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I am a Italian Cherokee African American poet Vicentino Mason Italy I studied Munich Salzburg Augsburg Germany Mc Graw Kaserne USAF United States Armed Forces The Department of Defense creative writing fine art poetry literature folktale classic folklore writing short stories children books I also studied theology the study of saints of the Catholic Church Christian writing lyric's hymn's for The Believer's for Jesus Academy of American Poets also Poetry Soup of Marietta Georgia New Jersey writer's poet's slam of Chicago Poetry meet ups of Baghdad Iraq 1999 I begin summiting poems on poetry.com encouraged Montel Williams poetry contest for MS. survivors inspired by little 'Mattie' Stepanek the 7 year old disabled poet fighting for his life I was given commendations awarded best poet 5 years in a row completed 4 anthologies of poems recently Ernest Hemmingway home Key West Fl. Robert Frost poetry contest ....

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murder changes everything you do know that it binds us together weaving sin lust hatred and fear nothing will ever be the same the many amounts of currency paid to corruption to cover slander hinder cause shame intimidation malice it all falls back accordingly the eyes of a murderer covenant watching the children play singing dancing in the faces of death victims silently beckon my soul lingering in purgatory seeking redemption peace my soul seeking salvation refuge things I should never have heard seen felt I never should have been given the one option the only option wear wires on my unborn child investigating policemen selling drugs for an associate of the john gotti used car salesmen tied to Jamaican Mexican drug operation as we are all gathered here today a bit older the same old murders nine people perished in your fires of hell how dare you involve me how dare you hire my husbands how dare they beat rape torture me into sheer silence complete fear complete PTSD post traumatic stress syndrome still hearing my fetus heart beat I don't blame the FBI we were investigating cops selling drugs for you even to pregnant women was I a casualty were my children sitting in the back seat with agents watching their mom enter hostage situations the only way out was test the drugs to prove I could be trusted I died inside forced to use drugs pregnant I also self medicated PTSD I couldn't get treatment dirty cops seated junk sick bitter internal affairs officer Micheal Davis Kevin Alcott Walter Barnett trying to stay on the force as for me I shattered into on an air force base at work severe nervous breakdown I'm not ashamed of how I survived I allowed dirty cops to poison me as I faced my killer that was decades ago I know longer feel the need to self medicate my illnesses there is a god even after you tracked me down with my attackers and ignited a car bomb in my face crushing my face bruising my brain blowing my eyeball out of the socket how do you live with yourself you murdered me in cold blood here I am one with god while you invest my traumatic brain personal injury claim into funding gangster disciples police corruption the Gambino crime family construction contractors lawn services stalking preying bullying extorting embezzling me for 14 years oh how blessed I am now today my life is giving back to my community my country volunteering with disabled veterans special Olympics sending gift boxes to our troops deployed donating monies for injured fallen law enforcement honoring all those who serve you see I realized first hand how hard their jobs are descent good honest officers going under cover becoming addicted to drugs no other way out weaning off the drugs crawling standing walking serving and protecting us truth is murder changes everything I'm proud of the many lives that were saved many pregnant women who got help saving hundreds of unborn babies awareness saves lives knowing that you were the owner of so many deaths so many broken homes so many lives interrupted by your organized crime corruption covering arson murder of nine I could never go back unlearn what I know about arson murder yes I was a casualty a victim of crime yes I was forced to use drugs a 45 in my mouth while wearing wires around my womb I confessed my sins with the arch bishops and god I saved a lot of lives I gave of myself to save others I have that salvation


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Your terror Catrina bell violent offender car bomber vernon king pimp gang leader embezzler john gottis enforcer terror the mafia extorting my traumatic brain injury claim Ford motor company car bomber seen as a defective air bag to fund corruption early release violent offenders asumandez threats violent offender abuse of disabled inmates courteous jihadist jane jay Townsend Johnson impersonating me obstructing justice exposing me to an arson murderer ties to ku klux klan gambino crime family I'm nothing a mother who wore wires pregnant injury ill lowly helpless an yet you twisted bastards threaten me with frame up false arrest murder simply because the mafia do not provide medical care to aging hitmen your entire operation shall become a tower of ash one could say London's bridges falling down my fair lady

Back off scum no more free botox

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I awaited my death as i began to vanish from self my face in family photos begin to fade as i was slowly being replaced i'd glance in the mirror starring back at me were different identities id accumulated over time i suppose never exposing who i really was secrets buried so deeply an under cover being personalities surfacing according to my job description just who the fbi needed me to be to get inside record data criminal behaviors forming fake friendships dissolving within the night as i relocated again finally finding some sort of peace when a forgotten entity emerged a mass murderer viciously viles bitter seeking revenge he plants jihadist jane upon my space she enters my life mimicking me studying my diary my childhood gaining access to my elderly parents seeking my death the mass murderer arson murderer assigns this terrorist to become me after death impersonating me the witness she obstructs justice to testify as a false witness in an arson murder case she knew nothing about 1984 she was a child living thousand miles away my death was now a valid very cruel and unusual punishment fighting for my life dodging hitmen assassins finally alerting my mom suffering severe pain panic disorder ptsd my face macerated by his car bomb who was i now my face began changing to my identity thieves i was vanishing before my own eyes i felt myself being ripped from my mothers womb torn vessels umbilical cord snatched aborted by terror there i was face to face to female IsIs a twisted feeling of disconnection of self disconnected from humanity cloned unholy murder of my soul

