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she had beckoned my soul
her envy surrounded me
as i sat writing poetry and song
it was my identity she was after
her name was jay mine was yolanda
i recited poems for montel williams
on poetry .com my poems became quilts
maps of my freedom my life back home
springfield illinois she was from Tampa
i chicago poetry was my life she entered
my window to her surprise st john paul 11
i was kneeling jane enraged joining corruption
switching documents developing a false doctrine
beneath the high ways and by ways
i glance in the mirror reflecting her face
she was becoming me while i was vanishing
quickly i dash to washington dc civil rights
memorial freedom of self expression
dignity truth courage home
BEING A CONFIDENTIAL HUMAN SOURCE WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BEING APART OF TAKING DOWN MELVIN MAYS AKA M O M M Y EL RULKIN LEADER TRADING WEAPONS FROM LYBIA TO BLOW UP CHICAGO TRANSIT SYSTEM AND GOVERNMENT BUILDINGS IN CHICAGO MY LIFE LIVING ISOLATED IF YOU WILL BEING EXPOSED BY JAMAICAN DEALERS COMMITING IDENTITY FRAUD AGAINST ME OPENED THE DOORS FOR DETROIT HITMAN TO NEED MY DEATH STALKING TERRORIZING ME OBSESSED WITH MY POETRY THE DAYS OF WINE AND ROSES ORGANIZED CRIME AND CORRUPTION KILLING MR LITTLE MALCOLM X WHILE MY UNCLE THE HONORABLE ELIJAH MUHAMMAD COUGH UP BLOOD IN HYDE PARK BEING FAR FROM HOME JAMAICAN DEALERS ARRIVED TO END MY LIFE MERGING WITH DETROIT HITMAN WHO FAKED HIS DEATH TO PARK AT MY DOOR POINTING ASSAULT RIFLES AT MY DISABLED FAMILY THE ONGOING CONSPIRACY TO KILL AND FBI INFORMANT OPERATION M O M M Y MELVIN MAYES EL RULKIN DIRTY BOMBER I FEEL BLESSED TO BE ALIVE REMINDED OF THE SEVERE ASSASSINATION ATTEMPTS ON MY LIFE IN FLORIDA WHEN DETROIT HITMAN ARRIVED WITH JAMAICAN DEALERS IDENTITY FRAUD OVER A TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM IN ORLANDO ON MY BEHALF PAYING OFF THE PEOPLE I MAY KNOW A CONSPIRACY FIRD MOTIR COMPANY DEFECTIVE AIRBAG BOMBS PERSONAL INJURY CLAIMS STARTED WITH IGOU STEVEN WOODY AFTER THAT GID ONLY KNOWS WHO THEY HIRED TO CONTINUE RECIEVING FUNDS ON NY BEHALF MEANING ONLY A DETROIT WISEGUY OBSESSED WITH MY POETRY MY LIFE HENCE MY DEATH GOD BLESS AMERICA
as night falls it pains me so
for i must prove my love in front of a world
not worthy of me but still I hender my life
in such strife for a pure soul in need of me
for I shall not pass in the night as a mere
stream at deaths door nor will I lead myself
to an early grave before repentance for I am
the child of God who made sacrifices by my
own faults for I have lived homeless and
hopeless life at times but I have never
forsaken a life a soul for I cannot lie here
and pretend to not know suffering by ommission
for god has given me strength far and wide
and I shall never turn the other cheek when
a loved one needs me for there has been
many cold lonely nights where life left me
afraid backed in a corner yet I still raised and so
shall this life in this day as Nelson Mandela
fell short of the glory of freedom as Jesus
Died for us as we sleep as night falls on us
Written by Yolanda Nicholsen
May 22nd 2004 right before my
