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Yenson Aug 2019
Asking a hardworking shift worker-person
if they can drive and have a car
does not indicate I'm looking for a woman driver...
Just merely wondering about the convenience
of transportation for late and early shifts
To a caring person, its not always about them
the comfort and convenience of others
matters just as much
Yenson Oct 2021
The stunning arrogance of certified heathens
amuses no end
now had the vaingloriously ignoramus
been any good at anchorage
they would have wondered why
did he tell our Mata Hari about the 'unforgiven Preacher'
knowing fully well words get around

Lets take you all back in time
for the story began a lot while back
when eyes and mind saw Mrs Islamil come parading in view with a bevy of nubile young maidens
in enticing poses they stood in plain sight
and so it came to mind
Mrs Islamil of the temple was in her ***** head
displaying lures and bait
in hope eyes and mind will come running for conversion
and a sage laments would a pure holy heart think as Mrs Islami
that is not the true way of our Maker

Then Mr Islamil rolls along
a tamed toy boy alongside filled with zealot zeal
the eyes and mind shuddered and dared not think
only feeling the recoiling sick feelings in his stomach
a demon in sister was to address Mr Islamil of his sins perchance
eyes and mind knew fro yonks the pretenders who blindside
and carry books to read false verses

Mrs Islamil want a fool and a story
for rocking up again she held a hand a bit too long
then it was I will be here like fool will come running
eyes and mind gave the key go do your wont for that's not me
and the sage said is this what holies do to be unreal and deceiving

Mr Islamil said I meet my friend weekly over a glass of wine
eyes and mind thinks please go meet said friend
for real sincere and genuine is the sort I will call a friend
the sage said such patronising insincerity from a man of no God
yet he stands and address others
these are dark people with dark minds where truth never wakes

So when doors remain closed and wary soul go alone
its because not all are fooled by wolves in sheep clothing
Mata Hari carries a message not of anchorage
forgiveness is from God not from or by man or eyes and mind
the sage says put hypocrites and hypocrite together
and watch them make a meal in Anchorage and dine in mirages
for a sage truly knows that The True God sees all what
Mr and Mrs Islamil think is hidden and none can serve God and Satan
No anchoring haunts but rather a beam shines a bright Light
and lots more now see the evil intents of those you would not have
thought so.........
Yenson May 2020
No substance or depth to them
yet they attempt to minimize
they are the shallows in shallow

Lightweight minds in flimsy holds
reasoning and comprehension limited
incapable of progressing standards
mired in the instabilities of their status quo

The belligerent beasts emerges uncouth
front-line Activism with illogical whims
the paranoids manifests the blame culture
its all the faults of the elitist the entrepreneurs

Riled, roused by ignorance and complexes
social insecurities and limitations victimizes
herded and programmed Bolsheviks snarling
beasts with no substance or depth, simpletons

Over here their now leader is a millionaire
as was the two before the previous one
all privately educated, am alright jacks
Putin has wealth and riches beyond measure
Xi Jinping lives in a mansion in Savile Row suits

Our front line losers are fighting neighbours
talking **** and doing turds as they become dungs
ignorance is a disease and how they infect each-other
power to the people, solidarity, revolution, yadda yadda
Oh, what a pity,...No substance or depth to them
Yenson May 2021
They've been brainwashed and readied
now
just pour in the toxic filler capsules
once
that takes shape it splits into a thousand
pellets
of doubts and contradictions from their
empty minds
so much so they won't have a core or a
real self
that make them ripe for our uses and our
manipulations
look that's politics only those with minds
can be leaders
and too many leaders spoil the broth as
they say
we don't need thinking minds we need
doing minds
its effective cause if they try to change or
not do as told
they become confused and doubt themselves
and their loyalty
its perfect cause their default settings are now split
they have no free will anymore
they are programmed...that's it!
Yenson Apr 2021
The children of the Slave traders
now in penury cause of the abolition of their father's trade
now sell fantasies and delusions
they say its virtual Trading and a homage to their perished past

The children of the Slave traders
without  shame have rebranded their trades in theft and pillaging
they are now neon Socialists
peddling Class War actions micro-wave chips and pies in the sky

The children of the Slave traders
are now goddesses of love and Romance and Internet matchmakers
accredited experts in romantic fiction
and a side-line  producing a snake oil called magical seeds of doubts

The children of the Slave traders
now hide their racist genes and call themselves revolutionaries
people power and solidarity they yell
as they dangle carrots and sticks in front of brown an black stooges

The children of the Slave traders
are still pathological liars thieves and twisted heartless miscreants
posing as whiter than white
the devils spawns trail deceits destructions and divisive swathes
groaning by the people for the people..... ( its all lies )
Yenson Jul 2020
My inner values were not bought
from the market of the vagaries emporiums

nor were they collected free
from the pick and mix bargain bucket

they did not come from
the follow the crowd parade of just like mine

neither were they stolen from
the wiles of gaudy pretentious charlatans and fakes
who deceive to deprive while hawking bales of counterfeits

my inner values are made by me for me
with tools handed down from revered ancestors
who give life, sweat and blood to acquire the strength
wisdom and knowledge in learning the sources of edifying truth

