I walked into Dobb's library
I didn't have what life took
so there wasn't much left for me
except to search for a new book.
I sat down in an enclosed place
for ten minutes hoped to forget
the savage past grafted on my case
entangled in a strangling net.
I opened a computer screen
Then a lady sat beside
I sensed something sight unseen
A tear in the force had opened wide.
A short librarian had seen all
She gave this lady a look of scorn:
so intense it could burn the wall
I felt aghast, how could I warn?
I came back there in July
The new book shelf was getting old
Saw the librarian, my fierce ally
She looked unwell, in a dazed pose.
A library is a safe place to be
No bad guys have reason to go
But I brought one in with me
Did it hit a friend who'll never know?
You don't antagonize the wolf-like pack
With a heartfelt look of intense scorn
They'll take revenge, they may attack
I steel my heart, can't afford to mourn.
Now, I don't know for sure
Can's collapse that quantum wave
But in my mind that scorn endures
when icebergs surface, who can save?
They did not crown themselves.
They designed the crown.
They do not rule by force—
they rule by necessity.
New presidents.
Same masters.
Different speeches.
Same contracts.
They manufacture enemies
so the people forget
who owns them.
They sell fear.
They trade chaos.
They launder guilt
through patriotism.
War is not a failure.
It is a business model.
If blood does not profit the citizen,
ask who owns the profit.
Power does not shout.
It whispers.
It does not announce itself.
It embeds itself.
Religion becomes a shield.
Law becomes a blade.
Morality becomes decoration.
Leaders are not elected.
They are approved.
Every mouth speaks freedom.
Every hand signs obedience.
But illusion decays.
Slowly.
Then suddenly.
Even myths expire.
Even giants bleed.
They can erase faces—
not memory.
History is not merciful.
It is accurate.
A criminal can rename itself.
But never cleanse itself.
If America is the mask—
who is rehearsing behind it?
Mafiosos love fat women insecure sensitive vulnerable this allow the men to pounce at strip clubs sadly all the women in my family are small size 7 shoes Italian Irish American women I cater to the mannerisms of mafia wise guys needing full figures fat women giving them an excuse to pounce I'm truly blessed natural nubian Halle Barry figure however I dress down not to attract mafia prey does that make sense I'm wrapped in the finest garments
The train fled through forlorn forests
Emerging on the stormy steppes
It crossed the raging ravine waters
Up the rugged crags it crept.
I was on that midnight journey
Seeking you to join your cause
I felt your honor and your yearning
Your defiance of unjust laws
(chorus)
Your example was the spark
And as long as you stay true
The torch will light up in the dark
And I'll follow you
Through the shadows of the city
I searched each alley, every street
Whispers told of your bravery
How you stood, did not retreat
Near dawn, I finally found you
Eyes aflame with steadfast fire
You said, "The old ways can yet renew"
"To real freedom we shall aspire."
(chorus)
Your example was the spark
And as long as you stay true
The flames will rise within the dark
And I'll follow you
(bridge)
We'll gather the despairing souls
Ignite the hope that once was lost
We'll strive to reach our righteous goals
No matter what the cost
We'll cut the tentacles of the beast
We'll tear the web that entangles all
See the silver sunlight in the east
They will rise, hear freedom's call.
Deadly greed allows mafia
leaders to fake their deaths
and impersonate my deceased
father born 1942 why old
disagreement’s unfinished
bribes payoffs bleeding the
life out of fallen officers sigh
for the giving pray for the
souls of the silent beings
when knights of Columbus
closes empty coffins creating
hell on earth for the public
puppeteers awaiting the
puppet masters cue from
above dirt my prayers are
with all the Gargano family
members forces to mourn
empty graves in public while
mafia members pass envelopes
around city officials break rooms
Honor doesn’t come from poking
your finger and burning a photo
of a saint it comes from respecting
honoring all who served and still
serving Stop organized crime bullies
left over garbage from Frank
the bomber Balistieri I will never
fear your bullying intimidation
I am unashamed I wore wires
pregnant for the Fbi buying
weapons and drugs from junk
sick cops selling drugs for
the Gargano crime family over
looking black town fort Myers
Florida Andersen avenue
where is he?
have you seen him?
the whispers are quiet
we are interested, yet terrified
I am ushered into a room
it is frogfather’s daughter’s wedding
he is granting requests
I begin trembling as I am ushered forward
I fall on my knees and beg forgiveness
frogfather laughs
loving his ability to intimidate
without croaking a word
His tainted maiden I be,
Not king nor gentleman
But the Mafioso
His tales travelled wide
Terror and fear
In name of respect he owns
In his heart a rot grows
Into a drunken forest
Of hatred, lust and power
With the virility of a demon.