sons graduation Fort Myers Florida
Arson murder of 9 persons after the content of the tailor shop was stored in the garage Ciro Gargano his business Partner fireman gene Kalinowski the great cover up resulting in many more arson murders back off me with terrorist threats my prayers are with the fire captain who perished in that garage I’m totally reminded of Gargano arson murders 9 people died I have no fear of your intimidation very sad when city officials working for a wannabe crime boss covering up his arson murders doesn’t matter who you send to light the match set the blaze lives are taken I know what you did how you hide behind the undesirables to set blazes in garages trash cans tailor shops Fbi warned me my life would forever be in danger today my Chicago flag is hung in memory of all the lives that persished in your fires
THIS STARTED AS FAR BACK AS I COULD TALK
AS POPPA READ TO ME AS I LEARN TO WALK
HE SANG WITH ME AS WE DANCED ON NAT'S SHOES
WHILE BIGMOMMA SAT SINGING THE BLUES
HE ORDERED FOR US ALL THE JET MAGAZINES
WITH ALL THE CIVIL RIGHTS AND NAT KING COLE
THEY CALL IT A SECRECY DIARY HIDDEN FOR YEARS
UP INTIL IT WAS GIVEN TO ME ON HIS DEATHBED
HE SANG AND CRIED AT NINTY FOUR YEARS OLD
TELLING ALL ABOUT FIGHTING BUT I WASN'T THAT BOLD
AS TIME WENT ON I BEGAN TO GET SHY
POP ALWAYS SAID WIPE YOUR EYES DON'T CRY
HE TOOK US EVERYWHERE SINGING THE BLUES
WITH THE DUKE AT THE YMCA
AS I GREW SOME MORE HE ALWAYS DID SAY
HONEY FAME DOESN'T MATTER IT BRINGS GREED
EVEN THE RICH WITH TAKE FROM THE POOR IN NEED
AS I GREW OLDER I BEGAN TO SEE WHY
MY POP WAS JUST THAT KIND OF GUY
MY HERITAGE IS QUITE OLD THAT IS ME GOLD
WRITTEN BY MRS. YOLANDA NICHOLSEN
3-17-2004 DURING A BLIZZARD COPING WITH PTSD
IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY UNCLE
ISOM KEATON MY GREAT GRANDMOTHERS
CARRIE KEATON BROTHER MY IRISH ANCESTORS
FROM THE LATE 1800'S 1900'S IRISH SETTLERS
FROM ST. LOUIS MISSOURI MY NONA IRISH ITALIAN
UNCLE ISON ALWAYS REMINDED ME OF THE OLD IRISH
CHIMNEY SWEEPERS LIKE MR OKEEFE ONE OF
MY SHORT STORIES I LOVE WRITING
TRIBUTES TO MY ANCESTOR ISOM KEETON HE ACTUALLY
LOOKED JUST LIKE RICHARD DALEY SR. SO DID MY
IRISH AUNT BEING FROM AN IRISH ITALIAN FAMILY
LADY LUCK IS A PRODUCT OF MY IRISH ANCESTORS
THE KEATONS OF IRELAND
GOD BLESS AMERICAN POETS AND WRITERS
I AM CARRIE KEETON MARIETTA KEATING ISOM KEETON
THESE ARE MY IRISH ANCESTORS I BRING THEM
TO LIFE WITH MY POETRY LIVING TRIBUTES TO MY
IRISH ANCESTORS IT'S A PERSONAL PRIVATE WAY
OF HEALING COPING WRITING WITH COMPLETE PRIVACY
Sing a new song the divineness
of it all the rapture of the coming
hour the sheer need for abundance
created so bountiful throughout
this wondrous beauty a subtleness
awakening mere virtue while the
mild mannerism moves in delightful
colorful hues dancing between glorious
stain glass windows while weeping
willow trees sway cardinals perch
as the eagle soars the sky a wonderful
hymn springs forth beckoning my soul
as fear anxiety sadness sorrow drowns
my soul sings loudly over the mountaintop
I hardly recognizes her today assumption
the beauty within shines as warmth
compassion kindness blossom's in the