In my hearts hides no guilt's or doubts
rather the forge of endeavors and inspired reaches
the graces of providence and the wit of the good pilgrims
birth in the inspiration to know you search to find with virtue

There are no misappropriations about my vicinity
I hide nowts or bodies buried anywhere or secrets to dread
in full legality I fare with no shame or rancor malice or disgrace
so my inner values beholds me unshakably and defies the hell of
the evil maladroits & the vengeance of reprobates & envious knaves

Your songs of doom comes from your dark
damaged hearts to your dark damaged hearts wherein it burns
Is it not said that you reap what you sow,
Yenson Aug 2019
Ain't it their manor, ain't it their land
is it not their civilization tell me please
they call it post modern and the woke generation
then wake up and see I do not cry for you or your shame
impressive that thieves turn tables on righteousness says it greed
how modern that lynching mob and humiliating at the town stock is
better still witch-hunt and red Witch-finder Generals in Levi an Nikes

Millenniums indulgence, snowflakes privilege
our democracy supports the thieves of the land
and black lives matter as long as there are no Titles to see
meritocracy is for all as long as you know your place with no voice
its a new world order so sleep and stay woke up for anarchy fixes all look how far we've come when Rights and fairness means nothing
and mob and vigilante rule welcomes lying, cheating and wickedness

Tune in and drop in, all is now dope
and yes we mean you all who hear our message
we are lilies and the green fields and sacred island is ours alone
tear asunder the Titled invader and mash their lives to grain and pulp
remember our language is the most common in the whole wide world
so turn and twist it as you like, call the truth lie and say lies are truths
invade the invaders privacy, hold down, tie up and heap on miseries

We are the woke generation of the Master race
when we say we are all humans, we mean us not them
we built our land on ****, pillaging, gun-boats and chicanery
we rule the waves, now lets set waves and storms  our chosen foe
ain't it our manor, ain't it our land, why complain when we steal
Othello may be a General but that **** man was Moor you know
well the moors we have here stay where we want or its scorch-earth
Yenson Sep 2022
Oh!....I don't know
wonders never cease, goes that old adage
some people think they are superman, Clarke Kent
they think they know everything
they think they are mega intelligent, sharp, incisive cool and calm
they think they're journalist
who research, decipher and deal in facts before filling copy
some are so arrogant
they even think they can deal with Underground Racism
can you imagine the conceit or should we say stupidity
a system that has existed since Cain and Abel
something so behemoth even Nelson Mandela met its mother
and shook his renowned head in surprise and disbelief
and in this green isle where it lives refined and covert
some mahogany mug is tickling its catastrophes
perhaps unaware of its power
with fifty million disguise, an ever ready army
who reason not or question why, why, why
capable of anything, ready to twist and turn, ready to lie, frame
and slander, to pull and push, to duck and dive, to fry and sting
and all that just for starters
espionage, subterfuge, Machiavellian, Narcissisms at beck and call
unlimited storages of high octane Hate fueling secret troops
all primed in combat at second's notice
and some mug mahogany is singing do la li and we shall overcome
overcome relentlessness?
Someone should go sing Dixie
perhaps they think they are Royalty
just saying, as I eat Jaffa cakes and fried chicken...tee hee hee!
Yenson May 2022
In voiceless rays from the ages of light
with solemnity enchanted

it is bequeathed at vespers and hallow
Blessed God does not punish
by not giving seekers their burning desires

in true punishment
God gives it all but not the souls or time
to behold claim and enjoy them

God in his mercy has given me all this time
to see in crystal rays all my gifts

whilst foes and naysayers have little or less time
and neither the eyes or souls
to embrace and enjoy the promises real within

for dusted in darkness an fears
they are left with all the time they dimly want
to squirm rage bristle and hate
HE they want to be but can never ever be

God has given them all the time
because they have neither the minds souls or eyes
to know or truly enjoy themselves

they have the gift of time to hate themselves
through me
Yenson Aug 2020
the way gravels taunts diamonds
after-all we are all rocks
need diamond feel concerned or perturbed
aware of the differences between rocks and rock
its really that simple
only the crude, common and of little value
do not know that
caveat emptor
Yenson Jun 2020
In utter horror encasing scalding fear
the guilt of fears in fears of guilt
red rags to incandescent transparencies
unearthing a rarity never in frame
in gleaming lights a paragon sustains
unblemished minus chains scars on throat
resplendent without cuffs or ankles stigmata
in glow no whip lacerations on brown back

worse still

the head sits straight on shoulders broad
a mind secured in luminous brilliance unfettered
the solemn wisdom kindled in balance inspired
the unsubjugated soul of the worthy seeker
in chambers of horrors imperial ghouls are grieved
is it not ordained none of these avoid the thumb
in ******* of minds and spirits we cheat sway
they to walk beneath behind never to shine or lead

