In my life, the king of terrors is doubt
Leaving me marks of stressed countenance-pout
Robbing the joy my heart strives to shout out
With its skeptical sneer and mocking clout.
Terrorizing most, doubt breaks me apart
Attacking resilience of strong jumpstart
Letting me feel down, though I know I’m smart
With its frustrating blow and striking dart.
Behind my serene glow, doubt lurks to show
Spreading rumors of sorrow’s painful woe
Hindering winning smiles for blessings’ flow
With its gloomy news and bad tomorrow.
Against perseverance, doubt works indeed
Crushing my persistence toward fall’s breed
Stopping triumphant soar upon need’s creed
With its unbelief-seed and shame-filled greed.
Now, winning from doubt’s adversarial test
I must trust truth of best triumphant quest
Vanquishing deceit and falsity’s zest
With faith in God Who can conquer doubt’ pest.
Forest and Dove
Artist: Max Ernst
Turn on the Lights
White of his eye, orange nose, black bird.
Blue sky flying high above the dark forest.
Scenery is haunting; like the kid’s movie “Coraline.”
Disturbing, the feeling of being lost in the forest.
Nightmare of trees depicted as serrated teeth.
(Hansel and Gretel in a cage) dove’s bars behind him.
Is he free, can he flee; will the bars surround him?
The woods, towering like skyscrapers, tight
in the frame; childhood claustrophobia, intense.
The full-bodied bird appears to be caught
“in the headlights,” like a deer taken aback.
Tenebrous green and rust brown, skeleton stature;
shadowy beasts bullying, stalking, terrorizing.
I can’t turn away. My eyes take in the scenery.
No matter how small the canvas, the ink
seeps into my brain, driving me mad in the night.
Surreality; reality of the young and very old.
Skin felt the pain
While playing a peaceful golfing game
Challenging the course’s blister campaign
Terrorizing the toe
Forcing a temporary surgical sew
Oh
No
To keep this show
On the go
They must know
Basic health care
Not to scare
Removing infected nail
Transporting remains towards the waste management pail
Bloody and red
Now dead
Left as trash
Above the fairway grass
Next to Frank’s Furter
Who was murdered
After pork barrel spending
And over lending
Worth commending
Pending
Cooking the links
Hearing what others think
About another medical review
Of the pinkie one too
Country club house bound
And the parfect round
No bogeys in sight
Feeling right
Since all has healed
Closing the deal
Without a squeal
Or scream
From the green
Manicured and pristine
Ready for a four-day dream
When I am older I will be a ninja warrior
Sneaking into old folk’s homes in the evening
Maybe even during their naps in the afternoon
I will make angry guttural noises
Throw my weight around
I will carve up their curtains and their lamp shades
Jump up and down on their beds
Terrorizing and terrifying them
Nurses will have to chase me out
When I am older
massive masedonic mountain lion
quietly attempts to conceal herself
she is out of her comfort zone now
merely seeking food and a mate
captured on an evening video camera
unaware she is terrorizing a small town
residents do not realize she is now a state away
Once upon a Witch full thought
Deceit and hate on her mind
An Evil Wicked Witch living in Witchcraft Manor planning to terror on everyone
Turning human into Evil toads for the Witches bidding
The Wicked Witch had been terrorizing all the citizens in Fernwick Center
Citizens who were humble and thankful
Happy people in family togetherness and love
The Evil Witches wanted to change good into bad
Determined to reign and turn people into her slaves
Punishment detail came to people that didn’t behave
Into the hot pot cook
Serving to her liking and taste
Scare rang through the air in shook
Casting all kinds of incantations causing fear
Darkness that came even though it was day
Total atmosphere change that the Wicked Witch could control
Spell here and there
Eventually everywhere
Promises
Designated to follow through
Nothing new
Attempt to pursue
One day, the Wicked Witch herself will be thrown into a pot being the stew and concluding with a slew.
Diverse race, religion, sex, gender, caste and creed We are,
Despite that, We have come together so far.
Every God tells us to live alongside,
Yet We let even the minute difference push us away from each other wide.
Chasing power and not harmony,
We have not yet learnt from the lessons taught to us by Germany.
In killing and terrorizing some nations take pride,
The blood keeps flowing but has never dried.
Our silence is the cause of suffering,
Yet We are engrossed in our phones despite our minds buffering.
We are like a beautiful bird with different colours of feather,
Why can’t We keep aside the differences and come together?
Wars and bloodshed must cease,
If not, will our children know the meaning of peace?
Every life on this planet is worth and must not be played with like a toy,
We aspire to cry together basking in the tears of joy.
