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I CONTACTED SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND 2003 ANDREW JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY BREAKING INTO MY HOME SEARCHING FOR IDENTITIES IN MY FAMILIES OBITUARIES ARRIVING WITH GUNMAN ANDREW HENRY TO END MY LIFE IN TAMPA HE WAS MURDERED AT MY FEET ANDREW WAS HIRED BY CIRO GARGANO JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND TO MURDER ME IN ORDER TO IMPERSONATE MY IDENTITY IN ORDER TO OBSTRUCT JUSTICE IN ARSON MURDERS OF 9 PERSONS 23 YEARS LATER SPECIAL AGENT PAUL BRAND ARRIVE WITH MY STALKER MY IMPOSTER BREAKING IN OUR HOME SEARCHING FOR DOCUMENTS TO FALSIFY PHOTOS SHOT RECORDS PASSPORTS BIRTH CERTIFICATES MARRIAGE SEATED WITH MY JAN 6TH NEIGHBORS HIDING IN CAMPERS HACKING INTO OUR WIFI EVEN OUR RUNG CAMERAS OBSTRUCTING JUSTICE ECPOSING FBI INFORMANTS ON THE STREETS IN CHICAGO BEHIND BARS ACROSS THE MIDWEST ALL RESULTS OF SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND BREACH IMPERSONATING FBI INFORMANT WITH JAMAICAN DEALERS FAMILY MEMBERS IN TAMPA REEKING HAVOC COVERING ARSON MURDERS OF 9 PERSONS UNDER WIRES INSTALLED ON MY UNBORN CHILD THIS RESULTED IN HUNDREDS OF FALSE CONVICTIONS UNDER SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND TARGETING AFRICAN AMERICAN OFFICERS AND JUNK SICK IRISH OFFICERS SELLING DRUGS FOR GARGANO CRIMINAL GROUP DATA BREACHES CYBER ATTACKS ON OUR HOME COMPUTERS THIS ALLOWED JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY TO IMPERSONATE MY IDENTITY THROUGH SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND TERRORISTS THREATS AS CIRO GARGANO IMPERSONATE MY POW VETERAN HUSBAND EXPOSING MY IDENTITY AS AN FBI INFORMANT IN JAMAICA ACROSS THE MIDWEST THIS SHATTERED ALL THE COVICTIONS THAT OCCURED INDER MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM CORRUPT OFFICERS RESULTING FROM ARSON MURDER OF 9 THE ENTIRE FEDERAL BUILDING LASALLE AND VAN BUREAN HOUSED PRISONERS CIRO GARGANO FALSIFIED INFORMANT FOR SPECIAL AGENT ALAN KING AND SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND TO FALSIFY RESULTING IN A SEVRE BREACH FROM 1984 ONGOING ON THE STREETS AND BEHIND BARS HINDREDS OF CONVICTED FELONS INCARCERATED FALSLY BY CORRUPT AGENTS HELPING TO EXPOSE INFORMANTS TO DEATH ROW IN ORDER TO COVER UP CIRO GARGANO ARSON MURDERS OF 9 PERSONS SEVERE THREATS ON MY LIFE WHILE MY IDENTITY WAS IMPERSONATED BY A JAMAICAN IMPOSTER JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY CLEARLY RESULTING INTO DRIVE BY SHOOTINGS