hearts and minds of on lookers flowers
bloom as I stroll pass wisdom shakes
emptiness is mortified by my edification
a proud peacock absorbs my purity
I am angelically lifted by harmonic
melodies vibrantly shaking my tail
feather simply singing my new song
Witten by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
why do I love you when all haste say's
that I shouldn't first there was rome
the way the sun danced behind me
over venice canals then there
was Kabul the hints
of the infamous mauve sky catering
to my thighs I could even see how
downtown munich bathed beneath me
an yet all I could envision is that day
that way we danced at Langley
how could our entire surroundings
become so bleakly crafted
above ancient tongues desire
of youthful follies why do I love you
let me count the ways
when everything is said
I guess I loved you more
when I thought you were dead
somewhere over Arlington road
meaningful gestures created
with karma and military orders
us sailing out to sea a quiet vessel
wearing my name on the backside of forever
Written by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
Inspired by my residency in Munich Germany
NIGHT TERRORS RETURNED GRAVEYARD NIGHTMARE I DREAMED I TOOK MY OWN LIFE TODAY AFTER DECADES OF ASSASSINATION ATTEMPTS EXTORTION OF HER AMERICAN POETRY EMBEZZLEMENT OF HER TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM SHE HAS ENDURED SEVERE DOMESTIC VIOLENCE TWO ABUSIVE EX HUSBANDS BOTH WORKING WITH AN ARSON MURDERER OF 9 HER ABUSE ESCALATED AS SHE ENDURED A CAR BOMB BLAST CRUSHING HER FACE BRUISED HER BRAIN SEVERE ONGOING TRAUMATIC HEADACHES THIS BEAUTIFUL CREATURE DELIVERED 8 CHILDREN 26 GRAND TWO GREAT SHE AND HER HUSBAND BOTH DISABLED BOTH DEDECATED VOLUNTEERING FOR VETERANS AND THE FALLEN SHE WORKED SIDE BY SIDE FBI AGENTS BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK COPS TO SAVE LIVES HER IDENTITY EXPOSED KILLERS CONSTANTLY THREATENING HER LIFE IDENTITY THIEVES PERPUTRATING FRAUD AGAINST HER SHE CONTACTED THE FBI CRISIS CRISIS CRISIS HER HOME WAS BROKEN INTO FEARING FIR HER SAFETY SHE JUST NEEDED TO END THE SUFFERINGTHIS LED TO HER FEELING SHE HAD NO CHOICE MONTHS YEARS SHE REACHED OUT WRITING IN A JOURNALING THERAPY PSCHIATRIST MEDICATIONS THE THREATS WERE OVERWHELMING SHE CLOSED THE SHOWER DOOR TAKEN AN ENTIRE BOTTLE OF PRESCRIPTION PILLS WITH A BOTTLE OF CHAMPAGNE TURNED ON HER FAVORITE SONG SILENCE SHE WAS LATER FOUND DECEASED SHE LOVED WRITING POETRY CHILDREN BOOKS GARDENING SINGING IN THE CHIOR HER CHURCH FAMILY SHE ADORED MUSIC DANCING WATCHING WILD LIFE PLANTING FLOWERS PLANTS PRAYERS HEALING THE NEED TO WRITE MY OWN EULOGY IN CASE I'M RAN OFF THE ROAD POISONED ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT MY HEART IS RACING EVERYDAY I TRY ANDBTALK MYSELF OUT OF SUICIDE KNOWING ITS THE ONLY WAY TO BE FREE FROM MY STALKER MY IMPOSTER SOMETIMES I IMAGINE HER TAKING MY TOMB STONE THAT EVEN IN DEATH SHE'LL STILL BE IMPERSONATING ME FROM MY GRAVE
THANK YOU LORD FOR PICKING ME UP AGAIN GIVING ME PURPOSE TO GO ON LIVING ALSO GIVING ME THE CLARITY OF HOW TO ABORT THIS ONGOING TERROR UPON ME I KNOW HOW TO STOP IT NOW GOD BLESS THE CRISIS TEAM
