Stolen Poems

MY HUSBAND 101 AIRBOURNE SCREAMING EAGLES MY HERO AND I EMBRACE STOLEN VALOR UPON US

WE CATER TO ONE ANOTHER MORE DURING THESE HARSH TIMES OF EMOTIONAL CRUELTY ACTUALLY TWO WHOLE YEARS WHEN IT STARTED AGAIN STALKERS THREATENING MY LIFE AFTER A FAILED ASSASINATION ATTEMPT ON MY LIFE SEVERE IDENTITY FRAUD FROM A COMPLETE CONSPIRACY OF CORRUPTION BITTER WITH ME FOR WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND

STOLEN VALOR CRUEL AND VERY CRIMINAL INTENT 101 AIRBORNE SCREAMING EAGLES

STOP STOLEN VALOR AGAINST DISABLED WAR HEROS AND THEIR FAMILIES MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND MY WONDERFUL WAR HERO EXPERIENCING A HORROR NO MILITARY FAMILY SHOULD EVER ENDURE AFTER SEVERAL BREAK INS HOME INVASIONS RIPPING DOCUMENTS FROM VIETNAM DEVESTATION COMPLETE DEVESTATION CALMING HIM AFTER RETURNING FROM MY OWN HEART DOCTOR I IN COMPLETE AFIB HEART RACING HE

The cells of a woman long gone

Consent.
Break it and your punished
Usually,
That's how the story goes
That's the way it's supposed to go

The hippocratic oath.
Ethics. Principles. Confidentiality.
A promise. A vow. A pledge
Beyond race
Beyond gender 
Beyond sexuality
An oath against inequality 
That's how it is to be taken 
That how its supposed to be took 

But what if?
What if those blinded by power decide to

FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ILLINOIS AND STOLEN VALOR

MY LIFE IS IN DANGER I BEGAN WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI SFTER SPECIAL LEROY HEIMBACH SPECIAL AGENT ALAN KING INFORMED ME THAT CIRO GARGANO KILLED 8 PEOPLE IN A FIRE MY CHILDREN AND I IN DANGER THAT BEGAN IN A TAILOR SHOP I'VE RETIRED I AM NO LONGER AN INFORMANT HERE'S THE THING

STOLEN VALOR

MADNESS AND FEAR AT BAY AS MY FAMILY WITHSTAND THE TOTAL OVERALL EFFECTS THAT STOLEN VALOR HAS CAUSED THIEVES INVADED OUR HOME SEARCHING FOR MY WAR HERO MEDALS DOCUMENTS TO IMPERSONATE HIM IN WASHINGTON DC KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS CONVENTION THIS HAS CAUSE HIM GREAT STRESS WE ARE BOTH DEVASTATED BY THIS CRUEL ACT HORRID IMPACT

AI Panacea Or Pain

A human writer needs,
to think and many times rewrite their work.
We put our heart,
creativity and imagination into each piece we write.
AI has stolen,
the creativity and imagination from writers.
The human writer is the true creator,
creator from their human heart.
AI is the great copier,
because they have No heart to write with.
I write for the reader,
I am a human

The Gaza’s Stolen Childhood

Every forty-five minutes, thirty children vanish—
not into memory, but into blood and rubble.
The soil of Gaza drinks the tears of mothers,
while those in power sip wine behind closed doors.

This is not war.
It is business—
and crime is its most profitable currency.

Why should we entrust justice to those who profit from injustice?
Why should we plead with architects

Time lost is actually time stolen

He was barely an adult when he was entered into the system
He was an educated law abiding citizen
But due to the fact he was black
It was sympathy they lacked
He faxed a lifetime of imprisonment 
And an impending death penalty 
All because he was at the wrong place at the wrong time 
His only crime
Was being

Refurbished Tears

"The darkened sky stole my tears"
Leaving me empty of ebony despair 
Fears fall like amber autumn leaves
Bravery is braided in my somber soul

Whispers of denim denial from 
Cursed child serve as warning
Lunge forward or sink in the earth
Food only for beasts and worms 

Or be a light despite fright
Turn into the brightest energy 
Conjuring courage

Stolen good-bye

The silence, filled with whispers of turbulence
Crashed against the tide of an ephemeral moment
Perhaps fate has a strange way of entwining chaos 
And we're meant to tie its loose ends with muddy hands

The affinity to tangle even the simplest ties
Is perhaps what's most befuddling
Yet I stand here
Pondering on this connection-
With our fitted glances and stolen

Stolen Nights

Dawn crosses itself through my latenight dreams
The bruised fingers of the skies, me awakening.

Where light was spotted before the start
This gray uncoils from my fist, squeezed with my heart.

Now the breakdown of once shut eyes strain
Dawn is called true daybreak — 

With another outward far off shine
She's only ghost according to clockwork time

Morning on glass

Stolen

A withered hand,his body frail 

Where once formidable strength

had been,

He still had a cast iron will,

but there was so much 

that stroke had stolen 

By: J.N.R Dutton

Stolen Dreams - Not Unwell

In your eyes a spark still survives
A place where your dreams flies
With your hand, mind and heart
Created a sweet that was art

One fateful day you questioned the books
To find honey mouthed partner a crook
The trust your partner did swear to abide
Was stealing your dreams, a grin did hide

Heart heavy with sorrow, your trust torn apart
The

Protection vs Stolen

For a consecutive 6 weeks,
You helped a project of "putting the lipsticks on the pig".
Has the fence not damaged by the strangers, 
We would not have worked together.
You helped keeping me safe from outsiders,
Prevent people invading into my living quarters,
But, you had stolen the key to my heart's locker,
Made me seeing the fence as a

Stolen childhood

Did I get dropped out the sky or floated to the surface
Was I sent up in a elevator from the underground 
I have never seen pictures of myself as a newborn or infant
No baby stories about baby milestones dislikes or like
Told, my cry sounded as if I had a bell on my tongue
No baby stories

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