MY STALKER SMUGGLING DRUGS WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND OBSESSED WITH MY.LIFE I DONATED HOM TO HER I REMARRIED THE DU.MY JAMAICAN STALKERS SHOTTING AT MY HOME JEALOUS OF MY. EQ HUSBAND WHAT CREEPY DAME THIS IS SOME LIFETIME FREAK OF NATURE FATAL ATTRACTION MY GOD DUMB GIRL MY NEW HUSBAND DON'T NEED SCUM LIKE YOU SLEEPING WITH JIMS DOG WISHING YOU WERE ME WOW NO GOOD MEN IN JAMAICA OR IS IT ME YOU WANT THIS IS CREEPY YOU WANT BOTH MY HUSBANDS YOU FEEL CRAZY YET YOU REMEMBER TO STAY A CITY BLOCK AWAY FROM MY FAMILY YOU ARE A JAMAICAN TALIBAN IDENTITY FRAUD JIHAD DOMESTIC TERRORISTS HA HA HA HA THIRSTY CHICKEN FEET WEARING SCUM SHOOTING AT MY HUSBAND A POW YOU ARE SCUM MY HUSBAND WILL ALWAYS HAVE MY BACK HAND I. HAND TAKI G YOU DOWN CORRUPTION AGENTS CANNOT GIVE YOU MY IDENTITY CIRO PETER CAN'T GIVE YOU MY LIFE I KNOW YOU HAD FUN CROUCHING DOWN USING MY NAME COMMITING FRAUD UPON VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES YOU ARE A COCK ROACH A PALMETTO BUG HIDING THROUGH PAPER TREES PAGES LEAVES FALSIFYING DOCUMENTS BECAUSE MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND DUMPED YOU CIRO KICKED YOU OUT THE BACKSEAT PETER PUSHED YOU OUT THE SIDE DOOR EVEN YAGA WAS TORED OF SUPPORTING SHAINA ALAINA TEESA TONI TOWANDA SMUGGLING DRUGS YOU WILL BE EXTERMINATED SPAT WE ARE LOCKED AND LOAD TRY US AGAIN JJJJJJJJ DUMMY DRIVING A HONDA SEARCHING FOR SOMEBODY ELSES STALKER VETERANS AND THEIR WIVES LOCKED AND LOADED SHOOT AT MY HUSBAND AGAIN WE BOTH SAW YOUR ASSAULT RIFLE POINTED AT HIS CHEST YOU ARE LAUGHABLE SCUM SPAT SPAT ON JJJJJ ROACH STALKER DISABLED VETERANS A D THIER DISABLED WIFE HA HA HA YOU CIRO PETER ARE SCUM EXTORTING MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM BACH OFF NO MORE HANDOUTS FOR JAMAICAN DEALERS ORGANIZED CRIME FRAUD AND WASTE
[44]" It is sown a natural body; it is raised a spiritual body.
There is a natural body, and there is a spiritual body.
[46] Howbeit that was not first which is spiritual,
but that which is natural;
and afterward that which is spiritual."
1 Corinthians 15
"We all begin as winners in the race to fertilize. So we've all been the recipients of the most coveted prize... life. " -by the Poet:)
In my dreams
I can fly,
I can run like I have no mass. Weightless Anchorless
No fear of falling, as if gravity
is taking a much needed vacation.
Movement made with
mind not muscle
Sights not seen with the eye
Taking in sensation through my whole being.
The MOON
my silent stalker lighting my way
Casting my shadow on the tree tops and fields.
The shape unknown.
FREE!
The wind hitting my face,
the scent of the pines.
I hear the river below,
racing me, leading me
My secret shadow following
the waves and flow
Breaking apart
On the rocks and spray.
Is this the secret life of spirit?
Known before time in heaven?
Before the tethering rope of flesh.
Is this recollection of floating in the waters of the womb?
A life long past
A life far in the future
A life remembered, longed for, hoped for.
A life of spirit
Flying Free!
