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**Depression Tendency**
How is it that I miss you?
I can't stop these hallucinations,
That I'm nothing without you!
At times, I wonder how you've been?
Still I struggle to find ways to let you back in!
You left and took the depressive mood with you
Now how could you leave me with this fake attitude?
How I long for solitary, that comes with endless solitude
Somehow my body hunger for the emptiness of devil's food.
LIFE! Is still an energy, I must waste~
The improvement of nothing came with no after taste
I thought I found the perfect prescription,
"TO MY BROKEN DOWNSTATE!"
Instead, I noticed the world I don't want to face.
The day I released you from my life,
I smiled to see my first sunrise.
I thought that happiness would bring beautiful sunsets.
Instead, they led me into feelings of more regret.
The void of YOU came with potential side effects.
Laundering around naked without my cloak of depression complex.
Life never found a way to regulate the balance of certain chemicals,
that lay deep in the bowels of my brain.
Here I stand expressing the best bipolar depression in every way.
Now my sleeping disorder has gone away.
I don't want these symptoms of being sane every day.
I need that dramatic change in my appetite,
I miss the way food had no delight.
I'm tired of all this excessive energy.
I don't want the pleasure of reality.
I want the feelings of hopelessness, with no forgiveness.
I want the feelings of worthlessness, helplessness, and self-hate.
I wanna feel the agitation when I found it difficult to concentrate.
I want the thoughts of slow death in a fetal position state.
I need to intrigue myself without sleep or dreaming.
With the concept that nothing in life is worth redeeming.
Becoming barricaded ~ keeping myself withdrawn.
With my natural born depression tendencies'
From DUSK TILL DAWN!
by;p.d.
These are the moments that stir our hearts
and make our spirits soar, like Phoenix's,
Doves and Condors, wearing the freedom
of the sky as a shawl.
The moments' corridors that remind us
of the closeted beauty that binds us, that we're here
to showcase down
the runway.
To set our apparel in it's halls and byways
(by the way) of Malls of shops and shelters and
abodes and day to day patterns of way.
Let us embrace them fully, let us revel in their grace,
in the gown of that embrace of swaddling nativity.
For in these simple wiles of life,
we find our truest fashion of place
and let them lighten and warm our days.
To change the garb when the world seems heavy, and joy seems far away.
Let us remember these breathable garments of interchangeability, and put on a new hat when the climate needs.
For in the subtle power of fitting choices,
we find the fabrics that fill our mold of
wearing the seasons mystery in the mime
of divine dressings, for the part in a royal wedding.
To face each new day with courage,
and to greet the dawn with hope's song of white linen
mouthing the atmosphere as signs in the jetstream.
So let us live each moment fully,
in the wonder of life's mystery,
and be grateful for each treasure,
in this journey's tapestry,
weaving us along it's strings of clothing.
The whispering tailor of Life-tugs at our seams,
at the shoreline, in tease - laundering,
a fresh scent on the cuff,
on the cusp of the designing,
our fashions' legs, hoods and sleeves,
of a blueprint style cloaked
by God's laundry list of Commandments
of care label instructionings.
Wise man say, “No laugh up sleeve, while wear heart on same.
For misconstrued may be, lose heart's desire, passion's flame.”
Happy dentist say, when at chair, always looking down in mouth,
“If two-thirty appointment, timely arrive, open wide, north and south.”
Smart dry cleaner say, “When laundering get old, ironing fatigues.
Fresh stuff, no fluff nor fold, we take care of pressing needs.”
Keen optician see eye to eye, at visit end, focus on clear point of view
say, "You now seeing well, looking good too.”
Lactose intolerant say, “No cry over milk, inadvertently spilled.
Unless pint unpaid for and unlucky one, who lose bottle, be acutely billed.”
One unhinged psychoanalyst ask, “Jung at heart was Freud.
How it make you feel?” If on couch pay to lie, reply, “You unemployed!”
