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Karijinbba Aug 2021
Malignant predators.
You cut me up, hunt me down,
maligned my medical records!
I can't even go to a dentist,
nor check up with medical MD.
But still I am my kid's mother.
Can't separate genetic geneology.
**** you ignorant superstitious
hainas you the villains in
my interesting fairy tale life,

Gone wrong when I missed
my mark not in pride nor disobedience but in grief
truth known to higher authorities.
~~~~
You all are well known to me,
the many you trash me to,
are your murderers for hire.
  Covert greedy cowards!
hunting me down still in USA!
You are not above the law.
Everyone must ovey the law!
Life liberty, we the People!
I have rights I am a human being.
Take me to the court of law!
******* habitual drug user
demons.
~~~~~~
Yes BBA.- AA its just a name
ignorant malingned unforgiven
criminal satanic worshiper fools!
Back off my V for Vendetta!
"Beneath this mask of mine,
there's more than flesh,
there's an IDEA!
Beneath my mask BBA- Karijinbba
my ideas are bullet proof."
Nothing and noone can k'l them.

Assassination of character
is your only banner of pride!
Mine is truth grace
I obey and respect all USA laws.
judged by my contents of my character where I shine best.
where all you bafoons shamefully failed and in all my fertility blessings,  all you failed miserably in yours!
your worst is my best
in motherhood i shine brightest.

The universe is wiser about kids.
My new name is Victoria
Verdad Truth!
Eat your heart out jealous nagas.
flip now banished be to
another darkest
realm where you shall render
restitution and penalties due
fir all your crimes known to me abd tonyour accomplices and God against me and ny children unprovoqued
Back off Elizabeth Arthur Susan RHenrys ***** nurse, and Judy Gim A
ignorant mendicants hill Billy fools. .
~~~~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
In reference to criminals of
1984- at (Harmony Pictures.)
Burbank CA.
https://youtu.be/hwzO-uA43L4
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And these signs shall follow them that believe; In my name shall they cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues; They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them.…
— Mark 16:17,18
Mike Chigo Jul 2021
I see a hooded man walk into my neighborhood
Dressed up in black, from the boots to the hood
He prowls the street like a cat in the middle of the night
Walks around hands in his pocket until he reaches his target

Kablaam kablaam kablaam

Gunshots ring in the air
The people disappear
Only to reappear with fear to find their star lying dead

What's his crime? They all asked...
Who's the killer? They all wonder...
Yet nobody knows but the sender
How do you know when to stop
When you have never gone too far?
When there is no finish line
When nobody has made it a crime
You keep on running
Keep on hurting
Every single time
how do you know when to stop?
FunSlower Jul 2021
Our nights arrive so briskly these days,
with the same clattering metallic tones
That defrost our frozen bones
When the sun rises for the shortest stays
On the brightest days I’ve ever known.
I’ve sworn my oath. I’ve shown I’ve grown
And never felt less alone, let alone known a heart that’s sewn my own into the shape of its clone.
Nor have I ever held a gaze as ablaze
As those twin mazes that daze and amaze me.

So never wonder with me; ever wander with me.
Come with me. Come swiftly.
No, our nights will not grow longer.
Know, I’ll ever long to linger.
Please hold me in the sunlight,
upside down and in your head.
For you’re pinned inside my own mind’s eye
in your favourite shades of blue and red.
Would it be a crime to blame time for pain,
when without time he’d never know her name?
Could it be that the gateway to heaven
and the gateway to hell are one and the same?
Carlo C Gomez Jun 2021
his hobbies include
                          invisible girls
                     bubble wrapped
              shielding their eyes from the sun
                        up the side of his mountain
holding fast to the cable
                                  and the eventual terror of drawing
                     paper moons
                         framed a bit too
                                                   insular
                                                   binocular
                                                   funicular
                                                   vermicular
                         these out of sightlines
                                    opaque and cobwebbed
                               screening off
                       his ***** little secrets
Brett Jun 2021
The ******* is bashful only when he lacks control
Vulture poaching ***** as his victim
Hands like constrictors, slither up your clothes
Hidden smile, scaled, behind a venom veil
He talks in toxins, and when the will has rotted;
Ties in knots; consuming whole a struggled “no”
Raven Feels May 2021
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, somethings are not what they seem to be:|


another me another you

now I don't know what to do

I wanna shred my lungs and splinter my blood

tear my eyes and spill the hidden tears that can't seem to flood

I imagine you in characters that I read

so pathetic and shameful of the things I plead

once upon a poisoned naïve time

I breathed a breath and said it'll be once---what a crime??!!

turned out to be a humiliation to that humble soul pride

blame myself for that ****** day I bled my soft side

lately in the dead she solely glides


                                                        ­                          ------ravenfeels
George Krokos Apr 2021
Wasting time
is like crime.
Best to do
something new
and you will
time fulfill.
Better than
nothing can.
_
Written in 2020.
Àŧùl Apr 2021
I want to travel behind,
Backwards to that time,
When you were mine,
And I was your crime.

Breaking up was routine,
And so was making up,
Then a calamity struck,
And I survive to live a half-life.
My HP Poem #1922
©Atul Kaushal
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