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Ghetto love
All we need is love
All we need to share is peace
All we live for is for happiness
We don’t want no killers in our community
Africa youth please be wise
Tell the gun man to go home
Drop all the colours of wars
Burn down the flags of division
There is no gain in wars
Killing each other won’t get us no where
So tell the gunmen to change their ways
Our children needs their fathers alive
Our girls needs their mother healthy and sound
So stop the fires
Safe the bullets of hatred and give love a chance in the ghetto
Ghetto love
There is no dignity
When you slaughter your own brother
There is no gain when you kill your own
We can’t keep fighting for what exactly
One man up another man down
One man alive another man dead
Is this all we can offer to our selves
I ask you ghetto youth
Are we this ignorant to the call of nature
so again tell the gunmen to change their ways
The time for change is now or never
We need a safe world
A world with out fears of dangers
A world were we can call our own
Please be good to one another
I plead to you African ghetto youth
Love yourselves leave the killings
Safe your life’s from the dangers of losing your love ones
We are the solution to our healing
So let love flow from great to small
Let love fellow from parent to their kids
Let love flow from the strong to the weak
Let love flow all over the ghetto streets
Let love flow from the leaders to it citizens
All we need is love
oh ghetto youth
there is no other way
This is a call of peace
THREATS FROM CIRO GARGANO AND HIS PROSTITUTE JAMAICAN JHORE BREAKING INTO HOMES IN CYPRESS LAKES SEARCHING FOR MARRIAGE CERTIFICATES BIRTH CERTIFICATES VETERANS INFORMATION SADLY DD214 EXPOSED TO THIS CRIMINAL GROUP WE HAVE PLACED FRAUD ALERT ON OUR LIVES THIS EXTREME IDENTITY THEFT ATTACKS. BEGAN WITH ATTEMPTS TO MURDER ME JU THREATS DEMANDING I ALLOW A JAMAICAN ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS PROSTITUTE FROM CIRO GARGANO STABLE OF FLESH PEDDLERS PERPUTRTATE FRAUD UPON ME AND THE MILTARY ORDER OF THE PURPLE HEART IN ORDER TO EXTORT MY HUSBAND PURPLE HEART VALOR TO FEED TO CRIME BOSSES LIVING IN FLORIDA WITH NO HEALTHCARE NO DEALYOU CANNOT EXTORT MY IDENTITY I HAVE 8 CHILDREN I AM ON ALL THEIR BIRTH CERTIFICATES ******* YOUR JHORE NEEDS TO BACK OFF AND FLEE BACK TO JAMAICA LEAVE MY FAMILY ALONE WE ARE AMERICAN ITS TRULY SAD WATCHING SUCH TERROR UNFORLD UPON OUR MILTARY FAMILY LIVING HERE IN CYPRESS LAKES BELIEVING ITS SAFE AND ITS NOT HOME INVASIONS REKEYING SENIORS HOMES TO TAKE THIER INSURANCE POLICY WILLS MILITARY RECORDS TO FEED TO KILLERS HITMEN RETIRED HITMEN ATTACKING VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES NO DEAL THREATS BLACKMAIL NO DEAL WITH CIRO GARGANO AND HIS JHORES ISIS IDENTITY THIEVES
I get my mass shootings mixed up
every day-another one-
makes you somewhat numb
the killers are all much the same
lifetime losers- twisted agenda
so quick to place the blame-
They can plan and finance their mayhem
then claim that they're insane
spared the sparky chair and ball and chain
a lifetime of freebies...at the peril of my pay-
There's a pack of mad dogs lying in wait
ready to unload their unbridled fangs
time to (perc) up folks-time to lock and load
at least you'll give society a chance
when the next time bomb explodes....
