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I'm so tired to speak,
so words remain asleep
it's a suicide of speech.
There is so much to say.
I fight silent soldiers of suppression -
terrorising like hisses from snakes.
Fragile expressions become
a potpourri of poisoned petals -
melting like snow hit by sunshine
it's a suicide of speech.
Another battle lost to your
wicked war of words.
Or is it the mind overthinking?
No immunisation for ignorance,
when you only see a machine without heart.
I'm mute like dripping blood
it's a suicide of speech.
Concealing truth under sorrow's veil,
so they only see my misleading smile -
they can never kill that.
After all I'm too tired to speak,
so let my words sleep
it's a suicide of speech.
Simple Musing
Silent One
29 February 2020
Many years ago, when I was just a young boy
The world was a safe place there was lots of joy
But I'm a lot older now and a lot wiser too
And I've seen the evil that mankind can do.
But when you read the news or switch on your TV
There is no more good news or is it just me ?
I look all around me and this is what I find
A world that's full of evil that's terrorising mankind.
Men have twisted religion and suited it for their needs
They think Gods on their side and commit evil deeds
You cannot oppose them for they will likely kill you
You must go with their ways it's all that you can do.
There are many oppressed communities living in fear
They call out for help, but the world does not hear
But sadly, that that much needed help arrives too late
By then some communities have met with a terrible fate.
There is no prayer book that says it's okay to kill or maim
But they carry out evil atrocities in their 'Gods' name
Their 'God' must be an evil one not the one who is kind
They're brainwashed by others with a twisted mind.
But there's hope do look around you, and you will see
People doing many good deeds for others selflessly
It certainly helps restore your faith in humanity
And you think to yourself that's how it should be.
THE EVI LUNATICS
Have you seen a lunatic before?
There are some,
Quiet and love being alone at their own space.
Others talk all day, not for attention,
But for their own souls’ purgation.
Others cause rampage like marauding beast.
These are the ones causing us pain now.
They are the evil lunatics,
The products of their own evil mindedness and creed.
From the North to the South,
From the East to the West,
They wreak havoc here and there,
Leaving blood, pain and sorrow in their trail.
The evil lunatics are not only in the forest.
There are those who spew out hate
Behind their cowardly screen.
They are the delusional gospellers.
“Awon omo alainiran”
They are the ones whose mouth run senselessly like tap,
For few dollars from FB, IG AND TIKTOK banks.
They are the reservoir of fabricated lies.
Today they are everywhere.
If you come often to the FB Arena,
Be careful of many evil lunatics,
Their misery has split blood all over their brain,
Believe their stories at your own peril.
Nigeria has many evil lunatics,
Many are in the forest,
Others are scattered all over social media platforms
My country, Nigeria, has been going through a lot at the hands of terrorists. Many people have been kidnapped for ransom. Unfortunately, some individuals are also terrorising our collective psyche on social media by spreading fake news.
8.The Tragedy of Medusa.
We are all complicit.
Perhaps a man is conditioned to be evil ,
But we should at least know better if we cannot be.
That we've got a choice is the only truth in our encounter with satan.
She is a handful to handle at times,
As I seek to contain her in my cupped fist.
She can't breathe living under my thumb.
Upholding the universe in my Buddha's palm,
But I forgot we ought to pursue gentleness in all things.
Courtesy to the rib taken out of my humanity,
Shouldn't make me feel small for that missing inch or two.
It should free my spine from some of its burden.
Anger is heavy enough without guilt bearing down my soul,
As I'm left holding my head in regret.
Clawing to get at the altars I built the demons in my temples.
On what grounds can I defend myself,
When in idleness I seceded so much to the devil.
Immature men stuck in the stage of little boys terrorising the girl they like.
It's cute till it is not anymore,
Her stare pleaded with me before I hardened into stone.
Judging her harshly by the goddess Athena on everything she couldn't be.
Coming for her head after I desecrated her temple,
That's just the way the story goes and its sequels.
Reality dismissed as a retelling of myths and monsters,
Written in the colour purple and bold.
If the oracle is meant to be, we just have to switch our programming.
Changing the forecast to bless the rains down in africa.
I was supposed to learn worship from her instead.
Let me tell you about the notorious two
Well known by both me and you
Terrorising the neighborhood
They ventured in to the wood
Causing mischief, getting up to no good
Poor old Anne May
Was baking cakes and cookies one day
Left them to cool by the window on display
Not knowing that the two were stalking their prey
The little sods ate the hot cookies off the baking tray
Then threatened poor granny May to make some more
When she refused they tried to squeeze her in between the oven doors
Lucky a computer hacker running from the police heard her distressful implore
He witnessed the duo trying to cut her up with a saw
They chased after him and caught him in flight
Boy you should have seen he put up a good fight
The police caught them and the duo acted like two little children that had fright
“It’s not like that,” he said, “Go see the old woman, what a sight.”
