THREATS FROM CIRO GARGANO AND HIS PROSTITUTE JAMAICAN JHORE BREAKING INTO HOMES IN CYPRESS LAKES SEARCHING FOR MARRIAGE CERTIFICATES BIRTH CERTIFICATES VETERANS INFORMATION SADLY DD214 EXPOSED TO THIS CRIMINAL GROUP WE HAVE PLACED FRAUD ALERT ON OUR LIVES THIS EXTREME IDENTITY THEFT ATTACKS. BEGAN WITH ATTEMPTS TO MURDER ME JU THREATS DEMANDING I ALLOW A JAMAICAN ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS PROSTITUTE FROM CIRO GARGANO STABLE OF FLESH PEDDLERS PERPUTRTATE FRAUD UPON ME AND THE MILTARY ORDER OF THE PURPLE HEART IN ORDER TO EXTORT MY HUSBAND PURPLE HEART VALOR TO FEED TO CRIME BOSSES LIVING IN FLORIDA WITH NO HEALTHCARE NO DEALYOU CANNOT EXTORT MY IDENTITY I HAVE 8 CHILDREN I AM ON ALL THEIR BIRTH CERTIFICATES ******* YOUR JHORE NEEDS TO BACK OFF AND FLEE BACK TO JAMAICA LEAVE MY FAMILY ALONE WE ARE AMERICAN ITS TRULY SAD WATCHING SUCH TERROR UNFORLD UPON OUR MILTARY FAMILY LIVING HERE IN CYPRESS LAKES BELIEVING ITS SAFE AND ITS NOT HOME INVASIONS REKEYING SENIORS HOMES TO TAKE THIER INSURANCE POLICY WILLS MILITARY RECORDS TO FEED TO KILLERS HITMEN RETIRED HITMEN ATTACKING VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES NO DEAL THREATS BLACKMAIL NO DEAL WITH CIRO GARGANO AND HIS JHORES ISIS IDENTITY THIEVES
MY JAMAICAN TALIBAN IDENTITY THIEVES THERE WAS TONI JAMAICAN JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY SEATED WITH DELITA BERNICE PENNY AKA JULIE PENNY A JAMAICAN TALIBAN FEMALE DRUG CARTEL FROM LIVERPOOL PRISON TO CANADA TO WEST PALM BEACH HOUSING A WIDE RANGE OF IDENTITY POCKET OF NOTHINGNESS CRAVING MY DEATH THROUGH TAMPA GENERAL HOSPITAL DATA BREACH NO FEAR OF JAMAICAN MURDERS SUGAR CANE PEDDLERS HACKING INTO MEDICAL INFORMATION SHAME ON YOU GIRL I DIDN'T FEAR YOUR SCUM WHEN YOU ARRIVED WITH YOUR GUNMAN I CERTAINLY DON'T FEAR DELITA BERNICE PENNY AKA JULIE PENNY LIVERPOOL CONVICTED FELON 9 YEARS SMUGGLING DRUGS FROM CANADA TO ENGLAND BACK TO PATTERSON NEW JERSEY DRUG SMUGGLERS JAMAICAN MULES.MULES STINKING MULES STEALING AMERICAN IDENTITIES TO FUND YOUR NETWORK OF FRAUD DATA BREACHES JAMAICAN TALIBAN CULT ICE WILL REMOVE YOUR OPERATION FROM WEST PALM BEACH BACK TO THE WEST INDIES
GOD BLESS AMERICA
Old peddler wanted a new home design.
He hired Mable, a decorator, and all was fine.
Until she decided to redecorate him too.
I don’t want to change he said, I am ninety-two.
Mable was forceful, she did not hear the word no.
She took lots of his money, and created some woe.
He sits outside his house now, for it reminds him of her.
A bossy overbearing woman, who felt like a bur.
Ma and Pop
pop and ma
the small needle
the big darn.