Bernie and the hee-haw gang want to give these A-holes
the right to vote--
This world is a lonely place full of phony fakes drug addicts killers and pedophiles and those who rape
lowly snakes who pretend to smile but only chase the dollar signs coz that cash really motivates
there's alot of good people in this world too but there's too many sick little girls and little boys true
I saw a show a five year old was on his death bed his parents were beside themselves but not once did he get scared
He just stared at his mum while she said prayers said don't worry mummy I'll just play in heaven til you get there
and that was hard to hear coz heaven
there is probably none only hell on earth
When kids die before their lifes begun
How can god decide that a child's time has come when a rock spider gets to live until he's ninety one
But then if heavens real the child gets eternal life
But so does the pedophile all he has to do is turn to Christ
This world is beautiful humans are disgusting
Adults too cynical children too trusting
Religion's misleading
governed by corruption
Catholic church supports child abuse
Because they touch kids
We take for granted how we were born and raised
With health care overseas theres babies born with aids
And there's no money for the treatment so they are forced to pray
But there's cash for ak's and they can afford grenades
And in parts of the world they still torcher slaves and force young girls to marry
way before the age
Of consent all becoz the parents formed a trade sold her innocence to the highest
Bidder and were already paid
Agony of the Unborn
Safest in world was a mother's womb,
An affection flowed into my veins,
Until they turned it into my tomb,
Who can imagine those creeping pains,
Innocent life taken before inception,
Was this to meet anybody's gains ?
Unaware of those webs of deception,
Showed myself up in great cheers,
Thousands nurtured, why me an exception ?
My genitors who were the most dears,
Turned out to be my ruthless killers,
Stabbing and piercing me with spears,
My tale may not figure amongst chillers,
Veiled story probably never will unfold,
Else could have been the best of thrillers,
Not a word, vanishing even before being told,
Where I was being shaped into pure gold,
Safest in world was a mother's womb,
Until they turned it into my tomb !
Written March 17th, 2015
For contest "Repeat after me" by Rachel Firmin
Several threats poured in my
mind was dizzy I knew killers
were trying to end my life
since the failed attempts
several shootings car bombing
my mind focused on my
wearing wires pregnant buying
weapons and drugs from junk
sick cops for the fbi now the
corrupt officers niece was
impersonating me catrina bell
donaladson mckissick car
bomber violent offender
known for sending dirty bombs
and explosives including Sar
a serial una bomber dirty bomber
of sorts I worked with the fbi
searching for m.o.m.m.y dirty
bomber Mr Melvin MAYES El rulkin
from Chicago trading weapons
dirty bombs with LIBYA to blow
up chicago trains transit system
and government building Trina bell
bombing it this personal bomber
placing devices in foreign cars
or packages mailed to her targets
her favorite tampering with medication
quietly killing the target altering
passports assisting drug smugglers
leaving the country after killing
sprees sending strange packages
to explode several decoys are
usually sent wrapped in tape
with several envelopes attached
these are used threaten blackmail
targets as the entire community is
baffled when the mix up occurs and
boom powder covers the face hands
fingers lost limbs flesh splatters
while the bombers watch from a
distance usually parked sometimes
just sitting in a Cafe detonator released
cries from a distant targets are
sometimes randomly or targets are
in hiding domestic violence victims fbi
informants in witness protection selected
by yellow pages or library cards
prescriptions at CVS Walgreens
seniors by aarp or consumer cellular
these junk mails are randomly sent
out confusing postal workers who
just put junk mail magazines in anybody
box identity fraud you have a community
in an uproar with lost missing
prescriptions in the wrong hands
or thrown out in the trash with the
junk pile while bombs ignite beware
of bombs powdered covered packages
indeed Sars more chemicals delivered
for making more and more dirty bombs
time is all he has
how little no one knows
the end is near
of that he is reminded daily
he sings the blues
for anyone who’ll listen
imagining scenarios where
he’s in love and life is sweet
hallucinations swirl inside his head
as pain killers of every color take effect
between imaginary and surreal
life floats unfettered
the blues his only lover
he sings as best as loud he can
meandering the path alone
down towards the great unknown
countless hours down the hourglass
he ponders the many questions deep
those of life and death
but mostly about meaning
tears in the night
strumming his old guitar
the flow of memories streaming
bound to leave no stone unturned
Read on air by invitation ~ July 28, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC"
AP: 2nd place 2022
I'm thinking about rhyme and meter
but also my kidneys and my liver.
The nation-state and the failed state
and whether killers should be executed
or forgiven. Meditate on this: Thy
will be done. Do what has to be done
don't ask why. Clean the dishes and the house.
Will I be left to my own resources
or will all be given? Nevermind
what you can't imagine. Living's
life's priority. Friends are merely friendly,
they're in the majority. Loneliness
is the default position. Rain happens.
We supply the reasons.
How do people process their lives without art?
By caring not.
Ignore
yr autobiography.
In olden days, if you couldn't stand to pee
the family buried you under the pecan tree.
