Flakes of ashes brushed off,
From a face that aches of dust caught,
The departed days go unnoticed from the keyhole it peeks,
The "authority" goes by to sleep, if only it could speak,
Petrified by them, they say,
The ones who doze off through these, hurled with dismay,
Pillars in construction dropped off for hostile strikes to take place,
Harsh bombs, an arm extended in support from the gaze,
But to whom? the offenders who blitzes raids with no sign of ceasing,
To quickly exterminate the problem known as "citizens",
Citizens, the people flourishing in the land, with jobs, future and family,
They have hopes and dreams too, a bright tomorrow that they could relish,
All they wished for was to stay, not to partake in this misery play,
The lost and afraid, the scene unwraps to a brutal display,
I hope the gaze moves onto the ones in fray,
Despicable us, all we can do is pray.
The draft-dodgers who fled and even more
Deserters who abandoned their posts
These are the real heroes of war
They’ve paid their personal costs
Their names will never be known
No obelisks will be erected
Their very existence will be forlorn
Otherwise scorned and rejected
They knew they would be slandered
But by saving their own lives,
They gave the answer to their offenders
Let’s flee, despite of being despised
It’s a senseless slaughter for false ideals
Of politicians with high morality
To whom people’s lives aren’t a big deal
Who dream about their own immortality
Let their faithful armchair analysts snap
They never fight wars only talk a lot
Patriotism fits well with a nap
One snore away from the hot spot.
THE GANGSTER DISCIPLE TREATY FREE LARRY HOOVER MOVEMENT BEGAN TO SOUND OFF THROUGHOUT THE PRISON SYSTEMS IN THE MIDWEST INCLUDING THE WOMANS PRISON IN WISCONSIN HOUSING REPEAT SEVERE VIOLENT OFFENDERS AS DEATHROW INMATES PREPARIING FOR PARDONS EARLY RELEASES OR COMMUTED SENTENCES AS TRUMP COMMUTED FOUNDER LARRY HOOVER FEDERAL MULTIPLE LIFE PRISON COMMUTED TO 200 YEARS FOR THE MURDERS THIS SENT THE PRISON SYSTEM INTO A FRENZY FOR CORRUPTION GANG RELATED LAW ENFORCEMENT PROVIDING RIOT GEAR TO GANG LEADERS IN ORDER TO STAND OFF WITH FBI AGENTS KILLING INFORMANTS I AM REMINDED OF MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI JUNK SICK COPS WORKING SECURITY FOR GANGS IMAGINE HOW TERRORISTS MIMIC AMERICAN GANGS A SYSTEM THAT TEACHES FORIEGNERS HOW TO HARM AMERICANS THROUGH ORGANIZED CRIME CORRUPTION I WILL NEVER FEAR 1 HOOVER LANE WEARING A BADGE WORKING FOR GANG LEADERS INCLUDING SEVERE REPEAT VIOLENT OFFENDERS UCAN2 CORRUPTION AT ITS FINEST ACTUALLY REPRESENTING THE GANGSTER DISCIPLES OPENING A PASSAGEWAY FOR TERRORISTS RATHER WW1 WW11 WW111 ORGANIZED CORRUPTION CONTROLLING TERROISM ON AMERICAN SOIL GROWTH AND DEVELOPMENT OF ABUSE OF POWER
The bloodshot moon merged into the dark, hazy night.
People wandered aimlessly, avoiding a fight.
A sultry bar still open, dispensing hard stuff.
Bootleggers were abundant till the game got rough.
A man sat in a corner observing the scene,
The boozers drank too much like goblins dark of mien.
The quiet man went to a phone booth and whispered,
The platoon was ready, their commands were answered.
A large police squad arrested the offenders,
All were fined, and none offered any false contenders.
Did they learn their lesson and mend their wicked ways?
Go to nearby villages and consider their days.
Stand cold 3 AM on work line, slighted, famished, impoverished, vanished, faded, hungry.
Long walk down Cliff Avenue hill, US Highway, dissecting sides of Sioux.
Hard day labor, sex offenders, hardened convict, roll down production line.
Here I am, college degree, communication binge drink, division one university in Brookings, America.
Capanelle visible 15 miles north on 90.
Piece work calendars, and walking after George Floyd in Sioux Falls.
A night of gunshots, shots.
Riot at Empire Mall, stolen rifles, gun store Grange Avenue.
Tires littered Otter River, drought, water under a foot.
The cool breeze paints Josh Moore, tobacco papers, comic book background.
Federal courthouse a mile south, lady judge United States.
“Born in the USA.”
OPERATION FALLEN BEGAN AFTER SEVERAL CORRUPT COPS SELLING DRUGS FOR GARGANO ACTUALLY BECAME JUNK SICK JEOPARDIZING HIS CRIME FAMILY HE ACTUALLY PAID CORRUPT OFFICERS TO SEND GOOD INCORUPTIBLE OFFICERS INTO WAR ZONES BECAUSE HE ACTUALLY HIRED ABUSE OF POWER TO ALLOW EARLY RELEASE FOR HIS PERSONAL LIST OF REPEAT SEVERE VIOLENT OFFENDERS REACHING OVER ONE HUNDRED SEVERE VIOLENT OFFENDERS MEANWHILE THESE OFFICERS ARE DUMB FOUNDED FEARING FOR THEIR LIVES FINALLY MURDERED BY FRIENDLY FIRE MEANWHILE THE ONE HUNDRED REPEAT SEVERE VIOLENT OFFENDERS RECIEVE EARLY RELEASES AND FREE DUSNEY PASSES THE GAMES OF ORGANIZED CRIME CORRUPTION CROSSING OVER RICO VIOLALTIONS COMPLETE CRIME AND PUNISHMENT FOR INCORRUPTIBLE OFFICERS FBI INFORMANTS I WOLL NEVER EVER FEAR ABUSE OF POWER EXCESSIVE BULLYING ORGANIZED CRIME AND CORRUPTION WORKING FOR THE GARGANO CRIME FAMILY OVER ARSON MURDER OF 9 ELDERLY PERSONS GOD BLESS ALL THE FALLEN GOD BLESS AMERICA
The field
of forgiveness
accepts
seeds of regret
to merge
with seeds of hurt
hoping
to bloom new starts
The pain
of wrongs that stab
heals with
the words "I'm sorry"
The angst
felt by offenders
grows calm
with "you're forgiven"
So mend
the fractured hearts
in life's
field of forgiveness
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.