Little shop of peddlers
first to be robbed,
accused of being
gougers.
Ma wants to move to Florida,
pa wants to expand
the jerky sticks shelving.
Locals know them,
they shop with Ma & Pop
because their near -
they sell beer.
First to go the way
of the dodo,
last to hang around
backs against the wall
old and shaky,
filling in the blanks
in our coloring books.
Cave Kellers and Dig Wellers
David J Walker
Christians that go to hell
will have one
Hell of a story to tell
In the
Nick of time but no place to
Dwell among tent dwellers the
Cave kellers the dig
Wellers the rhyme
Travelers the street
Sellers and day
Sailors the night
Failures the pay
Traders the flesh
Peddlers the time
Piddlers the mind
Benders the fence
Minders the prime
Lenders the crime
Numbers the prince
Paupers the door
Stoppers the bargain
Shoppers the grass
Hoppers old teeny
Boppers and hogg
Sloppers with chart
Toppers and good
Coppers and hoola-
Hoopers and party
Poopers and hot
Peppers and self
Checkers and fat
Backers with back
Packers of heart
Stoppers and flip
Floppers and hot
Flappers and splish
Splashers and party
Crashers and hot
es and bad
Bastards
Christians that go to hell
will have no one to blame
in the hottest of flame
But one hell of a story
to tell
On Hollywood Boulevard
Grohman’s Chinese theater, The Walk Of Fame
Awestruck, frantic crowds tromp down the street
A swirl of accents divulge from whence they came
Myth and stark truth clash but rarely meet
A boulevard of tinsel, tourist mecca anointed
Foreign visitors now the sole true attraction
All a hyped-up charade, but no disappointment
Quiet on the set, lights cameras, action!
Remove tourists, hustlers, the Marilyn Museum
Costumed crusaders and peddlers of kitsch
And Hollywood is now just a mausoleum
To a cinematic history dynamic and rich
Just one district out of L.A.’s forty-two
Multi-ethnic, working class, urban blight
Yet in the hearts of dreamers passing through
It remains the movie land of sheer delight
8/1/22
6th Place
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
“he astringed a vein in the loquacious tongue
- triggered plunger syringe needle and zaz...-
now see how this psychedelia is fleeting
and the silent world that in rainbows dissolves”
when and if you wanted to hide
the stings or dreams were like this
[this being one of other inapparent ways
to inoculate narcotics]
(people actually don't know
the paths of a map if they don't walk it)
people who are absent from themselves
lost by electronic platforms
inept and inania
ignore their core
because the organism stretches
as if all the members were
octopuses tentacular stems
but the world today is disenchantment
we are nanotragedy in microcosm
peddlers prostrate on ancestral rocks
mere distracted reptiles
disguised
dissolute
dysmorphic
dysphoric
dyslexics
distant.
I have seen the black face of his Kenyan father
With whom he didn’t go farther:
an absolutely Black Papa
Describing not the Diaspora Rappa,
His loudest trumpets for Jomo,
As Barak’s nearly were for The Homo:
Safer A self –reclaiming returnee
Than an ever groping escapee:
Better Kenya’s social leper
Than an American on paper
And heard have I of his unique white mama,
Who wouldn’t the flame surrender to coma,
Rockier getting than Nigerian’s Zuma
And quite the cougar of America’s Puma…
All that for fanciful catchers of History
And zestful peddlers of exciting mystery,
For say it I still
A-top our tallest hill:
The guy was all along full American,
To his boxers so, less Republican
His returns of cheers completely Un African
Ascents of staircases for the Mexican
His oscillating heard during speeches
Electric fan-perfect, no breaches…
Abort this try to find out
And –please- don’t fail to shout:
Ex-president Barrack Hussein
Lost only to the American smoking sin.
When this gift is given, does it strike fear into the hearts of the Peddlers of Perdition?
The Peddlers, what will they sow in the hearts of humanity once the gift is given?
