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Rutland police informed of crimes both racial and breach of human rights along with copyright laws but choose not to act….!

It has been several weeks now since my two arrest within a week… On both occasions I informed the police of crimes that were committed against myself and my son … They have had ample time to carry out investigations make inquiries and get back to me… I have heard nothing so in fact your telling me exactly what I have to do…….

If you inform the police of a crime they have a duty to act upon that information ….. Thus having been informed of several crimes on two different occasions in interview and you thus choose not to act where do you think that leaves you…. I told you people I’m not messing with you I told you I was coming and as my dad used to say if you carnt hear you must feel dam fool unno bout yu tink say yu smart…..!

Love has no future it

Has not past it merely

Has that ability to last

Beyond our dreams to

Succumb not to illusions

That attack it fast for fear

Of it’s power to change to

Bring to life and rearrange

All that could possibly be

Love has no future it

For it is all that it could

Possibly be in the now

Knowledge goes out of

Date and commons sense is

A sin have you ever stopped

To wonder what world we

Live in where children are

Commodities in life and like

Disposable husband or wife

For sure we are progressing

No longer is needed a different

Sex spouse gone are the

Days of white picket fences

And little cute houses in

This hyper age of educated

Confusion to be a norm is

A true illusion for no such

Things exists


 

Seek shelter if you can for

It was foretold that not any

Hand could hide the face of

Man while mountains do hide

Not knowing pride for they know

The hour is at hand and none

Bar man is foolish to stand and

Lie while in death he do stand

To be judged

Did not deaths dream of

Reality bring distant times

Of other things back into a

Future of loss and despair

 

Did not deaths dream of

An end to the beginning

Find open arms in the lost

Notions of charm and what

Is was to be

 

Did not deaths dream of

Of awakening cling to that

Notion of ability for man and

His descendants to claim back

Normality of his sprit to sing

Unto god his praises

 

Did not deaths dream of

Life bring about that damnation

Of plight that we have become

Accustomed to and with all

Our might have called our own

Did I do wrong to choose

To let my heart be open and

My spirit you abuse with you

Games of ecstasy to touching

And holding that essence of me

 

Did I do wrong to choose

Not to lie and let you use

My mind and body for relief

To know of my own destruction

And not retaliate with grief

That was given in return

 

Did I do wrong to choose

Not to be alone and maybe

Learn that lesson that awaited

Me that one that said you knew

It was coming you did see the

Futility of it all

 

Did I do wrong to choose

To love you knowing it would

Hurt the very core of me that

At some point it could destroy

Me but I put my trust not in

You but in the ability of me to

Do just what I do and learn

From past mistakes

 

Did I do wrong to choose

To have faith not in the illusions

Of the eye but to stand there

Blindly waiting to cry those tears

Of frustration for while the mind

Does know the hearts frustration

Is in belief

Do we fall and learn to pick our

Selves up again only to imagine

That that was no end to an imaginations

Dream that crashed and burned and

Will never been seen in this times

Demonstrations of what it is to be

In frustration from mere physicality

 

Do we fall and learn to pick our

Fights to stand a little stronger and

Be brave in the night of darkness

That is upon the earth that man has

Brought to full circle the curse for

Disobedience

 

Do we fall and learn to pick our

Fights to weigh up the enemy in

The darkness of night to see the

Fear in the eyes to know one’s

Conquered and not be surprised

To find death sleeping in your bed


 

Sometimes I feel the heaviness of the world

From gazes from silence from spoken word

And I have to wonder and ask my self why

Could I not be like the others with blind open

Eyes not seeing the hurt or feeling the pain

Not wanting to feel to be just normal again

Sometimes I feel the heaviness of the world

And I have to ask have I been blessed or am

I cursed for such are the things that the mind

Does bring to one in consideration and anticipation

Of the ways of my fellow beings

Sometimes I feel the heaviness of the world

And I am overcome with the weight of it all

No longer able to stand no longer tall in my

Capabilities for at such times my sanity does

Abandon me to this life of seclusion without

Listening ear amongst deliberate confusion

Of all that there seems to be here

Sometimes I feel the heaviness of the world

And would give in fade out disappear from

This world without a trace of my having been

Without knowledge of those things that I have

Seen but even death does avoid me not giving

Me the strength to destroy me and make it like

I never was

Sometimes I feel the heaviness of the world

And know that I am alone in this place that

One can not call home for it is not where the

Heart is but more like that place were deception

Was started with a view to my destruction

Lies deceit come to full mutation in the guise

Of those meant to help but instead they poke

And make me yep from the injuries to my mind

Sometimes I feel the heaviness of the world

And know that I am not part of this held as I

Am mere alone and captive to this degradation

Built in are notions and means for frustration

For some this is only a game but for me it is

That repetitive same of we hate you

You are love and I will
Not fear you nor looking
Away when your mind does
Steer you in that distant
Constellation in search of that
Other that the mind does
Conjure in order to bring
About doubt from the fall
Of reality landing in that other
Place that is meant to be but
Merely restricts the physicality
Of the body but I know this that
You are love and I will not
Deny the self

Echo’s of the trees dreaming
As the wind rustles the branches
Causing the leaves to tremble in
That distant land of dreams in which
Lost reality of darkness now as it brings
An end to a day’s endurance and those
Questions begin to rest their weary
Minds in the darkness of the corners
Which light somehow does not find
Even in the brightest of summer days
And again the church bells play out a
Chorus for no apparent reason than the
Liking of the sound as to the echoes of an
Era gone by where man’s heart and mind
Were captured by a spirituality that somehow
No longer do we find it consoling of the death
From deep within and again troubled times
Are behind us and we take that breath
Of contentment and neglect

Come hold my heart with
passion should the passing
of the night not last till that
time of dawns awakening
to find me in that place of
no return

No return do I find from that
place of another kind of expression
do I see in the eye of the blind
that do seek to give direction
to what it is that has deceived
their very sight

Their very sight does drive me
with glee of imagination for that
place they would rather see my
soul drown to keep company with
the lost of the deep

The lost of the deep now know
that place for thee is where it was
made in that instant compromise be
came the companion of lies
come hold my heart

Does the rain fall deep
at heavens door do the
angels they dream on as
demons snore and think
of victory

Does the rain fall deep
in the darkest of nights
will it seek to enter the
driest plight of that which
used to be

Does the rain fall deep
within your heart easing
the eyes in that bid to
start that process of being
at peace

Does the rain fall deep

within alone that comfort
of seclusion the only intrusion
being those that we love oh
how the comforts of the night
fade so quickly of the mind
in it’s times of rest for do those
concerns then turn to dreams
of the distant past yet to come
are materialism and its guest
seated at your table of desire
and yet morning comes and brings
that which like a gun puts an
end to all fantasies of that which
to come has not

look how the moon
does call to us in the
deepest of nights
asking showing expressing
to us all natures ways
there to find in the passing
of life’s tides

Look how the moon
does bow to us bending
time and space revealing
things of distance only
seen should one not haste
the time of passing shadows

Look how the moon
does glow

To have the self defined
can only be in the eyes of
another

To have the self defined
will always be that chance
to discover that which we
can not see from within

To have the self defined
is to close the door of
progression for it is thus
that we limit the mind
to all that can possibly
be

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