the bitterness hails

the emperor's journey of Damnation digs wrath
in caves  gutters and under stones soulless emerges
fervoured in destruction shamed en-massed angst's
the vultures of doomsday and asinine naysayers feast
overcome by terror and fear wrought in inferior charms
chiseled in the salts of chalks they dread the rising tide
when the granite stands to sit at the table of rulers
the unthinkable truth and begotten hero of black nurture
Yenson Jan 2021
Sighted visions regal and nightshade sirens crawl out
green-eyed ablaze mouth watering for a gilded cut
give us a cut,  
roger out our ***** kittens for easy street
crooked stained teeth smiling revolting rancid lures
in moral glace said offers finds resounding no

so birth the fury that hell never have
the gaggle of witches on the witch hunt
happy home-breakers and home wreckers
a loving devoted soul conjured into a pig
and for good measure
over a Christian head they hung a star and crescent

hear the witches, shrews and harridan puke in rages
join the coven and roast that pig
we will break that jewel in pieces and remake him
in our image, for he thinks he is better than us
besmirch his character, destroy a shinning light
we're witches of the East in white robes and pointed hats
our putrid stench is pervasive, we are goddesses of pollution

the coven of the latter days maidens of Lucifer cackles
hail all the vagabonds that takes and moves on to the next
rise to the wasters, the drunks and  the irresponsible critters
sing in praises to liars, gamblers, cheaters and all wrong'uns
come celebrate our sacrifice of a treasured gem
come despoil. wreck, destroy, ruin and obliterate the light
for truth, goodness and realness has no place in darkness
that which is better is anathema to serpents and the wretched
Yenson Jul 2021
Of course we're crazed
hell hath no fury an' all that jazz
we are fevered and addicted and mad as hell
tell us
are we not suppose to own the scared jewel
the irresistible magic box of delight
the golden cave of a thousand gems
the sizzling honeypots with the sweetest and mostest
that crazed men have killed and died for
do we not know that they carry their brains in their trousers
are they not all mere babies crying for mother's milk

Then this one rocks along
swaggering with tales he's well armed
and soon befall the evil eyes
he started it by bluffing Chris and Joan
who in stinking ivory begged a taste
that, sirens was to all sirens, a declaration of war
for he thinks he is better than us
what moor has the audacity to refuse ivory honey
so we chained and batter, hang draw and quarter that moor
baited, basted, roasted and goaled Othello
alas, he stands in hell's fire and smiles

what manner of a male we have here
we are beyond frustration, we are madder than raving madness
no man on two feet in living breath can go thus far
without our life giving milk to lick and ****
we are the givers of the planet, the creator of them
who the hell refuses to kneel and worship for a taste of our honey
No way will he live like a prince or a pauper
we are mad as hell and hell he will live
for to spurn the ivory touch
and holds the grace and purity of light
bans him from the delights of the dark

Of course we're crazed
hell hath no fury an' all that jazz
we are fevered and addicted and mad as hell
that moor sits on our chest and burns the recesses of our souls
we are consumed, inflamed, addicted, intoxicated and on fire
he shames us and his blood we must drink
Yenson Sep 2019
Do they honestly believe
that when trash throw out their trash
it will all turn into perfumed orchids
to be gathered and taken into villas
as enriching and worthy gifts
of the gods
Chatteris
The low life town which has the most chavvy people in the whole of England, they place of junkies and smokers children from a young age smoke consistently and most of them can roll you a proper joint. Can’t trust anyone in this town as they consists of mostly snakes. A town with a ****** school Cromwell has the most ******* teachers (Mr smiths) Who’s a popular fav. Also the school has a ex stripper drama teacher and used to have **** Kennedy.
The most famous resident is ****** Stan bor who stole his mums car then wheelspinned it of the curb and popped all the tires. Good one Stan bor
Yenson May 2020
We don't know
common sense as
we are too common
Yenson Jun 2019
Those cosmopolitan provincials sorts
the chavs, yobs, yobbesses and oiks with semolina for brains
them retro-grade grade-less sub-humans bottom feeders
who think Cardiff is in East Angular and Magaluf is Eden
and Higher Education begins in Borstal or a stint at HM Prisons
found by happenstance a tin of Caviar
something they'd never seen before
with the curiosity of practiced thieves
they proceeded to examine its worth
'its a tin of hair gel says one'
'No, no, no says another, I think its something you eat'
'it says Caviar Royal Beluga, observes another'
'throw it away, anything with a name like that is *******'
'Beluga...some foreign muck, it look dark and oily'
'yea mate, look like ****, throw it away'
One of the dis-advantaged rabble with one O'level in Carpentry
took a closer look  
'look he says, there's sticker on the bottom that reads
Caviar Royal Beluga – 1kg £3,780.00'
Hahahaha they all roared in ceaseless mirth, hahaha
'some joker is having a laugh, pull the other leg, fancy...
a tin of black gunge in some slimy stuff cost three grand,
must think people are born yesterday, Beluga..fuckoffluga'
And with that, they tossed the tin away and walked off
laughing like *******.