Thrifty bank manager ask, “Check in, overdraft terms discuss.
Open savings account, would you credit, spending holidays with us?”
Enlightened electrician say, "Know what's watt, watts' what, no shirk.
When in dark, put hands in air, many hands make light work.”
Savvy shipbuilder who post note, quite staunch,
he write, 'Don't come a-knocking, if boat a-rocking, we out to launch.'
Polite gynaecologist say, "Business looking up, ever more each week.
Sit on table, feet in stirrups, arms akimbo, legs a-spread, turn other cheek.”
Prudent sage say, “Patience virtue, virtuous who want to stay?
No play all work boring make, moment grasp, incentive take, seize day.”
NO FEAR OF TERRORISTS THREATS FROM DANITA DELMONT AGENT MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND MULES SMUGGLING DRUGS AND LAUNDERING THE STASH UNDER MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY OPERATION SOUIX CITY INTERNAL AFFAIRS LITERALLY ABUSE OF POWER 922 822 TALISA SHAW HILTON GOD BLESS AMERICA NO FRAR OF SCUM DEAR DANNY BOY OR GIRL WEARING HOOFS HOUSE HALF HORSE HALF WOMAN GALLOPING AS MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND RIDE THIS FRESK OF NATURE LEAVING SLIME ON MY WINDOW SILL HISSING MULE MULE RUSHING TO CANADA STUFFED WITH DRUGS THE DONKEY THE ASSES CIRO BORROWED FROM TAMPA DANEILLE VENSOR FLEE FROM ME I SMELL YOUR STENCH RAW EGGS NOSE HAIRS TOE FUNGUS OH DANNY BOY OR GIRL SEEKING MY EX HUSBAND WATCHING ME TOO SUN BATHE LISTENING TO MY SISTER'S MOM AND I ON YOUR ILLEGAL EAR PIECES YOU ARE AN ABOMINATION THE SIX THINGS DOTH THE LORD HATES SEVEN IS YOU AN ABOMINATION
THREATS FROM MAFIA HITMAN FROM DETROIT FAKING HIS DEATH TO IMPERSONATE MY FATHER THE SON OF A MASONIC TEMPLE MEMBER 33 AND 3RD CHICAGO CHAPTER DUR TO PETERS GARGANO TIES TO MILWAUKEE DRUG OPERATION HE HIRED HITMAN TO MURDER ME TODAY I AM BLESSED I AM SAFE FROM THE GARGANO CRIME FAMILY OF WISCONSIN KKK MEMBERS KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS TREASURY OF THE KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS FALSIFYING HELL IN EARTH PETER IGNITED A CAR BOMB BLOWING UP MY BRAINS HE THEN GATHERS STRIPPERS TO IMPERSONATE ME ALONG WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND ARSON MURDERER OF VICTIM 9 THE HOMELESS MAN ON SHERIDAN RD TORCHED CAB COMPANY EMCO CHEMICALS IMAGING CAMPHOR PETROLEUM BASICALLY VICKS ALLOWED A SLOW BURN KILLING THE SLEEPING HOMELESS MAN THE FBI WARNED ME OF THE GARGANO KLANSMENS TORCHING ELDERLY PERSONS ALIVE CORRUPTION LANDS SWEEPING THE ASHES UNDER FBI INFORMANT FILES ARLINGTON HEIGHTS CHICAGO SO NO I WILL NEVER EVER FEAR .Y ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND HELP PETER GARGANO TO EXTORT MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM INTO SHELL CONSTRUCTION CARPENTERS HOME BUILDERS SCUM FRAUD COMPANIES IN WISCONSIN DRYWALL TILE PAYING CASH LAUNDERING PETERS DRUG OPERATION INTO CONTRACTORS PAYING ALL THE EMPLOYEES IN CASH IN DRUGS FINALLY FALSIFYING FALSE FRAUDULENT TOTALLY TAX EVASION PETER GARGANO ALSO FAKING HIS DEATH TO EMBEZZLE A TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM ON MY BEHALF STOP SENDING ME TERRORIST THREATS MASONIC TEMPLE POST OFFICE KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE 33 AND A 3RD NO FEAR OF KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS KKK GARGANO CRIME FAMILY BURNING INNOCENT BEINGS ALIVE
Voices of the silent whispers echo deeply disturbing fact
