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A girl in Cherbourg
We sat in a bar in Cherbourg a town still struggling after a war
to become just another French coastal town
Sitting with mates from the ship can be tedious, and if you
happen to be a cook, someone is bound to voice a complaint
I went for a walk, in streets, with few lamps if one adds rain
it was a road suffering after a long war.
In the murk, a place of light, a small café/shop, a few tables
looked inviting in its simplicity; I had coffee and calvados.
A filly came prancing in, tall with long legs, full of youth
Sat down at my table; I asked if she was hungry, and she was
and ate a big plate of stew.
As things are in life, we sharing a bed for the night.
While she was busy preparing the bed, I sat in a chair thinking
about a short story by Hemingway
about a boxer who owned money to the mafia, and they
were out to kill him, he was tired of running.
I tried to alter the sad ending, but must have fallen asleep, when
waking it was five in the morning, I had to get back
to the ship, my day started at six.
I had a coffee and a calvados to sustain me she the filly
ate a baguette; saw her dance down the street, followed
by the morning breeze promising her a life of happiness.
They become crazy mixed up elderly he-goats.
I am in part a Protestant,
In part I am a Jew,
But then I am a Catholic,
on off-days an atheist, too.
I’m something of a socialist
and pay my union dues
from well-laundered Mafia funds.
Psst! Have you got your share, too?
If they’d put me down in Ulster,
I’d have blown my brains out with a gun,
Just to keep ‘em guessing
Which faction in me won.
You can call me all the names you like.
A Prot, a wop, a yid.
In earlier days I used to be
a crazy mixed-up kid.
And I sure am still baffled
by this crazy mixed-up world,
and don’t expect enlightenment
ere my winding sheet is furled.
That is, I'd like to know
Before the day I die.
Which part of me is all the rest,
And which part of me is I?
THE MANY DEATH THREATS PERHAPS SINCE CHRISTMAS DAY 1984 THESE THREATS CONTINUED EVEN RIGHT BEFORE THE CAR BOMB IGNITED MY FACE WITNESS ON LICENSE PLATES MY FATE WITNESSING THE PLOTTING OF ARSON MURDER OF 8 ELDERLY PERSONS PERHAPS 1998 HOMELESS PERISHED IN THE FIRE OVER THE CONTENTS OF THE TAILOR SHOP RESULTED IN VICTIM 9 MY WITNESSING THE PLOTTING OF GARGANO ARSON MURDERS OF 9 RESULTED IN A CONVOY OF THREATS BULLYING I DON'T BELIEVE MAFIA LEADERS LIKE JOHN GOTTI EVER HAD A CONVOY OF TERRORIST THREATS NO MATTER HOW MANY BODIES SAMMY THE BULL SAID HE KILLED FOR JOHN GOTTI THE CONVOY MASSIVE TERRORIST THREATS LIKE BEING IN PARIS IN FRONT OF A SHOP AWAITING YOUR DEATH TO BE CARRIED OUT YOU HAVE ENEMIES HIRED TO BLOW YOUR BRAINS OUT ESPECIALLY AFTER THE FIRE CHEIF HELPED TO COVER THE MURDERS ONLY TO HAVE VICTIM 9 BRINING THIS HORRID HORRID MURDERS CLOSER INTO VIEW DEATHS THREATS OF BURNING US ALIVE VERY ODD STOP SENDING TERRORISTS THREATS STOP INTIMIDATING TERRORISTS THREATS IT'S TRULY SAD CIRO JUST STOP WHY ARE YOU TERROZING MY FAMILY OVER THOSE 9 PEOPLE WHO PERISHED IN THOSE FIRES OF HELL 9 PERSONS ON OXYGEN MACHINES I DON'T FEAR YOUR TERRORISTS THREATS ITS VERY HARD DRAINING READING YOUR DEATH THREATS I WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM YOUR JUNK SICK OFFICERS HIRED AS SECURITY WHILE YOU BURNED PEOPLE ALIVE STARTLING I SURVIVED THAT DEADLY BOMB IGNITED MY FACE JUST COVER YOUR EYE BABY 30 SECONDS OF TICKING
I'm a retired policeman
Could find the hidden clue
Became a detective for hire
Gave me something to do.