I saw in his dark visage,
God in form of man...
Seeking to invade his vehemence
To be a lost tale
Adorer, concubine, slave
Or his only woman
His sins soon carved a tempest
From the miseries of mystery
He bellows "run away".
In the eye of the storm
I drop to my knees
With folded hands and crumpled will
I beg of him,
Take me tonight
Drown me in a sea of your ecstasy
Or Kill me tonight
In the plain white moonlight
"shoot me"
My dying heartbeat
Before you triggered me dead
Will always echo in your ears,
My last stare
Will follow you everywhere
and cannot escape it,
My last breath
On your venomous lips
Will remain like an indelible scent
And your child,
I shall carry in my womb
To my shallow grave...
And here we go again
trying to conquer me with words
Did you ever think
that the weapon was inside you all along?
And the way his smiled look next to yours
I guess you’re not worried about your reputation
And the way you were leaning back
I guess you didn’t tell him yet
But somehow
they always know in the end
Cover up your tracks
and cover up that scar
I’m sure it’s not the only one you got from him
He lost everything he has
he just doesn’t know it yet
She likes to be alone
always crying by the window
Holding her heart in her hands,
she lit a match
and set it all ablaze
She said, “oh, let it burn
it wasn’t doing much anyways”
She might be dramatic
but she’s never lacked potential
Her burning heart
is now a trophy of her resilience
Godmonkey’s new driver was too speechless to talk
Especially when Godmonkey said he would get out and walk
Gilbert was startled by Godmonkey’s unusual request.
You have to loosen up Godmonkey said, don’t be like the rest.
Gilbert had heard rumors about monkeys being drowned.
Next to witches, goblins, alligators, and a princess that was crowned.
He was terrified of his new boss, but he let him out right away.
You have to get some rest, Godmonkey said. See you Tuesday.
The act his men did condemn
No exception: all of them;
Twelve thousand in his pockets,
Eyes causing to leave sockets,
His cheeks ripening for slaps,
Ears for women's shaming claps;
A union's contribution
For daily distribution...
Had meant it as a surprise,
Twelve and Low Account should rise;
He'll argue it "No idea!"
With benign smiles mask real fear...
New seen Mafia films on jobs
That leave behind irate mobs;
Hancock trying to be smart
Ends up jolting Trusting Heart.
Sahafat kar magar asool Kay Saath,,
Baran baran crore Kay bunglay na bana,,
Qatil group Kay khilaf awaaz to utha,,
Haq Sach ko jhoot say na Mila....
Note.syed iqrar ul hassan shame on you....
The Human Eye, too, needs feeding,
The Screen, too, not Textbooks reading;
Things that translate into Thriller
Or-does it matter? – Time Filler
I myself would itch for Horror
And, if I can’t reach one, Terror:
Some eyes do die for The Mafia,
Some for Savages in Raffia.
What we see is Guessed Dilemma
Often waiting in Cinema
But aiming to mirror True Life
And Man serve as his guide in strife…
Later, The Pictures stop to move:
Just legs with vigor to prove;
Sound feet that should have to hurry
To catch some impatient lorry…
But some Ten Feet might not scramble,
Their owners seeming The Humble
Ready to hasty strides forget
And simply slide through Gentle Gate
It Theatre - Goers and A Tunnel
A Body of Water and Funnel.
Qatal kay armaan ansuaon me beh gay.
Qatal kay sapnay adhuray reh gay,
Qatal kay armaan ansuaon me beh gay..
Police ko supari day kar encounter karwanay wala
Encounter kay liye IG ki sifarshain dalwanay wala..
Eyes of The Baffled;
His voice he muffled,
Feet no more shuffled;
He had felt ruffled.
A friend has been killed:
An Ending long willed,
For he had been billed
And warned would be stilled,
If he would not say
When he would debts pay
‘Here Hell’ from Raffia:
A World-Wide Mafia;
One member Sophia
Cheating lovers fear!
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