SORRY JAY TOWNSEND HENRY YOU NEED TO CONTACT THE OVAL OFFICE AN ASK TRUMP IF YOU COULD IMPERSONATE HIS FAMILY MEMBERS HERE IN AMERICA I AM QUITE SURE HE WILL REMIND YOU THAT IMMIGRANTS CAN NOT IMPERSONATE AMERICANS AND THEIR FAMILY MEMBERS CONTACT SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND YOUR SPONSOR AND SEE IF YOU COULD BECOME HER JAY BRAND JAY HEIMBACH OR PERHAPS ONE OF CIROS DAUGHTERS BECAUSE YOU WILL NEVER EVER EXTORT MY IDENTITY HERE IN AMERICA THEREFORE CRAWL BACKWARDS TO MARTHA BRAE RIVER YOUR HOME IN JAMAICA YOU ARE COMPLETE SCUM YOUR MOTHER TONI TOWNSEND I NO LONGER FEAR YOUR DEATH THREATS STAY AWAY FROM MY HUSBAND AND I STAY AWAY FROM OUR FAMILY YOU ARE DANGEROUS VERY.TO DISABLED AMERICANS
To live bound by “integrity”, where rectitude derides you? It’s starkly accustomed. I enrooted, enclosed by academics--the desolate nature of my sentience consuming my interior. Nether perfection defenestrates my subsequent--and I’m so damn tired. Extort my studies till blood seeps via my retinas, weave my pencil till the anathematic led ruptures; a mere standard in our education. Sacrifice my youth as to my future, conglomerate extracurriculars till my collapse, lay none betwixt within life and school; label it as a system. Shut up, shut up all of you! My exertion incapable of being compensated for—silence, silence, all of you! Toil seldom for me, subsequently bequeathing my labor… Discard my passion, coerce me to fill the perforated gaps in tuition—quiet, quiet, all of you! Refrain from protesting till your own encounter, and perpetually weep!
Shut up, all of you
My future prioritized
Discard my own youth
The real ones
Won't switch on you
Your tribes will always align
Your people will never
Turn their back or ride against you
They'll always walk through
The dark and storms without changing on you.
Know your originality
You have the ability
To recognize the real ones
Never let the fake ones put apartheid
You have the power
To separate the real ones from the fake ones
You have the right to choose who to ride for and with.
The reals supports you genuinely
While the fake ones
With hidden intentions
Either to know your game plans
Or to extort treasures from you
Don't do for those who are against you
What you supposed to do for those for you
Use your intellect not your emotions.
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
Taunted bully teased for suffering
with mental illness it is emotionally
challenging just to open up to share
your creativity in the form of writing
therapist say keep writing crisis team
says you matter and then the bullies
appearing terrorist threats attempting
to extort your mental health care extort
my traumatic brain injury claim extort
my American poetry just because I suffer
from mental emotional illness I've amazing
been being bullied terrorized by bullies
I'm blessed to have my neurologist treating
my traumatic headaches I'm blessed to
have doctors treating my daytime sleep
apnea ptsd anxiety basically I'm blessed
God loves me in spite my bullies today
I suffered horrid headaches doesn't stop
my bullies from threatening my life though
attempting to extort my American poetry
God Bless America
Unafraid of hits on my life by
the mafia Ciro Gargano arson
murderer it's been a hit on my
life since Christmas eve 1984
tailor shop murders inc. go
ahead Ciro hit me again how
about another assassination
attempt or go all the way out
with another bomb in my face
now that was very effective right
traumatic brain injury just so you
and Jamaican jay townsend
Johnson Henry could extort
my american poetry murder me
for witnessing the plotting
of arson murder of 9 people
hit me Ciro Gargano go ahead
and hit me again I will never
ever fear organized crime
corruption abuse of power
bullying intimidating me in
American
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
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
Unafraid of my stalker Jay Townsend Johnson Henry Jamaican Tampa native data breach cyber attack identity fraud truly sad she was born 1972 clearly obsessed with my identity my prayers are with this stalker arrived with a gunman to end my life 8-14-2003 attempted to impersonate me and extort my American poetry I’m sending prayers because arson murderer Ciro Gargano hired this stalker to obstruct justice in the arson murders of 9 people because I wore wires pregnant for the Fbi they then ignited a car bomb in my face to destroy my brain to allow her to become me after death that failed cause I survived the car bomb Ciro Gargano his brother Peter decided to embezzle my traumatic brain injury claim to pay this imposter off that failed she went crazed crazy obsessed fatal attraction dangerous she believed she was actually me this is very traumatic and scary I feel unsettling but I must be brave stop identity fraud equivalent to ISIS terrorist cyber attacks on government offices truly horrid staying in my faith god bless America
I don't like what you've done
you frighten me an yet a part
of me wants you safe an ailing
person filled with regret remorse
or maybe neither do you wonder
the last breath of your victims
have you prayed begged for
forgiveness I begged God to
forgive me for having ears
to hear eyes to witness
your murders seeking solace
for peace I pray for comfort
from wearing wires for the
Fbi pregnant buying weapons
and drugs from corrupt officers
selling drugs for corruption
and gang leaders I kneèl in the
chapel and I heard the lord
saying but he knew elderly
sick persons were confined
to breathing machines when
a mushroom cloud of smoke
covered them he knew
a homeless man lay sleeping
on the floor an yet he took
their lives he knew the young
mother walked away he shot
her in the back he shot again
missing her head I pray for you
only because you are here to
murder me again and again
after the car bomb failed
you hired corruption to slander
me an extort my american poetry
I asked God should i pray for you
are you forgiven he said you are
not human animals are never forgiven
for killing prey it's in your nature
There, my home
There, where good never comes within bull's roar of eer
There, where penurious rule the penury
There, my home
Where hazy are hopes and aspirations
Extort common men for piles of gold.