Got a text from a man named Mark
looking for a friend named Kate.
Wanted me to overturn each stone
and to find her city, state.
I remembered Celia
The woman I'd lost
We'd broken up and gone our ways
And then I felt the cost.
So I thought I understood
What Mark was trying to do
I wanted to do all I could
To make that love renew.
He knew what she went to school for
What town she lived in then
But that was 40 years or more
No more clues, where, what, or when.
I tried to locate this dame
But it was very hard.
So long ago, a school, a name
Lots of wrong turns to discard
I sent him photos to his phone
They all shared her name
He was uncertain, didn't know
My searching seemed in vain
Then I stumbled on something,
A detail and a thread,
Followed it and finally
Was sure where it led.
Told him I could call her
Give a message he could write
Then the plot got thicker
It got me real uptight.
He said he'd leave her alone
She wasn't really his old flame
Knowing her was traumatic
Knowing her was pain.
He said that she's in Utah
Not where he thought she'd be
He'd been wrong on his deductions
had left reality.
I thought he was crazy,
sorry I had located Kate
Hoped I hadn't done harm
Hoped it wasn't too late
I sent a message to her
Explained what Mark had tried
She laughed it off uncertainly
But underneath she cried.
Mark texted me again
He said a Mafia gassed him through the air
I informed his local police
My duty, I had to share.
Mark's madness remains
He wants to save you too
He warns of drugs that change the brain
The man has gone cuckoo.
As for me I'm now a painter
Draw pictures by the sea
Leaving PI was a no-brainer
Can't do harm with artistry.
People live,
and people die.
We're all human,
so why do innocent the fry?
Innocent people die,
day after day.
While the killers run loose,
and inside we pray.
We're even afraid,
to go to school.
Cause of all the killings,
and the kids that duel.
We are taught to be kind,
and to tell the truth.
But no-one believes us,
unless we have proof.
What reasons do they have,
to just go and kill?
They're people too,
who love and feel.
There must have been something,
in their lives to go wrong.
Cause the Trenchcoat Mafia,
wasn't a movie or song.
How long can we take this,
how much blood will be shed?
Think of all the hate in them,
and the words that were said.
What about all of,
the poor lost souls?
Their family's lives,
will never be whole.
Adults must stop and listen,
to the childrens plea.
Stop these mass killings,
so we're not scared to run free.
We don’t want to hide,
we don't want to run.
Now let us pray a moment,
for the lost souls of Littleton.
DEDICATED TO: The people that died in the Littleton Massacre and their families.
Written: April 30, 1999
Sanity is the domain of the intellectual
Those who lack intellect are indeed insane
The ultra-rich are happy because they feel
It is their birthright, the poor are too
Preoccupied with their struggle
To have to do anything with vanity
The healthy believe they have found the Elixir of life
In moments of depression,
The diseased feel they are a spent force
Those in power believe it lasts for a lifetime
And, therefore, will do anything to stretch their lifespan
The wealthy believe they can acquire power
The powerful realize they can amass wealth
Those who have both feel they are
The God of all things living
And the world must bow to them with reverence
The mafia lord chuckles, he’s the one the world must fear
He can be arrested by the police chief
The orders must come from above,
The minister who is a politician
However, the politician takes orders from
The mafia lord to remain in power
Both have a weakness,
They are the disciples of a ‘Miracle Godman’ Baba
Who has received much of their wealth in donations, and
Has a relentless grip and spiritual control over them
Baba has sprawling ashrams and uncountable fanatic
Followers who will kill or be killed at his behest, but Baba
Will make policy decisions only after consulting his secret
Mistress who has a hold over the Baba,
She keeps herself from the unforgiving spotlight
One disciple who is close to the mistress knows this little secret
Baba’s mistress is squeezed by this disciple who keeps
Blackmailing her but is afraid he might be eliminated
Before he can escape from the grave he has dug for himself
But escaping is not an option as his beautiful young wife is
In the clutches of the charming womanizer, Baba
It somehow appears all have lost their sanity
The poor man sleeps not in the bed but under it
With just one thought, what will tomorrow bring?