Ignorance is a disease, ignorance is bliss
will vandals extol the sheer magnificence of a Constable
or see anything other than a chair in a Chippendale ribbonback chair,
will Barbarians shed a tear on hearing the sensuous notes of Chopin or shiver at the graceful notes of Debussy or melt in sheer
adoration as Tchaikovsky's romance soars in magical resonance.  
Will cosmopolitan heathens gape in mesmerizing wonder on
seeing Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel and praise God for being alive
So who has great expectations of our dear cosmopolitan provincials sorts
those chavs, yobs, yobbesses and oiks with semolina for brains
for in disparaging excellence
and rubbishing  the noble and the exceptional
they make us appreciate more that we are blessed
and privileged
and do not have
semolina for brains

hey!
who would like some caviar
Yenson Jan 2019
Hounded by crass

manipulated by bone-heads
              
Spanish Inquisition by subhumans
      
subterranean British democracy
              
Mob and vigilantes in action

people's power




someone, anyone, ....... please tell me a better joke
Yenson Jan 2022
You deal in counterfeits wholesale
so of course
you specifically bulk buy counterfeits
at discounted cost
unsurprising thus its sham for sham
by sham
and if by chance you come across
the genuine stuff
you mandate to tarnish or destroy it
for its bad for business
hell knows you're not in the business
of dealing in
real genuine lasting exquisite quality
you know your clientele
you know your demography and stalls
and you know your sham selves
Yenson Sep 2020
last check to see how the prisoner inmates are doing
they are still under control
they better be or else......
we demand total loyalty
they better give that or else.......
good
they are doing as ordered
they won't dare step out of line
no need to keep on checking on them
they are well conditioned
why do you think prison is mostly full
of idiots, simpletons, vagabonds and the easily led
yeah.....that's why
keep on trucking, inmates
same again tomorrow but better efforts, you hear me......


listen I have no inclination to check their work
but gotta make them think so
the schmucks will never wise anyway
Yenson Feb 2019
There Are bullying and intimidating their MPs
Open shouts of Racism and Hate
Hate culture has taken over
the bovver boys and bovver girls
have taken over full of Hate
***** politics in the so called
mother of Democracy
Yenson Feb 2019
MEMO

FROM:  Mr Phil Indifrence,  Strategy Chess Insurgency  Corps.
Space Headquarters, Castleview Avenue, Dunstable XY10

TO:  Ms Petal  Dontrun,  Crimson Chess Federation.
De la Wigan Headquarters, Wigan, United Kingdom,  SM00

Dear Ms Dontrun,

Please accept my greetings. I write to clarify my stance on our
outstanding matters and hopefully to deter further speculation,
gossips, rumours, distortions, misinformation and sensationalism by the media.

As you are aware I contacted you on the day as arranged only to
be confronted with a response that was astoundingly unethical, un-
professional, rude, inconsiderate and totally uncalled-for. It was
so below expected standard that it raised doubt about your suit-
ability to be seen as a matured adult much less an intelligent being.

Still in the reverberations of this seismic occurrence I called again in
the hope it was a momentary loss of composure and yet again I was
subjected to a deluxe version of the first onslaught. To say I was
flabbergasted is putting things mildly, most especially as it was
totally unwarranted and underserved. It was obvious you lacked
any sense of decorum and had become an affront to common human decency and an embarrassment to your status.

In all fairness you did call some weeks later, but it had become
apparent that the ethos, protocol and cordiality that my Organi-
sation works within may not be relevant to your Organisation,
hence my unavailability to your contact.

I write to primarily reiterate that my position on this matter and
the present status quo is not based on some immature Ego play,
stubbornness, power-play or pride, rather it's in all truthfulness it's a belief in upholding standards in ethical considerations. I do not believe that bad manners, ill-considered behaviour, ill-judgement and a lack of sensitivity and good grace are matured and progressive trends to interact cooperatively within.

In conclusion, this is my stance on this matter and I hope it helps
your understanding. I believe a formal Apology from you and your
Organisation is appropriate in this regard and will instigate a
return to cordiality between our Organisation.

If you however feel this is unnecessary I will respect your decision
and the situation will remain unresolved.

I thank you for your attention.

Regards,

Phil Indifrence. C.E.O.
Yenson Aug 2022
Divine praises
that Inanity is not contagious
it seemed limited to those common areas
where mundanely and unremarkable congregate
it is said they are led by cultists who brew western plonk
from artificial grapes and fermented water in empty skulls
those afflicted drink it to their hearts contents and fight each other
believing they are fighting a Republican revolution of ***** liberation
maybe they are but its all so so inane
Yenson Sep 2019
The fraud bourgeoisie
mobsters and hoods contract
chiller cinema screening terror vision
gutter psychology of the henchmen dopes
presenting the locusts and ants thriller invasion

the throngs underfed
issuing permits and warrants
reprobates, thugs and con-artists do apply
at the Bastille on the Victorian embankment
bring your disorders of crimson and singe the blues

The zen mentalist of Zenda dribbles rut
the guillotine feeders sharpen dirges blades
pale cowards party in full swing and checks abound
call the pirates of red sea and the mob to share the spoils
no coronation for a sun king a jealous mandate thus declared

the pepper-less hordes of lames
find El Dorado in a mirage in lies of bandits
Scipio Africanus in great and graceful throes incarnate
made thousands ploys and cuts anthems of craven imbeciles
wayward profligates who mired their obsolesces in parable David  

