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MY LIFE IS IN DANGER I BEGAN WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI SFTER SPECIAL LEROY HEIMBACH SPECIAL AGENT ALAN KING INFORMED ME THAT CIRO GARGANO KILLED 8 PEOPLE IN A FIRE MY CHILDREN AND I IN DANGER THAT BEGAN IN A TAILOR SHOP I'VE RETIRED I AM NO LONGER AN INFORMANT HERE'S THE THING GARGANO FAKED HIS DEATH TWICE AND HAVE BEEN LIVING IN MY AC VENT LITERALLY LISTENING DEVISES INSTALLED HE SITS WATCHING LISTENING TO MY HUSBAND AND I WHO IS A WAR HERO CIRO BECAME OBSESSED WITH KILLING MY HUSBAND HE GATHERED JAMAICAN DRUG DEALERS IDENTITY THIEVES FROM THE CARTEL CONVICTED IN NORTH CHICAGO ILLINOIS TIED TO THE JAMAICAN ASSASIN WHO ARRIVED TO KILL ME IN TAMPA BAY ALL AS A RESULT MY WEARING WIRES FOR THE FEDERAL BUREAU ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ILLINOIS HE IS VERY DANGEROUS VIOLENT HE IS TRYING TO KILL ME NOW HE FAKED HIS DEATH TWICE TO TERRORIZE ME THEM MURDER ME BY EXPOSING MY IDENTITY AS AN INFORMANT TO ALL THE KILLERS AND DEALERS THIER TWISTED FEMALE FAMILY MEMBERS JAMAICAN DEALERS IDENTITY THIEVES HACKING INTO MILITARY FAMILIES LIKE A VICIOUS CHUCKY DOLL HE IS A SERIAL KILLER MURDERER OF LISA ANN CARNES HE IS TARGETING MY HUSBAND MY WAR HERO INTIMADATION HOME INVASION STOLEN VALOR IMPERSONATING MY HUSBAND THE JAMAICAN FEMALES ACTUALLY POINTED AN ASSUALT RIFLE THROUGH OUR WNDOW LANDED ON MY HUSBAND CHEST FINALLY SHOOTING OVER 15 BULLET HOLES 38 SLUGS IN OUR PLANTS HE BLEW UP MY FACE WITH A CAR AND EMBEZZLED THE TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY AS I SUFFER HERE WITH AFIB ATRIAL FIBRILLATION IRREGULAR HEART BEATS STROKE HEART FAILURE BREATHING MACHINE WITH PTSD SEVERE PANIC DISORDER SEVERE ANXIETY DISORDER COPING WITH AGRPHOBIA NARCOLEPSY HE LAYS LOW INSIDE MY NEIGHBORS DOG ROOM WITH ILLEGAL JAMAICAN IMMIGRANT FEMALE STALKERS PERPUTRATING FRAUD UPON ME AND MY HUSBAND THIS IS A COMPLETE DIRE NEED IMPERSONATING A WAR HERO WHO HAS A PURPLE HEART GARGANO STALKING ME HUSBAND WITH THREATS WITH STOLEN VALOR CONNECTED TO THE POLICE CAPTAIN IN HAINE CITY STOLEN VALOR IS A HORRID CRIME AGAINST AMERICA'S FINEST WAR HEROS I AM VERY ILL COPING WITH HOME INVASIONS IDENTITY FRAUD RESULTING FROM MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FOR THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION MY HUSBAND AND I ARE IS FILLED WITH STRESS GREIF GOD BLESS AMERICA
SURVIVING COPING LIVING BEHIND MAROON DRAPES IN HIDING SUFFERING FROM PTSD DEPRESSIVE DEISORDER ANXIETY DISORDER PANIC ATTACKS YOU FOCUS ON YOUR HEALTH NARCOLEPSY DAYTIME SLEEP APNEA TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY AFIB SEVERE OAIN AND SUFFERING WHO AM I IM A BROKEN HUMAN BEING SURVIVING IN THIS WORLD STILL HEARING MY FETUS HEARTBEAT EVERYDAY I FLASH BACK GOING INTO HOSTAGE SITUATIONS I AM REMINDED OF SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH RELOCATED MY FAMILY AFTER TAKING DOWN 69 PERCENT OF ALL DRUGS SOLD FUNNY LOOKING BACK BEING HATED THIS OPERATION BEGAN 1984 BUT IT TOOK TWO DECADES IT TOOK MY EVERYTHING ONGOING LEADING 988 TO 989 WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK OFFICERS WHO AM I WHY I'M THIS BROKEN PERSON NOT FROM WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FROM REMEMBERING FROM SURVIVING DOMESTIC VIOLENCE I AM ME I THANK GOD FOR SAVING MY LIFE 988 SEPETEMBER 1988 THROUGH 1989 SEATED WITH THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION AND MY CHILDREN PREGNANT WITH MY 5TH CHILD GOING INTO HOSTAGE SITUATIONS AFRAID FOR MY LIFE AN YET I SURVIVED 1990 THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION CONVICTED THE TARGET HOW BLESSED I WAS THAT WE WERE SAFE FROM THESE KILLERS DEALERS CRAVING MY DEATH I'M UNASHAMED I KNOW MANY LIVES WERE SAVED THE FBI WAS MY FAMILY WE SERVED AS A FAMILY THE FBI SUPERVISOR SINGING