debates hold principle those with brains tear down structures
human rights ignored opening up a can of worms within morals
where truth is hidden away questions agenda
envelope of forgotten yesterdays sealed fate
Honour amongst thieves new world order social control
handshakes grasp secret societies revealing dark shades
cover ups underneath the veil careless actions endanger security
desert storm powered by the central bank hidden secrets leak oil
Where the so called elite are born without sin lawless diamonds
with their silver spoons attached empty vessels without moral right
classifies perfection untouchable agents of death
In the heart of a free man looking at the system
creating slavery cutting wages spying imprisoning freedom of choice
Applying pressure drones killing families
within a cloud of dust or inside evidence to support such horror actions
criminal murderers sitting in their offices should be banged to rights
leaving no place for hope or a just democracy strikes issues flawed
To fatten their purses behind the revolving doors open guess
Suffering begins with espionage
loveless pride exposing sheltered acts
dragging your heals security council protecting the vulnerable's need
instead liberal intelligence with your reductions clearly speak volumes
threatening the poorer field positions you without care
Royalty who profit from others pain hidden agendas lie
conspiracy theories can carry truth to the button
because something is hidden away under dressing why
we ask ourselves those not brainwashed
dirty arms deals laundering ill got money gains
The heads of states
they are clearly breaking the law
justice is so corrupt fact
every Joe soap knows
they only give us the partial truth
optic nerve cell centre brings up a live wire
They do not give a rats ****
who use uranium tipped enriched missals
poisoning the earth's crust stringing us along as peace keepers
arming terrorists is an act of war against peace makers
countless innocent have died at the hands of murderers
HA HA HA HONDA THE FILTH WEARING EAR PIECES LISTENS TO MY HUSBAND AND I PRIVATE TIME THREATS FROM THESE ACTUAL AGENTS FINALLY PAIRED WITH PETER GARGANO HO HO TIME FOR WISEGUYS WHY LITERALLY FAKED THEIR DEATHS HELPING HA HA HA HONDA ALICIA HILTON KIWANI BUGS J JHORE JAY JOY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY FLEA TO CANADA FROM APPLETON WISCONSIN COMPLETELY LAUNDERING THE MILWAUKEE DRUG OPERATION FROM AUSTRALIA THEY SENT MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND THREATS TO CONTINUE EMBEZZLING MY TRAUMATIC BRIAN INJURY CLAIM THE VICIOUS CORRUPT LAWYER BOUGHT MY STRUCTURED SETTLEMENT TO HELP PETER LAUNDER THE DRUG STASH HIDDEN AT MA SINCE 1992 BLESSING I CONTACTED THE MILWAUKEE FBI SUPERVISOR AS THIS CULT WEARING BADGES EMBEZZLED MY LIVELYHOOD FINALLY THREATS DIRECTLY AT MY NEW VETERAN SPOUSE BULLIED HOM JUST LIKE MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND VICIOUS PROSTITUTES WEARING BADGES LAP DANCES AND FRAUD BACK OFF ME HA HA HA HONDA MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND LAP IS CALLING YOU BACK FROM CANADA JAMAICA AUSTRALIA MEXICO I WILL NEVER EVER FEAR CORRUPTION WEARING THONGS BADGES EXTORTING MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM WITH PETERS WISEGUYS FROM MILWAUKEE DETROIT MICHIGAN SCUM OF THEE EARTH THREATENING DISABLED AMERICAN FAMILIES
WRITTEN BY YOLANDA JOY NICHOLSEN
Everyone talks about money laundering.