Are the illusions they give, trap the naive into not accepting this wonderful gift?
Will they soil this gift with words of deceit?
Is this Gift to all our salvation?
The touch of this small gift, will it enlighten and awaken us in unity of love?
Does the gift enlightens the many by loving examples through sacrifice?
Am I the gift, small and insignificant that no one sees?
Who is this gift given in this time of need?
I
here lie the remains of savior-imposters
lots of canned answers from textbooks
they knew: peace & reconciliation will be their ruin
so, divorce or hate, were prolonged a tad
shrinks who didn't show you peace and reconciliation ...
until you'd paid their bank loan first!
II
here lie the greedy bones of quacks (OK, not quite)
like Sigmund Freud their father, for eyes: "holes"
That saw the complex world through sexual roles
Just like horoscope peddlers, these too got it right -
generally - who has use for generalities with abortion?
Crumble
brothels sprout
flesh peddlers collect their fees
selling daughters
in twos and threes
Lopez or Diaz
lazy or defiant
escaped
in polluted lagoons
the virus spreads
Dancing with the dead
priests absolve the devils
in their mist
Pilar sold her virginity
for a few bars of gold
wrapped in an old ladies hatred
she murdered her vows
Mexico is a land of smiles
the knife only glints
in the Aztec sun
as they bury you
after eating your heart
Walk away.
Walk away from the fear
Walk away from the insults
Walk away from the peddlers of mirage
From sycophants
From false promises
Carrots on a stick.
Don't sell your time
Don't still your soul
Don't offer memories
To tyrants
To vampires
To loss and threats.
Not every deal is worth your consideration
Not every kind face represents a kind heart
Not every courtesy requires courteous response.
Sometimes, earning respect means honoring commitments
And you stay.
More often, it means you recognize a bad situation
And walk away.
soak up the side streets of Montmartre,
Paris, Pigalle on Boulevard de Clichy
class less art combusts then drips
- street beggars & tourists cant
writer Rubbish pastes lace traceries
ala mode decoupaging decay
his cut-paper layers grace anoint
no longer anonymous walls
stencilist C215’s “simply a cat”
defies sourpusses not to smile—see
heaven art yes art with style
the banality of poverty held at bay
pureed souffléd life wolfed-down
colors synced
spray-cannoned Lothario’s like David Walker
entrance Picasso’s on the brink,
Romani-hearted paint peddlers
of the Republique
- street beggars & tourists cant
Thom Thom’s décollage rip-cuts
the billboard scene titillates the unseen
—culture-lovers—can-canned Lautrec’s
bedded with Che Guevara politics
come tilt with the masse
come play your part
in Montmartre
near Pigalle on Boulevard de Clichy
where wicked pissers defy
cliché
First Published in Clockwise Cat January 2015
Hasidim, Chinese, Spanish
Many residents of the area
fall into these categories
The streets are alive with memories
of pushcarts, peddlers, politics
The people of the Lower East Side today
revel in their history
You can get a great bialy, great egrolls, or
"arroz con pollo" in the area
Men sit out on benches playing dominoes
Children run happily under fountains
Scholars study in the House of Sages
When darkness covers the area,
lovers kiss under the streetlamps
As I head to my home on the Lower East Side
I feel touched by the magic
that has made this area famous
Intoxicating sweat of misfits
Consuming your glowing banners
Robbing free information from the mansions
Settled silently in a tight space
Peddling sympathy, logic, and fate
I'm a poor boy with a dull toy
Don't penalize me for your mistakes
Dont enslave me with syrup dripping pancakes
In the heart of trivial bull*****mounds
The purest hounds will release their chains
Echoing dreams from raw sound chambers
With my megaphone blatantly displayed
Ill funnel the furry
Of this generations dead mercenaries
Those corporate baffled cocktail parties
What else to steal the banquet
Gossip peddlers employing
Data mining technicians
All the drama of man versus woman
Ensemble- nature has a date
With destiny
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