I will show you what the F B I have now informed officially to everybody.!
The survivors unredacted life details
Those make this writes title, is that all? You May well ask of me.? There is more to
The point i raise.' If that is the situation?
How many then are the affected
humans in real
Total.? In this botched investigation? It must be very, very many.'l? And the bureau
Confirms they are ( indeed survivours ) if
So from what? and therefore whom? You
Know I beleive there has been connivance'
That their has been procedure unfair.' A
Reluctance; to bring the law to bear' though perpetrators were reported.'
To skullduggery some officials have resorted.' Unlawfull and mal-feac-iously so
I call for redress also, now immiediatley so!)
Article of Congress
Homekey apartment buildings destabilized by
state Assembly and staff
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#vcpublicdefender #venturapolice
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Case Files
Officer in construction site causes?
Injury of structure in perjury of location
Those articles are published and cannot
be legally retracted
Uppity dippitt missing econ man woman
Low grade gottas
Can't find night right
Around thousand oaks Newbury Park California
Little chance make female over come little
income able
Homekey homeless surplus fraud cause
Destabilized democracy
Eva Green Betrothed as Wept
Lady Sade
In the house of perjury and illness
The mind cannot process
The Hague
In ones lifetime
As the Hague is a pawn
You are upon earth, earth removes ash
The residue of wealth in war?
Cyclical Expanse
Expulsion of lives
Upon a great expanse of crescent
Unfertile, youthed
Explained
Retained in science
The endocrinologist is beneath all.
She withers her capture
Whispers of morning sun on wild distant hills
Lush green grass with dewdrops in the sweet Spring air
Wind ruffling the sea line and dresses with frills
Skinny dipping in cool fresh lakes if you dare!
The circle of life in the animal world
The symbolic flag of each country unfurled
The laughter of children enjoying each day
The thoughts of the Father as I start to pray
Injustice and perjury live in the air
The hustle and bustle that keeps you from sleep
How so many people just simply don't care
Of the violence and wars and people who weep
The tyrants who rule because they have money
Weather on days when it doesn't stay sunny
Intolerance of others just for their face
Indiff'rence of suffering due to one's race
Pivot
Perhaps we can
Prevent committing
Perjury if we can
Pivot away from
Prevarication long enough to
Posit the truth when
Presenting ourselves at traffic court
Hate is on the screen and page, satan is seething in righteous inversion at this
This stage; of our age.' In paroxyms with contortiions Another abomination he parades, will you bow down to the
Statu-te? By now no doubt its been printed and lauded in
'The Age?' Who devoid of empathy.' Could have envisaged
This sad day? my heart is crying, my mind reels; and my eyes are sore, at this 'evil in disguise' this is an attack on human expression' on the right to err, and learn' it will take
Lattitude from our children.' By this no respect is ever to be earned, may its instigators face correction at the very hand of
Fate! for they are supping from a cauldron with the content
Denial and denigrate' where will children find the
Lattitude? Where can love dialate? Not in this airless tomb
I offer.' Its the lowest of dis-service to the state.' For the truth
There now is perjury.? And free expression made a lie.' Art
Is dead for the soul has fled ' this is not the way to true freedom.' It is just more gilded lies.!
the air reeks of stale coffee and ink-stamped lies,
judges sit like smug kings,
smirking over lives they'll never live,
dismissing truth with a gavel's cough.
innocent men shuffle like cattle,
faces drawn, hands calloused from the grind—
plead guilty or rot waiting.
'justice, ' they call it,
while the lawyers get fat off their despair.
the court stenographer types it all up,
the lies, the twisted logic,
and the perjury sworn like gospel
under a fluorescent crucifix.
if you or I did what they do,
we'd be cuffed and carted off,
but they wear robes like armor,
cloaked in immunity,
proud in their manipulation,
gods of small, dirty kingdoms.
good men shrink in fear,
their courage ground down
by the grinding stone of this machine—
truth doesn't pay,
honor doesn't sell,
and doing the right thing
is the fastest way to lose.
Hillsborough,
where the guilty are freed
and the innocent are crushed,
where justice is just another game
rigged from the start,
Callused, without a true heart.
Don't plot intrigues
Others falsely
Fall back yourself.
Youth, having deserted them long ago, Tom and Sam
The octogenarians together formed an intimate league.
Every day, they would, meet at the country park in the evenings.
A ritual, they had religiously followed and enjoyed much.
One day Tom didn’t show up and Sam conjectured, he was unwell.
Sam felt anxious but suppressed his commotion inside.
As time moved on, Sam slowly grew reconciled to the fact,
That he had lost a bosom friend whom he would never again see.
But one day when Tom suddenly made his appearance at the park,
Sam asked what had happened to him, Tom replied calmly- “I had been in jail.” “Jail – What in the world for”?? Sam couldn’t hide his shock n’ wonder. Tom asked, “Don’t you remember the little waitress at the coffee shop?”
“Once having grown a little amorous, I had flirted with her for a little while,
But she filed a rape charge against me! At eighty-nine, I felt so proud,
That when I got into the court, I pleaded guilty, and that damn judge,
Gave me 30 days of imprisonment…. for…… PERJURY”!
Your sweet breaths and perfumes provoke so,
have I found love in this drift of circumstance?
DO you love me? If so, pray, swear it on the tireless sea,
whose thrashing cold, intemperate waters will last forever.
I swear it freely, on the sea, on breath, and on life itself
- may both be forfit should my vow prove shallow perjury.
As pronounced vows become curses, if they be lies,
truth only ripens, its harvest yielding the sweetest fruit
The old man flirted with barmaid- Marie
When she charged him of rape, felt no fury
Feeling proud, pleaded guilty
He wanted no pity
Sad, he was imprisoned for perjury
Not one more me and you's
the silence that layout in the open
reveals the unsaid truths
everything is broken
nothing left for love now stolen ...
Just another open-heart surgery
that tears apart my soul
that me and you lost in our perjury
making us cut apart from the whole
everything ends of a once me with you toll.
Pack your things as quickly as you can
the holiday is over
better to go now than then
wave goodbye over your shoulder
as we end, don't say it ever again, I'm no pushover.
Insult Added To Injury and Perjury
Trump was an insult added to injury,
And person who committed perjury;
A total insult,
Is final result,
And his imbecilic brain needs surgery.
Jim Horn
I cry in shower
Tears in the rain
Because it's the only thing that
Eases my pain.
It releases emotion
Of which there's an ocean
Bottled and stained.
I laugh as love
Falls from above
And litters my life with joy.
It's destiny
That plays with me
A dog with a chew toy.
I hurt as a man
Should
Who's alive and feels every injury.
I feel the crimson pain
As it traces through my veins
And laughter becomes perjury.
Yeah I will hurt as deeply as joy
For inevitable is my pain.
Let the tears fall
As echoes of laughter
Retaliate in my brain
Making foolishness of my suffering.
Stone of Nihilism
Stained glass lies
Colored shards of broken truth
Puzzle pieces arranged in
Sanctimonious expression
Designed to camouflage falsehoods
The perjury of Priests
Disguised deceit in windows of brilliant rainbow hues
Lighted by a sunlight of fraudulent confession
Hypocrisy designed with prismatic glass of fragile faith
Proudly hang in your Church of Shame
My single stone of Nihilism
Shatters the pigmented panes of your tinted atrocities
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