GOD BLESS AMERICA
WHEN YOU GIVE BIRTH TO 8 CHIILDREN AND HAVE 27 GRANDCHILDREN TWO GREAT GRAND IT'S LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO STEAL MY IDENTITY I AM SO SURPRISED MY KILLERS JAMAICAN TALIBAN IDENTITY THIEVES STALKERS COULDN'T REALIZE THIS I SERVED WORKING AT 6 DIFFERENT MILITARY BASES RETIRED FROM THE CENTRAL COMMAND WITH THE HELP OF SENATOR BOB GRAHAM ATTORNEY GENERAL CHARLIE CRIST THE MANY INFLUENTIAL PEOPLE IN MY LIFE I AM TRULY STUNNDED AT THE STUPIDITY OF MY IMPERSONATOR J JOHNSON HENRY FALSIFYING DOCUMENTS IN ORDER TO HELP ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS JAMAICAN ROAM ABOUT THE COUNTRY SEATED WITH ABUSE OF POWER IT IS TRULY SAD 23 YEARS AGO THESE JAMAICAN TALIBAN IDENTITY THIEVES STALKERS OBSESSED WITH MY POETRY ATTEMPTING TO HAVE ME MURDERED GOD LIFTED ME THROUGH THE FIRES OF HELL AND I STILL FEEL BLESSED I AM SO HONORED TO BE BORN IN 1963 MARCHING MARTIN LUTHER KING JR I HAVE A DREAM SPEECH ROSA PARKS STANCE ON CIVIL RIGHTS JOHN LEWIS FREEDOM RIDERS MEDGAR EVERS THE 4 LITTLE GIRLS BOMBED KILLED IN THE CHURCH PRESIDENT KENNEDYS DEATH THE DEATH OF ST JOHN XX111 I AM BLESSED THAT MY IDENTITY THIEVES PERPUTRATING FRAUD AGAINST ME USING MY EX HUSBAND BIRTH YEAR 1962 THIS WAS WHAT BASICALLY CAUGHT HER AND PETER GARGANO TOTALLY SEPERATING ME FROM HER VICIOUS FRAUD CAUGHT BY SPECIAL AGENT ALLEN KING J JOHNSON STOLE MY BIRTH CERTIFICATE AND ALTERED MY AGE IN ORDER TO FLEE THE COUNTRY HER MOTHER USED MY COUSIN COOKIES BIRTH CERTIFICATE TO FLEE TO JAMAICA Y64 IS J JOHNSON ATTEMPT TO PERPUTRTATE FRAUD UPON ME WITH FALSE INFORMATION FALSIFYING BIRTH CERTIFICATES MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE HELPING ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS I CELEBRATE ME1963 AND ME THIS YEAR REPRESENTS MY PLATNUM BIRTHDAY 63 BORN IN 1963 I FEEL TRULY HONORED AND BLESSED THAT MARTIN LUTHER KING JR HAD A DREAM THE YEAR OF MY BIRTH GOD BLESS AMERICA
AFTER TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY MANY CHANGES OCCUR FOR ME IT WAS COPING WITH ANXIETY VERTIGO ATTACK WHERE YOU FEEL LIKE YOU ARE ALWAYS ON A LEDGE FINALLY THE GROUND COMES UP TO MEET YOU THERE I WAS STANDING ON TOP OF A FLIGHT OF STAIRS RECOVERING FROM MY INJURIES FROM THE CAR CRASH PREPARING MYSELF FOR MASS SINGING IN THE CHIOR WHEN THIS OVERWHELMING FEELING DIZZY FRIGHTENING I FELT MYSELF FALLING I TRIED TO GRAB THE RAIL THERE WAS NO RAIL I FELL FROM THE TOP OF THE STAIR CASE TO THE CONCRETE GROUND FRACTURING HIP PELVIS LAYING THERE WITH INTERNAL BLEEDING PHYSICAL THERAPY CHIROPRACTIC CARE ORTHOPEDIC CARE NOW THE BONES ARE DEFORMED SEVERE PAIN AND SUFFERING I'M BLESSED MY HUSBAND TAKES GOOD CARE OF ME SURVIVING A CAR BOMB CRUSHED EYE SOCKET FRACTURED NASAL ARCH TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY I EVEN INJURED MY HIP FRACTURED HAND I TWO STROKES LEARNING TO WALK AGAIN I NEVER DREAMED I'D BECOME CRIPPLED JUST WAKE UP AND CAN'T MOVE MY LEGS UNABLE TO WALK UNABLE TO MOVE MY LEGS MY LOWER BODY GAVE OUT SEVERE ONGOING PAIN AND SUFFERING RECEIVING CARE SICKNESS AND HEALTH ANTHONY AND YOLANDA CATHOLIC WAR VETERANS