If you look close you can see my disguise
I've got the mind of a killer buried deep in my eyes.
I've a different mind set than most you see.
I'm driven and fueled by a pure sense of apathy
just to take blood, just to get my thrill.
I have a demon inside I can't seem to kill.
Another day. Another dead.
There's something wrong inside my head.
I'm a serial killer. I am a true monster.
I kill only to satisfy my deviant pleasure.
I wear one face to the public and another to only me.
The true me I must never allow anyone to see.
One small glimpse into my non existent personality
can very well be the beginning of the end for me.
My prey however do get to see
the monster I keep caged inside of me.
You may awaken bound to my table one day
and with my blade held above you I will then go on to say,
"You're going to die now, and you're going to die my way."
Another night. Another bloody success.
Another craving satisfied. Now I can get some rest.
Yes I am a monster but I do live with a strict code.
I never kill innocents. I kill killers ruthless and cold.
Some killed for pleasure. Some killed for pay.
There's plenty of killers to kill to satisfy my sick crave.
If you've ever killed an innocent life
I'm going to one day introduce you to the blade of my knife.
I'm not trying to be a hero or a vigilante kind of fella.
I'm a psychpath with an addiction. I'm a serial killer.
MON TESA MON ARRIVING TO END MY LIFE AND RESUME MY IDENTITY OVER THE CARRIBEAN CONCERT WATER TREATMENT FACILITY FOSS PARK WHERE THE FBI WIRED INFORMANTS AFRICAN FESTIVAL 1988 THESE KILLERS WAITED UNTIL AUGUST 2003 TO MURDER ME HERE IN TAMPA BY GODS GRACE FREDLOCKS INTERCEPTED MY ASSASINATION BY GATHERING 5 VIRGIN ISLANDERS HIDING IN WASHER DRYER AND A REFRIGERATOR ON A WHITE TRUCK OPENING FIRE ON RASTA ANDREW YAGA HIS QUEEN PIN TONI HER DAUGHTER JHORE JOHNSON DRIVING HIS TAHOE PARKING AT MY DOOR WITH HIS GLOCK JHORE BELIEVED SHE COULD EXTORT. MY DISABLED AMERICAN POETRY BECAUSE I WORKED FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNKSICK COPS I WASN'T THE ONLY INFORMANT UNDER SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH APPEARENTLY MON TESA MON WAS TO IMPERSONATE ME IMPERSONATING AN FBI INFORMANT IN ORDER TO HAVE ME MURDERED THEY ACTUALLY ALTERED MINE AND MY GIRLS PASSPORTS TO FLEE TO CANADA WITH FREDLOCKS AND THE DEADMANS DAUGHTER KADIE IN CANADA JAMAICAN KING PINS ARE ALLOWED TO HAVE CHILD BRIDES YOUNG MULES OPERATION MONGOOSE MON TESA MON TRANSPORTED KADIE THE DEAD MANS DAUGHTER FROM TAMPA TO CANADA TO JAMAICA WHERE SHE HID WITH KINGPIN FREDLOCKS BREEDING UNTIL THE WAILERS LEAD PLAYER ARRIVED JOHNSON AND JOHNSON LOCATED FRED AFTER ONGOING ROOTS ON HIS LIFE FEARING FOR HIS LIFE OFCOURSE THEY FINALLY KILLED HIM HE BASICALLY ABDUCTED THE DEADMANS DAUGHTER AFTER KILLING HER FATHER WITH SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH ON IN MY DRIVE WAY BY THE TIME KADIE WAS LOCATED THREE KIDS HIDING IN A HUT LINSTEAD JAMAICA MARTHE BRAE RIVER POSING AS FREDS WIFE OPERATION MON TESA MON DIED WITH FREDLOCKS I HAVE PEACE MY KILLERS ARE NO MORE I WILL NEVER FEAR THE JHORES THEY LEFT BEHIND IT'S REALLY A NO BRAINER WHY THE WATER TREATMENT PLANTS ARE BEING ATTACKED REMEMBERING FOSS PARK WATER TREATMENT FACILITY FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ILLINOIS SUBSTATION LAKE MICHIGAN TO GITMO SWEEPING SPECIAL AGENT ROBERT LEVINSON TO KISH ISLAND INTO EXILE THÈ INFORGIVEN YEMEN
ON LIKE CHICKEN BONE
BROWN FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ILLINOIS