EVERY TIME WE WENT TO DO LAUNDRY JAMAICAN SKANK STOLE BATHING SUITS MY BRAA MY PANTIES RIPPING MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND SHOCTS MY EX HUSBAND JAMAICAN STALKER HAS STOOPED TO A WHOLE TIME LOW HIDING IN MY NEIGHBORS DOG ROOM STALKING MY NEW HUSBAND CORRUPTION BREAKING IN OUR HOME RIPPI F MY NEW HUSBAND SHORTS VOODOO JAMAICAN ROOT I REBUKE YOU IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER THE SON AND THE HOLY SPIRIT THEE JAN 6TH NEIGHBORS HELPS HER BREAK INTO OUR HOME TO RIPPED MY DISABLED HUSBAND SHORTS QUITE THE UNUSUAL STALKER INDEED WE ARE ALL AMERICAN MY GOD THIS IS REAL LIFETIME STALKING MY STALKER WAS ACTUALLY SELECTED BY THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ILLINOIS SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND BELIEVED MY STALKER COULD CLONE MY IDENTITY TO ACTUALLY COVER THE WIRES ON MY WOMB SHE INSTALLED ON MY WOMB THIS JAMAICAN SKANK BECAME OBSESSED WITH MY AMERICAN POETRY NOW SHES OBSESSED WITH MY POW WAR HERO SHE HIDES IN MY JAN 6TH NEIGHBORS DOG BED LASHING OUT SENDING THREATS STALKING HARRASING OUR BEAUTIFUL MARRIAGE A TERRIBLE BREACH I FEEL SORRY FOR HER IMPERSONATING ME WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND SHE IS A FAMILY MEMBERS OF THE DRUG CARTEL CONVICTED AS A RESULT OF MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI TOXIC FATAL NOW TARGETING MY WAR HERO THE LENT ON MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBANDS SHORT MY STALKER OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE MALICE SHAME MARTHA BREA WITCH WALKING BACKWARDS LINSTEAD JAMAICA FREE FROM ME NASTY ABSOLUTELY HOW NASTY CAN YOU GET BACK OFF SKANK YOU HAVE GIANT FLEAS I FEEL SORRY LIKE JOHNNY TAYLOR SAYS I FEEL SORRY WHEN YOU CAN'T SAY THIS IS MY VERY OWN I BELIEVE IN YOU LOVE THE ONE YOU WITH GOD BLESS AMERICA
Oi Oi ..saveloy…caps do doff..bless Joffy boy…with injury woes and blows…
From the off some did scoff…Joff can no longer bowl for toffee…clearly not really…
Not being coy but some of those press hoi polloi said Ben had chose..
A risky ploy against our Indian foes…but seeing him let rip
For the fans unbridled joy..a trip to our favourite offy..
It must have been hard..his comeback marred..alright scarred
By what the keyboard warriors deposited…despite his trouncer
Bouncer calling card…was abused.. and accused of being coddled..
Even swaddled and cossetted..
While everyone in the stand thought it was grand…
Our corn row mane not dread lock..spearhead…
Gold chain warlock.. with the ball they all dread
After four sore years to once more..
Adore pure pace grace so raw..
Watch the speed gun soar…
A hardcore encore we saw for sure..
You can’t really match it…the Jofra creed…
Watching batters in tatters..can't relax..sow the seed..
The champ axe in our camp does ramp it up to the max…
Trying to face our flying ace hatchet who when he does need
Can just ratchet up his speed..
No faking…Joff did always say he would do his best..
In his quest to play another test…the ultimate contest..
Can’t be forsaken by those mistaken that he would just be taking..
The cash for some crap brash slap and dash bash..
Fleeting greetings from the future..where we will all being well ..
Will be meeting our speedster suitor…us.. amorous
About our glamorous Jofradamus..his blizzards will neuter..
Have willow wizards by the gizzards..our tearaway tutor..
So a quick nod to the bowling God…giving him another
Chance to prance and dance..sod each odd bod..
Getting sniffy or spiffy.. Joff somehow iffy..
Cos it was bloody lubbly jubbly..
To see you back having a crack on the track …
Like the scene of that 2019 tiff between him and piggy Smith…
Us again getting squiffy in a jiffy..with this new riff..
By our corker stalker.. wicket hawker…..the bliss
We did miss due to his injury abyss..
A new era ..finally coming…Joff still strumming …humming..