What a great leader! Please keep it up
Lo! Blotted copybook with corruption
Oh! Lord of karma
Shade is now on our beam ends!
The earth has swallowed and digest the good
Today, all heads above stinks
Indeed, they are pure
Words are more eloquent than silence!
For tomorrow holds cloudy sky
We need more voice to win!
To pull up one's socks on damnation
Our needs calls for strong constitution
Which extinguish the fire of starvation
And also stands as protection
For us and them the future generation
Emmitt Till buried next to my father
also unearthed next to my father
bur oaks cemetery Chicago Illinois
I never dreamed my death would be sought
For my American poetry severe corruption
ABUSE of power set my death
In the swamps to extort my American poetry
by Jamaican imposter's and a corrupt officers
niece my attacker my stalker severe repeat
violent offender seated with an arson murderer
Klansman craving my death finally murder me
and toss remains In with the alligators
Hillsborough river I must say I'm at peace
with this death because I will never ever stop
writing and allow a fatal attraction gain royalties
from my American poetry therefore I want
the world to know in thee event of my death
please check all the alligators in the swamp behind
my home for my remains and please allow open casket
as with Emmitt Till so the world can see how
I was murdered in America for my American poetry
This is constructed in the CUBE16 style I created several years ago.
As conscripts March
and war is nigh,
fear grips men’s hearts.
Stern looks belie.
Their ears are filled
with rifle shot.
The one for them
they hear it not.
As battles rage,
lives beckon risk.
Anticipate
dread’s obelisk.
Fierce battles end,
then quiet falls.
The lofty brave
feel dreadful palls.
Does war resolve
the burning hate,
or does it let
the rage abate?
War never is
an ending place.
It soon approves
a new hot space.
As calm returns,
its time is short.
Those wanting war
will soon extort.
Can peace exist
where boots now trod?
Peace has one source.
The grace of God.
There's a dramatic ebb and flow in our system now,
And the turbulence leaves the weak in its wake.
As the roots between liberal and conservative,
Have spread wider across a barren landscape.
The growth of weeds has limited the harvest,
Choking off the discontent and seeds to survive.
While efforts to irrigate and allow growth to prosper,
Have been victimized by drought to deprive.
This climate has been changing for some time now,
With weather slowly reaching new peaks.
Yet many of the storms have been realized,
And the damages have extended beyond weeks.
Although seasons change, at times, without warning,
Our nature has a firm preference to predict.
Where we critique and draw upon the truth,
Applying wisdom before deciding to convict.
When it's believed the only constant is change,
Where the pace requires bipartisan support.
Maybe then, we can confess to the rational,
And get back to governing, without those to extort.
Inside each of us there are shades of ChAoS…at the very least intermittent negativity
Hypocritical thinking defines so many people
As they bask in their appearance of virtue.
Let us listen to the preacher because only a few can see the utter dissimulation within.
It is a compelling story that society has written…
To distort and extort our souls…
Angst…
We are innately the same, we haven’t gone anywhere new…
We’re just looking at things from a new perspective… Can we do this together…
Remember…inside is chaos, negativity and angst but there is also…
This…
Did you know…
Fear is a state of mind…
Life can feel encapsulated… trapped with anger and misery
How do we battle the angst…
I don’t know…
But there is always…
This…
Let’s start…
We should not recognize a life has ended….
Only recognize a life has lived…
Celebrate…
It is our right
There is power in ritual
Ritual to grieve
Wicked atrocity or not
There is…
This…
This can be a magnificent day if you choose…
This minute shall not be wasted
Simple, it is a beautiful life we can live…
Simpler, when one thing ends… another begins…
Ultimate simplicity…
This is this…
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