And he stood a Colossus edified
braving contract of thieves, ghouls, thugs and recreants
apostates of truths, corrupters of the just pilgrims' progress
burn in shame, reveling in asinine boast of personal fallibility
requiem for dregs, requiem for the humanization of the toxic heathens
Yenson Aug 2018
We shall wipe you OUT
We will ERASE you
We are the children's of Cain and that is what we do

I come from the lands of  the Baobab tree and Cocoa Tree
Steep in the tradition of revering life and nature all free
By my wits and honest endeavours toiled and earned my fee
Never harmed nor injured never stole even a penny wee
Paid my dues and gave when I could always busy as a bee

Now YOU the children's of Cain spake and declared
We shall wipe you OUT
 We will erase YOU

I come from a land that knows parched earth and hunger
Where great rivers flow yet clean water comes in little beaker
Proud animals run free and only the rodents are for hunter
Trees are fertile with fruits aplenty and vegetables are litter
In gleeful kin and merry we share harvest with each other

Now you the children's of Cain spake and declared
We shall wipe you OUT
We will erase YOU

What is my crime pray tell me when in honest endeavour
I gave and shared my wages and food to an errant neighbour
Who repaid my kindness by robbing mine with cruel vigour
And whilst I remorsed such vileness with fervent pained ardor
They riposted, a trip back to your jungle is what we will conjure

Now YOU the children's of Cain spake and declared
We shall wipe you OUT                               
We will erase YOU

Children's of Cain know nothing but death and destruction
You came to ours and plundered all you could with ruction
You stole, fornicated, ruined and destroyed with glib seduction
Modern times has merely refined your vainglorious disposition
Distinguished misrulers, liars and evil masters of misappropations

We shall wipe you OUT
We will erase YOU       
Children's of Cain OTHERS know all YOU do is ****
Like your FATHER killed his BROTHER
Like your FATHER killed his guiltless BROTHER
Yenson Sep 2019
in age is the experience of life
the young die as much as the aged
but one has form and the other is yet to form
it is in knowledge that we know age is just a number
and what will be will be and the wicked will always perish
Yenson Nov 2019
Winter is coming

and in faded light the white-walkers cry

the drifts are in the drift of things melting

without substance and core agog-ed in chilled flippancy

heads hung in drivel they cast aimless spells in gauze satin

Shapeshifting maiden sacrificed to appease the white walls of pain

inchoate minds drums and beat hides in soundless menace and sins

the salt goddesses pine for fire logs within caves and stallions to ride

feeble and ungainly the white-walkers hurl spittle and bile in rancour

the lickers are licked in mind body and soul in chaste snow-blindness

the black knight in amour an ermine brandishes the sword of swords

and burns the hottest of flames in a kiln so rare and fine

all around the hot air of squawking swirls to nothing

the drifts of drifts hankers in igloos fermenting

winter is coming
Yenson Feb 2022
Being influenced by low-scales
is like a dog taking its owner to Obedience Classes.....
Yenson Jul 2021
The truth lives
none can **** the truth
and this one is not even a secret
known to just one person to keep safe
Chris McCafferty of East London and family
are thieves and house burglars well known to the law.

you picked on the quiet couple
tried to bully money from them weekly
when they stopped giving you broke into their flat
then was shocked to see them stand up to your bullying
you concluded wrongly like all bullies they won't talk back

so you called all your racist connections
gathered all the other white families saying
fight the foreigners drive them back to their country
you all started your Ku Klux **** mobbing and gas-lighting
you thought I would run after driving my wife away but I did not

I did nothing wrong so I ain't running
you said give a dog a bad name and hang him
you said character assassination, public humiliation, ruin his life
you lie, slandered, discredited, hound, intimidate and harass daily
all because of your white shame your guilt, your moral bankruptcy

You tell all and sundry I am a monster
because I dared to shout at you not to play your racist games
you say I have a fierce temper yet in all your digging no one else
have you found that says that man has done the same to me
no one else has come forward to say this man did same with me
but I say so myself if pushed I will stand my corner and give my all

you and your gang want to beat me down
you gleefully state you're going to take a sledge hammer
to crack a kernel, you want to cower me down, have me on knees
you say women rule the world and you are goddesses who rule all
goddesses are not **** alcoholic common thieves and extortionist
I will be the truthful innocent man who will rather die than grasp
absolution from depraved criminal goddesses and all those they have fooled

YOU CANNOT **** THE TRUTH
YOU CAN'T DO WRONG AND BE RIGHT
SO GODDESSES CRIMINALS, LIARS AND SCUMS
COME WELD YOUR SWORDS MY NECK IS ON THE BLOCK






https://youtu.be/J61lc05ZQbo
Yenson Oct 2018
Criminal Gang Stalking

Definition:

The crimes committed through gang stalking an individual are covertly done, hence little in evidence is left behind of the crime, and the target is left with little in the way of resources to defend him or herself.

Isolation, through disrupting socio-familial ties in an intense slander campaign, is usually achieved once the actual stalking begins.

A pervasive slandering campaign takes place, projecting the target as an unstable individual, child molester, a person with hidden dark secrets, or a person prone to psychopathic behavior.