The police went to Anne May’s house
She was lying all wounded in a bloody blouse
Still squealing like a little mouse
She shook and would say anything until she saw her spouse
The notorious two were eventually taken to jail
The computer hacker now works for the FBI on bail
And if you want to know what happened to poor old May, the story is out on email.
For those who are blind there is computer screen braille
Celebration of death
Peter Gargano and his
son Peter memories
meeting at the clock
restaurant fort myers
right before traumatic
brain injury blessings
many laughs prayers
are with the family
reminders from license
plates RFP RIP it’s really
helpful getting terrorists
threats on license plates
especially when I have
to get 12 nerve blocks
injections in my head today
actually every 25 days
traumatic headaches
severe pain and suffering
memory care centers
after surviving hurricanes
I’m reminded of hurricane
Charlie grateful an yet
traumatic events Peter
remembering Peter Gargano
the the trauma it’s almost
like he’s still with us like I
didn’t witness his dead body
leaving this world or all thee
other wise guys hitmen
The Don of Don Boss of Bosses
all dead controlling terrorist
threats on license plates
I’m reminded of mob boss Frankie
boy cali being gunned down holding
his license plate organized crime
terrorising me for wearing
wires pregnant buying
weapons and drugs from junk
sick officers being a rat exposing
mafia hitmen no I’m no
Sammy the Bull or John Gotti jr
big Paul bambino who suffered
a rash from his Mexican maid
Christmas time before being gunned
down without ointment of course
not Carlo Gambino nor Domenico Cefalu
no just a mom a grandma the fbi
just warned me my ex husband
set fires with gargano killing 9
people before I knew a car bomb
ignited my skull Peter stood over
my blood soaked body to go
over investments insurance
monies my memory of my
wearing wires pregnant for the
fbi saved my life today is a
gargano kind of day happy
heavenly birthday Peter Pete
and Peters Just in case I’m
brutally murdered by this ongoing
hit on my life because I refuse to
allow the mafia extort my American
Poetry brings me to tears today fondly
remember me writing American poetry
On a dark isle off Scotland's west coast
There sits a castle with it's evil host
This harbourer of witchcraft and demonic doom
Is to leave this planet like a deathly dark tomb
Servants of the night as they have in the past
Will once again rise to finish their task
Summoned they will come from the fires of Hades
Black angels of him to the light they'll degrade
At every full moon they command the skies
They will unleash their fear with shrieking cries
These bat shaped creatures with heads of snake
Devour their enemy to a deadened shake
Villages and towns make ready their night
The safety of the clans from evils delights
Deep in the cellars and caves where we hide
Discussions for hope to repair this divide
Tears flow as emotions are shared
When this hell is over how many of us will be spared
From where we shelter we hear terrorising screams
To the older of us, it's more reoccurring dreams
Into the hours of the morn the onslaught goes on
What kind of a place can these creatures come from
Suddenly we hear the most thunderous of crashes
As the cobalt blue black is cut through with flashes
We see on the hills the glowing of white
Sporadic they are as they come out of the night
These riders of white on unicorns they ride
Is this what will save us and repair the divide
They raise their arms releasing white silver flashes
Connecting with these creatures as they turn into ashes
Many hours of conflict as the dawn brings a new day
The land reeks of battle and deathly decay
As we enter the light and our surroundings we view
The count leaves not many, I'm just one of a few
To the unicorns we turn, in praise to declare
But we see nothing at all, they were no longer there
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-5.php