MY GIRL TO MY FOUR YOUNG CHILDREN MY GOD I FELT SO SAFE THEN SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND INSTALLED THE WIRES ON MY UNBORN BABY TODAY 988 KEEPS ME FROM ENDING MY OWN LIFE AS I'M REMINDING OF WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI EVERY SINGLE DAY I'M REMINDED OF WHY BECAUSE CIRO GARGANO TORCHED A TAILOR SHOP KILLING 8 ELDERLY PERSONS RESULTING IN VICTIM 9 CAB COMPANY 1998 AFTER LEAVING MY HOME LAYING LOW IN THE SHOP HE VOWED TO BURN DOWN THE CITY THIS RESULTED IN HIM IGNITING A CAR BOMB IN MY FACE IN SHOCK YES AFRAID FOR MY LIFE ORGANIZED CRIME ARSON MURDER OF 9 MY BEING A CONFIDENTIAL HUMAN SOURCE FBI INFORMANT CIRO WAS GOING TO KILL ME SOFTER TIMES FEELING SAFE MY FBI FAMILY MY KIDS SINGING THIS GIVES ME PEACE I AM HOME I AM SAFE GOD BLESS AMERICA
We have been sheltering in place for eleven months.
I always thought before that my husband stayed in his man cave.
Boy, was I wrong. He is underfoot seconds after I awake.
What about the two car garage we turned into his office?
Why can’t he stay in there? I remember the day I realized that he
Had the builder build the wall out so he would have an extra three feet
Making it impossible to get the teeniest table into the kitchen.
I made them tear the wall out and re-do it.
Six men and none of them figured this out until a woman came along
And threw the biggest lady fit west of the Mississippi River?
Yes, he does have a man-cave.
On the blueprints it was supposed to be a two-car garage.
I talked him into an additional three-car garage,
So he was generously granted this space for his office.
It is enormous for a man cave.
Two years ago at Christmas I installed five TV sets on one wall.
He should be insanely happy in there.
Two queen beds, a desk, fourteen computer screens,
A movie projector with a hundred and seventeen inch screen
And five mounted TVs. Plus a doggie door for my dog.
When I see him come anywhere near the rest of the house
I time him. He can get a snack then he better get back in there.
I allowed him this luxury, so I could have peace and quiet.
Not hear him whining about that doggie door.
You never know when the day begins or until it is complete what twists and turns that day may take…or what people you might meet.
Today a nod to fate…or luck…or what many call destiny…this story revolves around two mechanics, some donuts…a soldier…and one dead car battery.
After a wonderful time the day before…hiking, seeing animals…identifying trees and flowers…we decided to rise early and grab some donuts before visiting Bok Tower.
But when we tried to start our car…the battery was dead…already things were not going our way…it seemed that fate had other plans for the beginning of our day.
After getting a jump from our roadside service…(whom we immediately had called)…we drove to O’Reilly Auto Parts to have a new battery installed.
But this O’Reilly’s didn’t have our battery in stock…(that’s 2 twists of fate if you happen to be keeping score)…But Chris, the manager, found one at Eric’s O’Reilly’s and sent us to his store.
After paying for our new battery…(yes, it was a tidy sum)…and thanking Eric for installing it…we said in unison…”Bok Tower…here we come!”
Our car was running…we were happy…we were only 2 1/2 hours late…and then we remembered our donuts and thought…Bok Tower would have to wait.
As luck would have it…standing in front of us at The Donut Man shop…(which only added to fate’s intrigue)…was a soldier…how did we know he was a soldier?…he was wearing his fatigues.
We thought…we only had a little car trouble that delayed us getting on our way…and how that pales in comparison with what a soldier faces every day
So we told him to put away his money…that we would buy his donuts and whatever else he wanted too…as a way to thank him for his service…it was the least that we could do.