The criminals planning a gang stalking endeavor study the target long before the stalking begins. Psychological profiling is done, and this is to assist in the overall campaign that includes intense psychological harassments and demoralizations. Tactics used go well beyond fear, demoralization and psychological harassment.

The tactics used have been the protocol in campaigns against common people implemented by the KGB in Soviet Russia, Nazis of **** Germany, and the KKK in the early to middle of last century in America.

The accumulation of all the tactics and events in this dangerously hurtful organized crime against an innocent human being can led to trauma and will emotionally bankrupt the targeted individual, and may lead to death, as suicide is often induced through the assaults. The perpetrators of gang stalking are serious criminals who do great damage, and the acts done are very serious crimes by any measure.

Gang Stalking is a highly criminal campaign, one directed at a target individual, and one that aims to destroy an innocent person’s life through covert harassments, malicious slander and carefully crafted and executed psychological assaults.

Gang Stalking deprives the targeted individual of their basic constitutional rights and destroys their freedom, setting a stage for the destruction of a person, socially, mental and physical, through a ceaseless assault that pervades all areas of a person’s life.

What drives such campaigns may be revenge for whistle blowing, or for highly critical individuals, as outspoken people have become targets. Other reasons why a person may become a target individual for stalking: ex-spouse revenge, criminal hate campaigns, politics, and racism.

Gang Stalking may be part of a larger phenomena that may have loose threads that extent into a number of differing entities, such as government, military, and large corporations, though it is certain that organized crime is one of gang’s stalking primary sources, or origins.

The goals of Gang Stalking are many. To cause the target to appear unstable mentally is one, and this is achieved through a carefully detailed assault using advanced psychological harassment techniques, and a variety of other tactics that are the usual protocol for gang stalking, such as street theater, mobbing, pervasive petty disrespecting.

Targets experience the following :

A total invasion of privacy
Pervasive and horrific slander
Isolation through alienation that is caused by the slander. 4.Destruction of, or alienation from all things that the target holds dear.
Ground Work: A discrediting campaign is initiated long before the target is actually stalked. They, the criminal perpetrators, twist and fabricate reality through such a campaign, displaying lies that paint the target as a child molester, a person with hidden dark secrets, an highly unstable individual who may be a threat to society, a *******, or a longtime drug user, etc.

The slandering or discrediting campaign sets the stage for the target to become alienated in just about every social-familial- work environment, once the actual stalking begins. This slandering campaign is instrumental in eliminating all resource and avenue of defense for the target, before the actual stalking begins.

This stage is one that sees people close to the target, family, friends, neighbors, and co-workers recruited by the perpetrator criminals, who will pose as law enforcement officials, private investigators, or a groups of concerned citizens.

The Gang Stalking is aimed at achieving one or all of the follow:

induced suicide
financial devastation
homelessness
institutionalization in psyche wards
Once actual Stalking begins: The target will endure a vast array of tactics: gas lighting, street theater, drugging, gassings, scent harassment, mobbing, subtle but frequent destruction of property, killing of pets

Psychological profiling will be done so as to initiate an intense psychological harassment assault. Staged happenings and planned or directed conversations will take place around the target in public or places of work, and serves not only to undermine the targets psychology, but also may be used to cause the target to thinking that he or she is under investigation for horrific crimes.

Stalkers will have studied the target to such a level that they know and can predict the person’s behavior. Again, often the target will think that they are being investigated for crimes that would be absurd for the target to have actually committed. Not knowing what actually is happening, the target is isolated and lives through a never ending living nightmare.

Once the target finds out that they are a target individual for gang stalking, or multi stalking, they may have some relief, but from what I have read, the stalking simply changes dimensions a bit, and continues.

Identifying the exact people who initiated gang stalking campaigns is difficult, or near impossible, and this makes it very difficult for people researching this phenomena to discover, in certainty, the roots and genealogy of the crime. Investigation of a “Gang Stalking” crime would require a great deal of resources, and intensity similar to ****** investigations.
WHAT THEY DON'T WANT YOU TO KNOW....THIS IS THE TRUTH.

Background information, please read 'Where Is Justice' by same author on this site.
This horrendous situation is happening in our Great civilised Nation,
Yenson Oct 2019
and that's all, folks
Yenson Aug 2022
In order to break his spirit
in order to break him down as a man
in order to emasculate him
in order to show dominance against him
it was a way primarily
of cutting down he who is unbowed
confident and excels
in other words it was a matter of power
and control and *******
Yenson Sep 2019
write the dirges, write the rousing anthems
sing it up and sing it down and turn it on its head
show your notes and express your modus operandi
if your life was better you will be doing something else
the controlled who thinks they are controlling has lost reasoning
its a dog chasing its tail and running in circles as the circle guides
Yenson May 2021
so our peoples power lies
in picking on one minor African Royal
to cancel harass and torment in our momentous style
for in neon lights the people are wising up to our deceits
we can no longer brainwash them properly like back in the day
when we spun that us and them lie and sow hatred in their minds

we are bovver boys and bullies
only know how to rule by corrupt means
bribing voters and the unions and using them as pawns
our tactics of smearing harassing intimidating and bullying
and our racism anti-Semitism and sexism are all now exposed to all
they have seen our underbellies and woke to our fantasies and tricks