Nice one my son…so come on let’s open the bubbly…
Frantically, I walk on a lane of vile secrets,
past glared dazes from hooded eyes
marking me as obsession’s target where a quest
to nail me taunts my fear : with endless
shrieks echoing , “ I will follow you, “ … a voice
raspy as brittle tones imposes its eerie
presence. And I quiver in coiled form,
Helpless, while the breath of uncertainty
wipes the restful assurance of most nights:
In a click of time, life smells danger
knowing not if those taloned hands would
clutch me in the darkness or light.
All at once, I watch myself drenched
In the cloud of foreboding , torturing
my lucid hours now haunted by one
incensed predator. Until I confront this
ghastly shadow laden with karmic
sins, wolves of yesterday assaulting my every
breath's intake…that I come face to face
with this damned nemesis in guileful pursuit
and the nemesis which haunts my spirit …is me.
Written for Silent One: STALKER 11/13/2017
Dear Depressed Girlfriend, you are not confused,
It’s just that common sense is something you’ve never used.
You call him your boyfriend; he probably calls you a stalker
Do you ever shut up and listen, or are you simply a talker?
The agony you are in is all self-inflicted.
Do you have any self-respect left or has it been evicted?
A third child from a third sire is the thing you need least,
Get control of yourself and your man-eating beast!
You have written me a letter full of sad misery,
But don’t expect me to wallow within your agony;
For girl, what you need is a good slap in the face;
Your self-loathing crying is an embarrassing disgrace.
Put down that phone and stop calling this man,
He’s trying to avoid you the best that he can.
Before you consider living again with another,
I suggest you first focus on being a good mother.
Your bed has been made; now sleep in it alone.
His sister instead should have taken YOUR phone.
The best way to put your agonizing to bed
Is to change around what you think inside your dumb head!
Space detail
Moving to the Moon without fail
My odyssey
My address would be 117 Crater Road
Away from Earth being behold
Cheesy thought
My sought
Beam me up
Take me away
Seeing the Earth from a distance in a whole new way
A new environment is what I need
No need to wait for NASA
I am ready to go
Moving fast not slow
My new frontier
My home age where I only can preserver
My Moon soon
I could be at Noon
My place to be
My wait and see
It will only be me
My personal crater
Where I could enter
Moon stalker
I would be the owner
No uninvited guest
My request
The moon would continue to have its shine
Considering the moon would be mine
Moon and look up
There’s a new resident on moon space
You won’t see each other face to face
My trace
Adventure and picture
Space
Earth out and moon in
That is because I can
1888 the year of terror and fear
throats slitted open from ear to ear
JACK THE RIPPER preying on the road
He 's spooky and wears a black coat
In the evenings his skills paint red lace
so good at his job,he kills as he plays
In Croaky Moors hiding his shadows
roaming in alleys and meadows
Five victims ,Five whores slasshed to death
Breasts thorn apart,their hearts on the bed
a stalker,a cannibal in East End of London
drinking in bars,His hiding a dungeon
The prostitutes tongues pulled out from their roots
sending the killer in the best of his moods
Years passed come and gone,each dusk cover dawn
five ghosts are heard aching in one brutal moan
Jack's name still an echo in the narrow back streets
Soul's blood is still shedding,for justice it pleads
Scothland yard officers were being fooled
from "Hell" and "Dear Boss"letters,Jack ruled
Ruben and i tried to capture this cold blooded guy,
but we'll pass it on to J.R, Investigator with Style
Go for it John...
-------------------------CHARMA
I followed her to China
I followed her to Spain
I traipsed behind her neck bones.
I marveled at her brain.
She asked me to please leave
Which really hurt my feelings.
She called the county cops.
Which left my mind a reeling.
I followed her to spinning class.
I followed her to planets Z and Zoom.
I followed her to her grandma’s.
Where the old biddy killed me with a broom.
The cops slowly came running
Breathing fast, due to being too well fed.
I yelled they should arrest her,
But then I realized I was not quite dead.
She said that woman is my stalker.
Please lock her up in jail.
So here I sit lamenting
Writing this self-imposed bad tale.