AFTER NUMEROUS CALLS DESPERATE PLEASE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATIONS MY IDENTITY THIEVES SETTLED INTO MY LIFE LIKE GIANT COCKROACHES CHEWING FEASTING ON MEDICAL DOCUMENTS PAYMENTS INFORMATIONS SOCIAL SECURITY INFORMATIONS FROM TAMPA GENERAL HOSPITAL SYSTEMS MEGELLAN HEALTHCARE HCA INCLUDING TRI CARE FBI HAS BEEN CONTACTED EACH TIME MY STALKERS GAINED ACCESS TO OUR PERSONAL INFORMATION LETTERS POURED IN HERE'S WHAT WE DO WE ARE WRITING YOU TO ALERT YOU THAT YOUR PERSONAL INFORMATION HAS BEEN EXPOSED YOU'RE INVOLVED IN A CLASS ACTION SETTLEMENT YOU CAN LOCK YOUR CREDIT WE OFFER CREDIT MONITORING THEN THE SPAM CALLS HACKERS USING YOUR INFORMATION TO CIRCULATED ROBO CALLS SPOOF PHONE NUMBERS UNDER YOUR NAME DEBUTING ALL YOUR HACKERS IDENTITY THIEVES WHO HAVE LITERALLY BUILT A CAREER ON STEALING YOUR IDENTITY AFTER SEVERAL DATA BREACHES MY HUSBAND AND I ARE BLESSED ESPECIALLY SINCE MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND RALLY A FLEET OF JAMAICAN STRIPPERS HIDING OUT IN AMERICAN YES UNDER MY IDENTITY SINCE THAT DIRE PLEA TO THE FBI 2003 HELP HELP SOMEONES BREAKING IN MY HOME SEARCHING FOR PASSPORTS OBITUARIES DEATH BIRTH MARRIAGE I FEARED FOR MY SAFETY SUFFERING TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY THE THIEVES WERE ACTUALLY EMBEZZLING FUNDS FROM MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM FLEEING TO JAMAICAN CANADA AND MIDWEST WHEN THEY FINALLY REALIZED I REMARRIED THEY LATCHED ON TO MY HUSBAND TERRORISING US WITH HOME INVASIONS DEADLY GAME OF DOMESTIC IDENTITY TERRORISTS ITS HORRID BEING A DISABLED PERSON HAVING A CRIMINAL GROUP HACK INTO YOUR HEALTHCARE YOUR PERSONAL INFORMATION YOUR LIVELY HOOD HAVING TWO STROKES I WAS HELPLESS AT THE MERCY OF MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND JESUS CHRIST MY IDENTITY THIEVES ARE SEATED WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBANDS ITS VERY TRAUMATIC THIS CRIMINAL GROUP FORMED SEVERE HATRED FOR ME AFTER BEING EXPPSED TO MY IDENTITY AS A CONFIDENTIAL HUMAN SOURCE I WAS INTIMIDATED BULLIED BY HOME INVASIONS DEATH THREATS ATTEMPTS ON MY LIFE SLANDERED TODAY I FEEL BLESSED MY HUSBAND AND I ARE ALL ARMY STRONG HAND IN HAND TRULY BLESSED WE SURVIVED THIS IDENTITY THEFT TERRORISTS CRIMINAL GROUP SEVERE DATA BREACH UPON OUR FAMILY DURING CHRONIC ILLNESS COMPLETE HARDSHIP GOD BLESS THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION FOR REACHING OUT TO COMBAT THIS HORRID DATA BREACH UPON US GOD BLESS THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION AND GOD BLESS AMERICA
When Filey's rebel rousing rats,
Were terrorising local cats,
Who would not engage in rodent wars
Refusing even, to go outdoors.
No match for rats, that scavenge scraps,
Instead they sat on old maids laps.
While alley cats who acted tough,
Those rabid rats ignored their bluff.
Until George Burton's name, became folklore
When he destroyed those vermin, by the score.
And with his most aggressive stance,
Those rodents simply, never had a chance.
Then he would say, when quite certain.
Another one's down, it's gone for a Burton.
1/ 10/ 2022.
This is a rather whimsical tribute to the pest controller
George Burton. Who helped the town of Filey North Yorkshire
to maintain health and safety. As a request from his granddaughter.
Rather Galesburg Joliet
Terrehaute Florence Colorado
to the shores of Bogotá
flushing heroin fentanyl
through the gates behind bars
thee corrupt prison ran
by gang leaders paying
off prison guards you can
ask yourself what brand
to buy into Hoover vacuum’s
are reliable American made
while Kirby Brands offers
negligence falsifying death
row inmates finally hangman’s
curse while the hoover
vacuum continues to crawl
over the paisley patterns in
the federal building breaking
even on Lasalle and Van Burean
where Gargano once controlled
most of the revenue trading fenced
with osh gosh severe terrorist
threats released only when corrupt
prison guards do exactly what
he says attack who he says attack
while Kirby vacuum holding twenty
convictions drugs violence victim
intimidation battery hit and run
corrupt family members controlling
Wisconsin prison system looking to
transfer power back to Joliet upon
Hoover stamp of approval which
might cross over interfering with
the free Hoover movement this
certainty opens the flood gates
for Gambino early release programs
for death row inmates just can’t
have all power to the people without
including all prison across America
not to exclude Gitmo with the
boarders rise in Islamic crossing
over Lore Mannino territories all
corruption throughout prison systems
changes hands through Gambino rackets
funnelling crime throughout abuse
of power corruption evenly distributed
meanwhile power is being tampered
with 40 years of dirt swept under
the rugs until the Hoover vacuum
is plugged back in all bets are off
ask yourself what’s your Brand
Hoover trustees or unreliable Kirby
designed to malfunction fictitious
score boards chips blood everywhere
devouring the structure of all power
terrorising FBI confidential human sources
during an election where corruption sinks
fast folding swiftly better get a broom
No fear of terrorist threats from
violent offenders gang leaders
corrupt prison guards organised
corruption abuse of power intimidation
of an FBI confidential human source
FBI informants CLEAN IT UP