they missed our chicanery in the capital
we got our brown mayor a second term in office
where we have the largest pool of brown and black
all our trained stooges and pawns assembled in fake solidarity
while we fight amongst each other and devise new scams to blind
get the pawns thugs and our gangster wing to hound that tiny royal

it keeps us relevant and distract the punters
tell them that's how we look after our own people
tell them its about if united we can sort out the elitist
do not let them know its divisive ploy breeding hate and envy
do not show we are bullies who intimidate and drive out female MPs
carry the fetching red rose but always hide the thorny stems and lie
again and again till the punters can't tell difference between truth and lies,,,,that's our politics
The Conservatives picked up control of several councils, including Southampton, Cornwall, Nottinghamshire and Basildon, as well as winning Harlow from Labour.

The party also celebrated winning the Hartlepool parliamentary by-election on Friday, taking a Westminster seat which Labour had held since its creation in 1974.

And it managed to keep the Tees Valley mayoralty - in an area once considered a Labour stronghold - with Ben Houchen increasing his share of the vote to 73%.

Labour lost control of councils including Sheffield, Plymouth and Durham to no overall controlwe can pick on
Yenson Aug 2022
Come on crawl out
you know you cannot resist
its democratic to do your Tolpuddle duties
please remember the Martyrs
and Oliver Cromwell too
come be the cheap bullies that you are born to be
you can only find strength in the crowds
majority carries the vote
mobbing and bullying is power
especially against one man
so do not hide away
come on crawl out
do not miss the opportunity
to ***** and mess with royalty
you know you cannot resist
Yenson Oct 2019
To know truths you have to give truths
and in that august chamber sits the just judge
Falsities owns million tales and thousands sleuths
in chameleon silks, dazzling trinkets embolden in grudge
charmers that seduces and kisses in swoons from old to youths
truths flows un-glamoured in grace an light contently minus fudge
Nowt need for palisades or ornaments or  hosting snarling vulpes
in calmness of it-selves remains edifying in honesty of no smudges
it may win or lose in prevailing winds an the Fineries of  deceits
truths bludgeoned to dust, twirled in romance of falsities sluges
return to honored hosts battered yet with no scratch or budge
resplendent in knowing only the truth begets freedom real
Yenson Apr 2021
what's to pine or pain about
one of many coerced innocents
filled with untruths and blindsided
hooked into solidarity with paymasters
who prey on their gullibility and confuse them

where are the nagging  doubts
in the self-assured and truly confident type
who always keeps it real with senses ******* on right
this David of men in sublime flairs show qualities unsurpassed
erudite adequate solid courageous and noble he stands a paragon

the emotion is informed and trained
not basely reactionary  like a common sheeple
who's fed propaganda and let loose at master's command
in the finesse of proper breeding its easy to see the contemptible's
and make allowance for impostors and the envy of witless lesser class

the cowards find strength in groups 'n gangs
the complete one knows real strength is from within
for its substance that augers not the shallow semblances
true worth knows its value as virtue is its own reward not vanity
as beauty without inner beauty lacks genuine value and authenticity
Yenson Feb 2021
Taken your head space
you have to keep me in your idle minds
its a lie the devil finds work for idle minds
he actively desires and recruits
untalented poets and writers
the more damaged the better
for Mr Satan
disdainfully needs devils advocates
he claims the Fifth Amendments
while its ***** do the talking
the devil's
farts are the devil's farts
Yenson Nov 2022
And with a bow
and the flourish of snake-oil merchants' panache
and without an iota of guilt
but with malice deceits and criminality aforethought
the knaves charlatans and reprobates
went to town and sold the gullible villagers a cloned Rolex watch
look how it shines
in lustre royal gold
ain't it precious and oh so precocious
go hang it up and wind it up at your pleasure

And that is exactly
what the gullible villagers do at their pleasure
how can anyone tell the difference
between a fake Rolex and the genuine one
if they've never seen owned or used a real genuine Rolex before
so in hapless foolery
the villagers have a Rolex
a dude to wind up
and gaily show from pillar to post
and not a single one of them stopped to question if its real

Tis parable of times
well versed to the purveyors of sleight and chicanery
a sellers market for gullibles' abound
begging to be fooled ready to believe anything
as the cloned Rolex glitters its their money talking
if it doesn't they haven't polished enough
if it stops they haven't wind enough
if it mistimed just shake it
we script the instructions which villagers is to know better
the villagers are controlled
comrades in crime selling snake-oil is an art
Yenson Apr 2021
I walked past that road
many many many moons ago
I had seen the misspelt road sign
the potholes and divots in gravels and sand
and spied a northern lights display of ethereal colours
I stopped a while to behold the magic and read the flaying sway
the nature of all things along the road to a city I could not call home

I hear stories of  El Dorado
of glitter and gold and birds of paradise
and horn blowing maidens serving azzurri wines
of lush hanging gardens crested brim-full with honey dew
in lanes of past and future nostalgia in gang signs and prayers
and livened whispers blow dusty winds as midnight secrets roam
as orphans search states for State to belong is to sing for your supper