I truly feel sorry for the Gargano
crime family that your only means
of support was through harming
me embezzling racketeering my
traumatic brain injury claim
intimidating identity fraud
impersonating me attempting
to extort my American poetry
my god I feel sad for your family
you're no Sammy the bull you need
my identity for medical treatment
after faking your death the funds
ran out and here we are i can't help
you I'm disabled I can't support your
dealers and killers your violent offenders
seeking early release this makes me so sad
organized crime and corruption should
support all members when they reach
a certain age unable to bring scores
to the table the five families should
open the books stop threatening me
Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
One girl grassed him up and the cops came along
And then he sang a quite different song
It was all consensual, he said, and harmless fun.
The boys in blue just shrugged and ran him in.
Now Sir mopes alone in his cold dark cell.
All that fun has consigned him to his time in hell
To his unending and abiding shame
The sex offenders' register now carries his name
STOP SENDING ME TERRORIST THREATS YOU WERE HIRED TO IMPERSONATE ME AND COMMIT FRAUD WISEGUYS ARSON MURDER CIRO GARGANO HIS BROTHER PETER GARGANO WHO FAKED THEIR DEATH TO PAY OFF CORRUPTION AS BOB MARLEY WOULD SAY SKANKNESS BACK OFF STOP CORRUPTION DATA BREACH HACKING IDENTITY FRAUD INSURANCE FRAUD MAIL FRUAD WIRE FRAUD CYBER BULLYING I WILL NEVER FEAR DOMESTIC TERRORIST IN AMERICA JAHORE IN A WHITE TAHOE YOU ATTEMPTED TO EXTORT MY AMERICAN POETRY YOU ATTEMPTED TO ASSASINATE ME BECAUSE I WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM CORRUPTION TO INSURE ASSAULT WEAPONS NEVER EVER END UP IN THE WRONG HANDS JAMAICAN WOMEN WEARING RED DREADLOCKS CARRYING GUNS POINTING 9MM AT MY TOWNHOME DOORS BY GODS GRACE YOUR HITMAN WAS KILLEDVAT MY FEET TAKING DOWN PROFESSIONALLY JUST LIKE TRUMPS ASSASSIN MEXICAN ASUMANDEZ SOLTERO VIOLENT OFFENDERS WOMEN WITH BUTCHER KNIVES BLOOD WAS EVERYWHERE MY PRAYERS ARE WITH DONALD TRUMP MY WORK WITH THE FBI UNDER THE BRADY BILL STOP ASSASINATING AMERICANS INCLUDING CONFIDENTIAL HUMAN SOURCES I WILL NEVER EVER FEAR YOU GOD BLESS THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
African poem By Nwachukwu Victor
In darkness of the empty Night
Afraid and shaking because there’s no light
There I sat upon the edges of the height
Deep in the shadows I saw a knight
Brave,Beautiful with the courage and Might
For my sake she is ready to Fight
She took out her sword
And without a word
I knew she was the Hero of my world
When I’m hurt with tears, she becomes a lioness
And my offenders, she throws into the wilderness
She carries me in her arms
Where I know that There’s no harm
For she protect me with her she’ll
With Her, I die well
Purr jump,land-rattle purr
influction question tail sunny zest of purre
charmier' tailcurlers wanting something more (a finger, a box, of growl-worthy-meat?)
discriminating shoppurred gamers purrimal friskers-offenders purrfection at the door, naughty entertainer offender, repeat
Mocking the dead, is that a thing?
How many ways can one be disrespecting?
Laws that cause offenders to be free?
Rape kits that exist only to be not breached.
Little lies and big divides of right and wrong genocide.
Our forefathers could not ever predict
We would be as disrespectful as this.
Ancestors bones surely roll like river
As the wicked become powerful while weak lips quiver
Fowl language and worse ethics morale and actions
Political powers that endorse for private satisfaction.
Mocking the dead what about the little kids
Who inherit the earth in the shape of it
We enjoyed youth clean air and water
And dirty it up for son and daughter.
Looking back only with limited views
Erasing the truth of ill will and abuse
A country started by taking from the natives
Blended into a melting pot of many races
Mocking the dead playing music head like fiddler
Warming the red bed of fire for Hitler
Are we so pompous we can never admit faults
Until it is too late and we too are lost?
Written 9/21/23 For Mocking The Dead Contest
Sponsor Silent One
My Thoughts On
Smash & Grab
Miracle Man
8-15-2023
Some big cities now enforce a change in their law,
which allows an enclave to freely smash and grab.
What offenders deserve is some “Shock and Awe”,
but lawmakers have chosen meaningless confab.
They allow hoodlums to freely take from another,
they smash and grab things that have cash appeal.
Their chosen way of life is to take from some other,
and what they can’t bum they’re willing to steal.
Must decent people live and work in constant fear?
Because some other can’t or won’t earn their pay.
Daily cries go out but the disinterested don’t hear,
They should do their jobs or get out of the way.
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