Every atrocity will be, by Him, accounted for,
Humanity can only win by losing the war.
ready for the fourth
such loud angry fireworks
terrorizing dogs
pop pop bang bang bang
instilling ptsd
nightmare for soldiers
TRULY SAD ABUSE OF POWER GATHER THEE UNDESIRABLE BEINGS ON THE SPECTRUM TO COMMIT THEE ULTIMATE BY BREAKING AND ENTERING TRESPASSING SEARCHING THROUGH VETERANS HOMES CRUSHING AMERICAN FLAGS FOR THEE OUTFIT OF SCUM ON EARTH MY PRAYERS ARE WITH THE CAPO CIRO GARGANO HIDING OUT FAKING HIS DEATH HIDING BEHIND UNDESIRABLE BEINGS ON THE SPECTRUM FUNNY RIGHT JEFFERSON ALABAMA BACH OFF ABUSE OF POWER STOP TERRORIZING DISABLED FAMILIES SEVERE ABUSE OF POWER BULLIES AN AUTISTIC YOUNG MAN TO TRESPASS WITH INTIMIDATION AND FEAR HIS UP COMING TRESPASSING ARREST OUT ON BOND HE ARRIVES SHAKING FORCED TO WORK FIR ABUSE OF POWER BELIEIVING HES GOING TO PRISON FOR A 300 DOLLAR BOND HE TRESPASSING EXPOSE DOCUMENTS TO CIRO GARGANO AND HIS ABUSE OF POWER STARTLING TAMPERING WITH DISABLED FAMILY AN ENTIRE FAMILY ALL ON THE SPECTRUM MANIPULATION INTIMATION BADGERING TERRORIZING FBI INFORMANTS DISABLED VETERANS DISABLED AMERICAN FAMILY
providers
mothers provided homelessness
to get a job
and now
walk the streets, terrorizing men
what do we do
well you kill people
so you can go shopping
it is called shopping addiction
and little boys and girls who you hate
die in the receipts of your smile
you don't see, but we get abused
by the freedom we have
as you grow and multiply
the fat gross arms come flying
mouth flapping
disgust in your eye shadow
exhausting demons of news
desert mules trampling slaves
men fought this civil war, under many titles
so the gold and silver and logos of banking
would never touch our graves
and the beasts stampede, ugly and weak
blind justices of empty delivery
abandoned mirrors covered in shame
Everywhere
I look, I see you. You are
perfect. The same from every
angle, yet you can be many things,
the giver of life, the supplier of all energy.
Life itself follows your pattern, over and
over, round and round. You are in the
colorful, fragrant offerings of lovers. I look
into your shimmering blue and fall in love,
falling inside and down, down, down,
disappearing. I see you in the sky at night,
and grow wild, and howl, terrorizing a
city. I take you for a ride and end up
where I started. Everywhere
I look, I see you. You are
perfect.
SEVERE DATA BREACH USED BY THE AMERICAN MAFIA CONTROLLING ABUSE OF POWER THANK GOD FOR RICK SCOTT FOR CONTACTING THE FBI OVER THE SEVERE DATA BREACH AT TAMPA GENERAL HOSPITAL SYSTEM WHERE PERER GARGANO AND MY IMPOSTER JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY ACCESSING INFORMANT FILES TERRORIZING AMERICANS INCLUDING SEVERE DATA BREACHES CYBER ATTACKS ON NATIONAL PUBLICBDATA BILLIONS OF AMERICANS INFORMATION SOLD ON A DARK WEB NATIONAL SECURITY TOTALLY AT RISK THIS BEGAN WITH THE MAFIA ATTEMPTS TO EXTORT MY AMERICAN POETRY THREATS EXTORTING MY LIVELY HOOD MY HEALTHCARE EXPLOITING MY IDENTITY AS A CONFIDENTIAL HUMAN SOURCE FBI INFORMANT FINALLY ARRIVING WITH ASSASINS TO ASSASINATE ME LEADING TO THE MAFIA HITMAN PETER GARGANO IGNITING A CAR BOMB IN MY FACE EMBEZZLING PERSONAL INJURY CLAIM ON MY BEHALF FUNDING DETROIT MAFIOSOS DEARBORN MICHIGAN DETROIT MICHIGAN
Domestic Terrorists
corrupt officers
Mc kissick niece
attacking innocent
persons stop sending
Terrorists threats fraud
waste scum bullying
terrorizing blowing up
vehicles seated with the
arson murderer of
nine persons Ciro Gargano
actually blew up my skull
with a car bomb because I
wore wires pregnant for
the FBI buying weapons
and drugs from junk sick
corrupt officers severe
repeat violent ofenders
ARSON MURDERER OF 9 INC.
A terrorizing bang had my heart take a giant gulp.
I sat for a second, waiting for the next bang.
Is the word ending?
I ran outside to see
All the lights in the neighborhood went out
With a whistle and a whizzing sound
We saw them flip off all at once
It was dark now, no stars or street lights
What would happen next?
I expected stormtroopers to march up to me
I figured we would all be shot in the dark
No witnesses because none of us could see anything
There was a bit of rain, but it was not loud any more.
Sat in a porch chair, feeling alone and compromised.
We did not have electricity for four hours.
Discovered later that lightning had struck a transformer.
Silver bullets have no eyes
They care not who is hit
American schools where bullets fly
Terrorizing the staff and kids
The shooter often a kid as well
This time he is a 14 year old
His father arrested headed to jail
How much about his child did he know
The photo they splash on the tv
Of a blonde haired student teen
Surely a nightmare who could dream
So tender of age to be so mean
Two teachers two students gone forever
Killed by a teen with gun access
Families torn apart love is severed
How can you not feel distressed
As prayers go up we look now
To the parents of this young man
What reasons in his life will be found
That he would cause death with his hand
His mother surely feels regret
Obviously he was deeply disturbed
The nation again is utterly upset
Gun violence hits a sensitive nerve
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