I walked past that road
those merry moons and silent nights ago
I did not see the naked city or hear melodies of warm noon's
travellers talk stories and myths that holds no ties or memories
beggars toss coins and prance gambit in pools of fools and knaves
in daily pilgrimage they parade the sewers to dish their ills and dirt
even in hindsight they lack foresight and in foresight they have no see
Yenson Sep 2021
Tin heads overdosed on virtual reality
manipulate useful idiots in staged dramas
contrived scripts with ham actors spouting line
staged scenarios in corrupted visages and mirages
its the play written by fools full of sound and laden fury
signifying accessibility to lazy fantasia and frigid delusions
elixir for swarms floating wingless fuelled on synthetic honey
common senses are commonized and sells to the lowest bidders
welcome to the theatre of no reasoning just do as we tell you to think

I am not a tin head Mr Director of fantasies, I wasn't even born here....
Yenson Dec 2021
The creation of nonsense exists from the greed of stupidity....
Yenson Apr 2022
A finger touch is only a touch felt
the language of eyes speaks aye and nay
in the rhythm of happy discord
for heartbeats are silent voices unheard
the genuine will race a typhoon
to right a wrong and soothe fevered brows
still waters run deep for truths
but hounds only run and follow the trails
as the hunts master bugle blows
the pack only scent an invincible brown fox
herd mentality rules the gales
a prized golden eagle soars high in crestful grace
the valleys only see prideful
and the winds chimes and the pack bellows and yelp
and the Inn keeps brew ales and tales
and the one that should know you do the right thing
has lost nerves and senses long ago
and they all refuse to learn only the truth set the people free
Yenson Jul 2021
Simple phantoms dug in deep
point guards behind mammy's skirts
rapid reload pens unleashing high velocity fantasies
armed to the teeth with high range delusions
and search and detonate crazed warheads
our paper tigers of the half men poltroons
are flexing pixels power in bullish form

Kingmakers of the Democratic Front
yesterday mingers posturing in dreams
knowledge is power especially when its pure falsehood
gainsay of corrupted lemmings is gospel facts
shadow punching with tripe's dud bullets
the kindergarten battle fronts of wankers
in recessive ******* blow backs of morons

Do real warriors fight in scripted tosh
or find power in fantastical knight moves
or wallow in stupendous stupidity of airy-fairy skirmishes
ah! its psyche psychological war declares dimwits
who knows as much bout psychology as cockroaches
welcome to the world of inadequates' seeking notice
the Peoples Democratic Republic of quick-firing little penises
Yenson Oct 2020
Majority wins
they've been winning
for over thirty five years
yet they're still in ****** lives
chattering about tom ***** and love
painting sunrise with caffeine and tongues
pulling down the clouds looking for pigs flying
for the pigs carry the magic that will make them gods
and confer them with two voices to chatter in double time
for in pigs' chatter magical seeds of doubts lies the ridicule of power
Yenson Jul 2020
A shadow whines like shadows do
sick indulgence preambles of a dunce wise
in lucid fog a **** rat takes the orators lectern
giving a diagnosis of the white witch doctor's fantasies

Had it be real and valid in factual fare
then yonder prognosis shames all burgeoning misdeeds
of the witless slaves in rags and sackcloth marching to pipers calls
for by days & nights in maleficent toil wraiths are left egg-faced saps

Show me victory of jealous and envious poltroons
simpletons recounting inventory and character analysis
how the spawn of deceit and chicanery becomes all knowing
when all now see and know how their chalice of disgrace is held aloft

Their shape-shifting serpentine tongues
now recognized with contempt and derision by allies
the two-faced clowns now openly aired and seen as laughing stocks
in raging dishonor a shadow rears up to write the prognosis of snakes
Yenson Jan 2022
Fear is that versatile impostor
that curry favour with your limitations
begging baptism by you
and at its coronation
it offers you a farthing
and steals all your senses prized jewels
Yenson Mar 2019
Do your worst the problem is yours
Ain't no fractured Western seeking validation
or some ego tripping nonentity playing terrorist
My cup is full enough to worry inadequates and the lessers
I am partial to a toddy to drink up and **** out while I relax
let's leave the ants marching on my sugared trails
they need the micro-crumbs to carry back for feds
some minds need agitation as bleakness is their lot
A prince remains a prince, a pauper remains sad
angry, pained, hungry and disturbed
I ain't got the answer, lets ask God.....
Yenson Jan 2022
The Republic with ten thousand eyes
has no twenty twenty vision to call their owns
for in blinded minds frolics deluded trysts
in parlour dreams of branded herds in moans

Soiled yarns beseeches the gaping yawns
market full of dullards selling freshly baked air
from basements of handed down words for prawns
the echoes of fooled multitudes in laissez faire

So we see not the trees for the woodlands
why splinter brackens when we can toss the caber
for more brawn than sense we inherently stand
in hogwash and flinging mud we find our labour
Yenson Dec 2020
Without the slightest knowledge of Diplomacy
the pygmies are still playing with Colouring Books
and crayoning the sun blue and leaves yellow
all outside the margins, of course
this looks right, so real, they declared
but we can't paint in white
nothing is white, its just nothing
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