Tom, the soldier, realizing his day was also not going exactly as he planned…smiled, thanked both Deborah and me then before leaving…shook our hands.
Fate finally brought us to Bok Tower…and we’ll not soon forget the wonder fo such a beautiful place…nor the kindness of strangers we met along the way…or the smile on one soldier’s face.
I apologize for the length of this story…let’s just chalk it up to fate…but it is my hope…just like our donuts…oh…and Bok Tower…you found it worth the wait.
When two souls meet
To say that love comes not a day ...
There's no time ...
And even now scheduled to take place.
It comes suddenly and installs ...
In the most sensitive of our organs ... the heart.
Beginning to think so ...
But also realize that because of this moment ...
Not be determined by the people ...
When he arrives, often the symptoms are overwhelming ...
Turn everything upside down and the mess is happy if installed.
When two souls are the first that highlights ...
There is the physical appearance, but the similarity of souls.
They understand and they miss each other ....
Grieve because they have not met before ...
After all everything could be so different.
However know that this is the way ...
And there will be no return to his claims.
It's like they speak beyond words ...
Understand the sadness of others, the joy and desire ...
Despite being in different places.
When souls are intertwined like ...
They begin to miss each other ...
In a continuous process of rapprochement ...
To consummation.
Souls who are suffering may very well,
For often such meetings are ...
In instances where no more can go beyond ...
All the fullness of love ...
Loading, all the joy of love ...
And wanting to share life with each other,
All the emotion contained awaiting the final encounter.
They want things that become almost impossible,
But they are so easy to live.
How to see the sunset, sun ...
Or walking down a road with beautiful trees ...
View the night to come ...
Going to the movies and eat popcorn ...
Laughing and joking ...
Fighting sometimes
But making peace with a very special knack.
Love and love, often ...
Knowing that soon after will be together again ...
Without the parting being present.
But often they are at a time ...
And in a different space ...
Than to allow their realities.
But after that are ...
Are marked ... tattooed ...
And though may walk together forever ...
They will never be able to separate ...
And most importantly ...
They will have to find somewhere.
Souls who are never be lonely ...
Because they understand, by itself, the infinite need ...
They have one another for all eternity.
OF CEIZAR FOR MY LOVE DUNCAN
Sad Life
At three years old my parents divorced
Father got full custody
Mother, visitation rights
My sister and I were too young
yet still we understood
Into our life another came
and she begat a younger one
who stole away the one we loved
and left us all so saddened
at school one day
a woman came
a stranger with a car
we got inside so happily
not knowing what awaited
we arrived at the building
so big, so gray
inside was our father
he told us quite simply,
you are going away
we arrive at a house
we are brought to the basement
a large room full of toys
next door, a bedroom
you will stay here the adults say
this is heaven
When are we going home we ask
you are not
When are we leaving?
you are not
this is hell
A temper tantrum
the adults don't care
they stick me in a corner and tell me to wait
I wait, until the sun has gone down
you may go to bed now
one of many late nights
I took a thing that wasn't mine
I knew it was wrong but I did it anyway
an alarm is installed
it shrilly screams whenever the door is opened
the circus, hooray
but I do not go
instead I am locked away
with only a pot to pee in
I escape through the window to play in the yard
a permanent mark on my record
Pequa, my love, the only comfort I have
a tiny plush donkey i take everywhere
at school he is found
at home, taken away
i haven't seen him since
Form:
It is a fact that before I wrote True Colours,
I was stuck in a world of black and white bipolar,
encaged in my seat on a non stop rollercoaster,
eating one meal a day cooking bread in a toaster.
Do you know if from here I should.....
Nope wait, if it was you then would....
No I hesitate, before I wasn't sure I could
write so shall I carry on with doubt I'm good.
Should I continue to write?
Stick at it and improve I could?
Would I get better each night?
It's tricky to know if I'm good.
I wish for a talent but it's not apparent,
it's something I want but maybe I haven't.
I'm a thoughtful fighter
with a physical dominance,
who puts pen to paper
with a mental confidence.
The anxiety causes stress
and that makes me a messy mess too,
nonetheless I guess all I can do,
is pursue hopelessness whilst I continue
to harness this writing skill and improve,
while I remain myself and stay true,
or I could give up what do I choose?
It's amazing how the praise can make me lazy,
and all because the bar was raised.
To think that that's where it remains is crazy,
without the application my skill decayed.
Living off past glories and falsely self assured,
hides the fact the present leaves them bored.
The reward is forgotten without consistency
and the reputation plummets into history.
You need to bounce from test to test like a ball,
contest with the very best and prove you're no fool,
then you must not allow the standards to fall,
you must allow a new hunger to be installed.