I often wondered what that meant.
So I found out from a good source, the internet.
There's alot of information on the subject, if you just search.
An example goes something like this..,
What if an elderly man had thousands in his bank account and some of those thousands disappeared during his relationship with a woman, who had a past for greediness and conning.
The old man's family then tried to find his missing money, they even went to the authorities for help, but to no avail.
The old man died and the greedy woman moved on. Time passed and soon a very suspicious transaction occured.
The greedy woman and her new husband purchases a piece of real estate, using all cash as a large down payment, for grins and giggles let's say around fifty thousand dollars.
The other suspicious part would be that the man and his wife created an LLC in one state and then made a purchase of the new real estate in a different state, using the LLC that they had created, for the use of said purchase of real estate.
The new real estate was soon sold after the purchase and the LLC was closed.
My question would then be-who in the world uses all cash, for a down payment? And then uses two different states to purchase and then resell the real estate, after just purchasing it. Seems like alot of trouble to go through to purchase a piece of real estate, if you ask me, but no ones asking me so I would have to think this is suspicious.
This could be one example to explain a way that a person would hide stolen money and attempt to wash it clean, I guess that's why it's called money laundering, and now we both know.
I wept for her motherless years that
Left her wounded, and limping for love
I wept for her being alone in a strange land
Without a sturdy hand to guide her
I wept for her innocence that was played upon
By her husband needing a mom, I wept
I wept for histories fiercest touch to
Her roots, in sun scorched seasons
I wept she was at a loss, with reason
her father, a businessman, at times mistreated her
I wept for daylight finding her
In the dark of poverty, I wept
I wept for her being born in asthmatic state, that
Stole her strength and will for higher heights
I wept for her laundering and baking in the rain
For pennies on top of pennies
I wept for her lonely days and years, when
She sat alone with memories of turbulent past, I wept
I wept for dreams deferred, of her desiring to be a Lawyer
I wept for scars, and understanding so late
The best of friend, (The Savior), could lift me up, to
Buffer her beyond storms, to the very end.
I wept, I wept, I wept.
*
Mama was going to be very busy today
(very busy cos it was Saturday)
There were jobs and work to do
Piles of clothes and washing too
Usually she would be preoccupied
And the children will have a day not fried
by “What are you doing” or “Get off that Swing”
or “Stop that playing and make that bell ring”
Those jerky and crazy stuff they’d do
Or make us do now i’m confused
So anyway the soap was out
Used up in her laundering bout
And she pointed a crooked finger and said
Jimmy , "Two Ariel One peak milk, six Joy soap and bread"
Poor Jimmy could only stare and mope
And she spit on the floor and she cried
Make sure you’re back before that's dried
And she tossed some bills and turned her face
And poor Jimmy began his roundabout race
Chanting
"Two Ariel, One peak milk, six Joy soap and bread"
"Two Ariel, One peak milk, six Joy soap and bread"
For a while the going was understood
he took short cuts the going was good
Then he met old Olaf by the door
And stop to greet him but only swore
Now I've messed it up. Which is what?
Is it three joy soap or bread I thought
(And he confused his poor brain the more)
Now it was "Three bread, six Joy milk, and Ariel flour"
Thankfully Mallam Habib’s shop was by the corner
Though Jimmy didn’t know it , he was a goner
He stumbled breathlessly, "I need these
Two Ariel One Joy, and three Peak peas"
Habib stared at him and held back a guffaw
Nevertheless he took the money and then he saw
Written in tiny and clear print, it firmly said
Give him "Two Ariel, One peak… bread"
Jimmy was so thankful "You’re so kind
how do you even y’know read my mind"
"But what’s the fun if I told you
Run along you have a job to do"
Jimmy snapped and sadly cradled his behind
Of course he knew the spit had dried
And if there was anything Ma was good at
It was spanking with a baseball bat