so damaging...just had to walk away. Also, it's a wounded (injury) wound (past tense of wind...ahhh...words make me silly with joy).
Helper for heartbreak's dissipation
Coat of slick paint covers pain
His younger hair longer temptation
Gives dead Romeo fresh frame
Travel miles along Australia's coast
Brought assailed soldier to me
Astringent ginger kisses Kylie ghost
Instant skin soothe of proximity
Tersely told stories, recently passed
Undo injury of passion's abort
Urge rapid recovery, characters cast
Script for infant territory taught
27th January
Cathartic Cleanse
(He chose name Katherine)
So, you want to buy a gift
for that famous geezer.
First, hear about the midnight shift
of our Ebenezer.
Late at night, he is concerned.
It is December time,
when, it's been confirmed,
good people lose their minds.
Some gristle in his soup
upset his condition.
Now, he is unable to regroup
and sees an apparition.
He peers out the windowsill,
as that stew's injury lingers,
standing so very still
with cold and boney fingers.
A guy intent to pin a rap -
hear him moan and bellow
like a bear caught in a trap,
Marley, that poor fellow.
Once a boy on a country lane,
how did Ebenezer meet this fate?
What happened to his brain,
as he neared heaven's gate?
Why could the Lord not spare
the one good thing in life,
yes, his sister who was kind and fair.
Why cut his heart out with a knife?
Why would I condescend to take a seat?
I would not recoil, but rather retreat,
than hear the mutton's painful bleat
'neath his blade as its heart still beats.
Leave me ghost, blow out your lamp.
I'll not see the moron's laughing face.
as my nephew's knife, the devil's stamp,
another life, it would erase.
No, I'll not see the foolish face
of the boy who took my sister away,
who took her life, and with his replaced,
all on that tragic Christmas day.
The ghost made Ebenezer sit and sigh
as he watched his own body die.
There was no one even there to cry
as a worm crawled out his eye.
You want a gift idea with merit?
Perhaps a greasy goose. I won't bicker.
If there's something you stand to inherit,
a heart attack is indeed quicker,
but for the man staring at his casket,
I recommend a fruit basket.
Fascination rodeoed on Jacob's face
When Grandad related battle tales
from his years fighting Vietnam War
Distant fathoming is fantasy implored
Rough ideas imagine a glorious place
With regal intention, Grandad faithfully gifted
his jungle enduring life saving switch knife
Italian stiletto, retained in top condition
Jacob thanks Grandad with astonishment
The fine strong blade with honour he polishes
Keeps it safely stowed at back of drawer
Its service integrity seemingly assured
Responsibility entrusted, Jacob acknowledges
Two years pass, horrid puberty hovers
Revealing sections with strange offers
Teenager by curious cruelty besotted
Living overseas after parents divorce
His Father, Jacob's blame directs towards
Though Mother and sister sympathise
Depth of his heart's injury not realised
Concept of vengeance dangles reward
Rejected by fast forging peers, villified
He arrives at midnight to party uninvited
Logic abondons him, seething survives
Beer drinking back yard teens, Jacob's target
Blade illuminates license available in pocket
Adrenalin aids the yank of sitting enemy by the shirt
Veins driven to violence feed voice strewn with hurt
Frenzied Jacob in chaos grabs weapon, then drops it
"What the Hell, man!" shirt fronted spits, appalled
Reality oozes in Jacob's ears, vengeance withdrawn
Quick onlooker obscures blade, blind inside handle
17th June 2020