I continuously doubt what I am all about,
I'm a drought that sprouts limited amounts,
it's the same bounce of the ball in all my bouts,
my mouth shouts in repetition and I've lost count.
I continuously doubt what I'm all about,
I'm constantly worried and living in doubt,
I'm in a black hole will I ever get out,
I continuously doubt so that's what I'm about.
Why would I refuse to continue after I didn't refuse to begin.
Can somebody please give this uber **** fuller a lyft?
alternately titled: jump starter for clunky, junky,
quirky, xyz mechanic wanted in tow tow -
chassis what I mean?)
As the proud graduated
honorably rolled 2009 Hyundai
Sonata vehicular property
belonging to a mister
and missus Matthew Harris
(fifty shades of gray
if that makes any difference),
I experience nervous
rack and pinion quaking
shimmying, whining, and zipping
also twittering, shuttering,
linkedin kickstarting powertrain
even before chugging,
huffing, puffing, spewing...
like magic dragon along boulevard
of broken automotive debris
regarding upcoming
emission/inspection
due before stroke of midnight
August 31st, 2019
last year this time...
aye yie yie...
oil my pan, a major overhaul
comprising driver side suspension
engendered shock,
I...could not absorb
even now, yours truly strut er ers...,
and doth recoil scary undertaking
smattering of months thereafter,
(I wheely cannot engine ear
recalling exact amount of time)
what in the name of... car nation...
then... driver side rear brake assembly
required replacement
giving said owners run off
Golden Gate Bridge for their
newfound moneyless rendered situation
(ex post facto new battery got installed)
sorry to zap at greased lightning speed
and (mane lee) take lion's share
of social security electronic deposit,
(what with fuel tank filler ups,
and insurance - no matter
Nationwide always on my side)
understandable decent folks
would prefer to steer me
off cliff side, but
my dear friend SEPTA
doth not cam into hinterland
namely Schwenksville, Pennsylvania,
thus imposing prohibitive dollars
tooling them around
mainly medical appointments,
cuz at ten plus years old,
and odometer clicking away...
mechanical malfunction,
could diesel lee, axle dent tully
risk life and limb,
thus park my exhausted words
this fellow gas guzzling,
motoring, rotating tire
screeching hot rods...
ole clunker auto know,
but hates tappet cob Bosch,
and get cha piston off...,
but tread carefully,
and curry big stick shift.
Immanent, at the heart of blood of the One who made
Me, I am part of the great I am, the flesh and bone of His
Magnificent creation. As concrete as the firmament of earth,
And as solid as the moon and stars that exist in the sky.
Nascent as the first rose of summer and first newborn child
Every fiber of my body is connected with tissue and brain.
New to this interplanetary home I often exist alone,
Transcending the overpass of life sometimes, go beyond.
Yet the lessons I have learned in this lifetime have been slow
Eager to experience the comforting light of the au de la,
To a higher order I have entrusted my journey towards home.
Transcending time and space I fly towards the Universal hub of
Reincarnation, checking my Akashic records and knowing that my
Algorithms have been installed in me long before I was born.
No greater joy on earth than moving upward and beyond, in a
Sacred manner. I breathe in, hold my breath, then breathe out
Climbing up the invisible ladder of spiritual success and
Enlightenment. All of His philosophical teachings given through
Nacre moments of pure intent. Like the Mother of Pearl when the
Dharma wheel turns I follow its winding path, without push I
Ease into the shift and become one with the Omnipotent Light.
Nascent as the first rose of summer, a first newborn child,
Trusting I will be well received, on the other side....
Catch a stone and throw a bone
Immortals sleep when you close your eyes
While the ants defy the sunshine
We're drowning in puddles
And paving roads over grave stones
They say hope is dead
Hope isn't dead
It led us out back and put a bullet in between our eyes
While chalk crumbs fall from our mouths
We're stunted by pretty boy marching bands
Filling our minds with rubbish
While the news tells us which shoes to buy
And who to hate
We're subservient to the pulse of irony
And nailed to a coffin
Of installed emotions
And programmed reactions
We're no longer a crowd of people
We're an army of robots
Deleting our feelings out of fear
Of offending the sunflowers
We sit before glowing screens
That erode our minds
We're trapped in the haze
As time ticks slowly by
We'll truly live our lives
In the seconds before we die
As we realize
We watched all our time burn away
In a lifetime debating human rights
And when the ground is shaking
It's another war in the making
We woke up this morning
To find water tickling our toes
As we fall beneath the waves
Somewhere in the background someone screams
But we can't hear
Over the sound of nobody caring
Catch a stone and throw a bone
Immortals wake when you open your eyes