Remembering a granddaughter good times of Kentucky bourbon visits back home a doting father Pete Pete Lil Pete the many flowers planted I always chose the yellow ones these were for friendship sheer loss Gargano loss father mother daughter granddaughter not to mention the empty graves used for show when ever a Gargano fakes his death another violent offenders get their wings early released from prison from Mexico to Venezuela the many organised crime figures burning veterans alive torching homeless persons alive in Chicago the arson murders hidden while today I remember asiL Marie Gargano combs standing still unable to fly with wings of ashes life shortened by mafia vengeance car bombs fires explosions meets flowers the yellow ones saints and sinners greets on burning angel wings perched over black town fort Myers Florida Andersen ave.
At this time, I would like to thank
Chairman Xi and Chairman Fauci
For injecting that golden virus into my life.
I get plenty of overtime, although some of my coworkers have died.
I'm not much of a people person, so the social distancing isn't a problem.
I actually prefer 6 miles between myself and the nearest person.
I'm pretty plain, so the mask has been a significant gain.
I'm enjoying the wide-open roads and spaces.
I don't do the shopping, so I don't have to battle
the gas-gulping gangs nor the toilet paper mafia.
Truth is I'm flourishing although many are rattled.
When this gain-of-function charade comes to an end.
America and the rest of the FREE world
will come out stronger than ever-
The power players and billionaires-
will be overexposed and hopefully disposed of.
The gene pool is going to run a little leaner and cleaner.
As they say, only the strong are deemed worthy to survive.
P.S. Thank you, Xi, for your viral dream for mankind.
Now, if you would let your people vote, you might win the Nobel Peace Prize.
Next day
A beautiful woman
Drove me to near Chicago
In a red mustang
Might have been
The girl in the song
Took it easy
Digging her vibe
She invited home
But was not sure
If her estranged husband
Would welcome me
So, I am being foolish
And inexperienced with women
Did not go to her place
And always regretted
That I had lost
My chance that day
Then on to Chicago
Several rides later
Visited friends
Hit the road again
A series of uneventful rides
With truckers
And others
And a week later
I ended in New York City
Slept along the way
In cars
In truck stops
In high way rest stops
Always moving
Always going
None stop talking
And lots of free weed
And beer
And conversation
One more memorable ride
Occurred outside Albany
On my return to Chicago
A middle age creepy looking man
Picked me up
In a brand-new Cadillac
He was he said a dynamite deliverer
For the Mafia
Went to various places
To blow up ****
He hated a lot of people
Particularly hippies from California
And Jewish people
Looking at me to confirm
That I was both
I told him that I lived in New York
And had never been to California
And although I might have looked Jewish
As I what was called back in the day
A “Jewfro”
I was not Jewish
Many years later I discovered
That I am indeed part Jewish
But then I did not know
And I felt a bit of strategic information
Might keep me alive
Then I realized that he was just jiving with me
And we relaxed
And he pulled out some weed
And beer
And we mellowed out
But I believe that he really was with the mob
Perhaps not a dynamite dealer
A real made Italian made mafia member
By Chicago
I had enough
I called my Dad
Told him what had happened
Wanted a ticket home
And he sent me a ticket
And 500 dollars
And I went home
I told him I would tell him
My tales some day
But never did
I learned so much
About my fellow Americans
And the strange vibe
That was 1975
And now it is too late
But I wanted to finally
Tell the world
Of my hitchhiking tales
In search of America 1975
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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