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As i emerge from the security of my home i feel dread the taxi driver nods at the guy who grabs a news paper from the news stand he catches my attention he drops his keys to the pavement as an old woman sits down a brown paper bag rattles coins in her purse the trolley arrives empty as pressure is released from the man hole across the street panic pounds my chest the street light changes from red to yellow caution then to green silence detonated boom sound ignites darkness conceals my mind my heart beats out of time

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I awakened to the smell of burning flesh a sinking feeling from the bayous throughout greater north eastern region malice seen so vividly face to face with an arson murderer his eyes shift very quickly as he rubs his hand across the wheel of a cigarette lighter striking matches tapping lucky stripes or Winston on the table top to the pool room he gazing over at me and asked me what my husband did in the army I replied motor pool grim artillery explosives his eyes shifted again I have a job for him demolition not knowing this would involved dynamite of course I was just a mom a wife returning from Germany my husband kicked out with a nothing to lose attitude two young daughters he takes the job how nieve I was totally unaware what I would hear from the ladies room the arsonist needed to evict 8 elderly persons during an election he gave instructions they went over the blue print this job will pay big once the building is torched he could collect insurance monies rebuild and finally have his grand whore house illegal gambling for politicians final orders was for five hundred bucks bust up police chief joe gluziks knees with a baseball bat the kids and I was living in a tow truck service auto repair ran by jerry Henderson brother of police officer tippie holderbaum chilled air at the mechanic shop where the arsonist would sabotage policemen vehicles while he push drugs weapons and prostitution throughout the city the city was so silent doug arrived the arsonist orders him to pick of the 4 sticks of dynamite from farrerra's scrap yard off 22nd street grab copper coils as well my eyes wide shut I do not speak only listen sirens sounded off my husband returns covered in soot the smell of wet damp burnt wood an old fabric his eyes as black as coal the arsonist paid him with cocaine and prostitutes I questioned him he slaps me so hard I was never to talk about fire ever it wasn't long a meeting with fbi agent hey what do you know about arson murder you know 8 people died what do your husband do for this guy he works on cars well did you know the fbi profiled the owner he hires African Americans to commit horrid crimes he then rats them out frame them for crimes from selling drugs weapons home invasion and murder no I did not know that what about arson you know this guy is very dangerous he controls this town from cops to judges he will kill you and your little girls do you understand me so if you know something or think of something take my card and card me the fbi wants to protect you and your family this began my wearing wires pregnant for the fbi I finally broke down two husbands later another arson murder nine victims perished alive for a whorehouse cover ups corruption abuse of power and organized crime like Comey I too kelp FBI memos receipts from the state department money transfer from the Bureau I never spoke of fire I only wrote it all down it's great for therapy the arsonist returned with a venges home invasion ripping pages about dynamite finally he ignited an ied in my face I survived only by gods grace his obsession allows him to believe he has ever right to collect insurance monies on my behalf from my injuries the monies used to regroup crime not to mention like any other domestic terrorist as a signature attack on my deceased loved ones and thousands of deceased civil rights advocates leaders and their families starting with kings as in martin luther parks as in rosa robinson as in michelle robinson Obama as in Jackie robinson his rage and hatred he hires three African Americans to unearth bur oaks cemetery on cicero ave. finally researching his family history speaking eye to eye with his weeping mother she exposed her family were ku klux klansmen from Madison Wisconsin created severe pent up hatred a need to burn brown human beings alive the difference between night and day

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long does it take for human to melt within the bone do you feel like god when you burn elderly afro Americans alive do you rejoice with the burning cross like the killer did in Birmingham after igniting the bomb killing for little girls or like the bomb that hit Malcom littles X house I often wonder how it would be face to face with a Ku Klux Klansman the FBI briefed me on your terror hiding behind African Americans down on their luck but I really want to know what going through your head when you hear the wails helpless screaming the sirens arriving your thoughts only on insurance monies Wisconsin political Klansman paying off corruption to focus on jay walking instead of mass murder what make you different than atta ziad bin laden nothing except you suppose to be American an yet you are a domestic terrorist reading my diary exposing me to death because you killed nine helpless innocent people burned alive you are an American domestic terrorist i'm sure it was a blast unearthing but oak cemetery all those coloreds laid to rest what control unearthing michelle obamas family along with mine including my Italian grandmother going back to the old country 2000 years I do not fear your corrupt hideous freak at the da's office your terror shall end ciro

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Sorry coward somehow arson murder of nine out ways any trumped up terror behind corruption hires to cover you murders three wise men saved me from my assassination you planned so carefully you are a klansman scratching mexican snatch some boss of trash
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dear john gotti
you must understand I will never give in to your threats perhaps it's because my heritage mason Italy my great great grand parents built rome one cannot imagine such a beautiful gift your terror under Jamaican Mexican dealers extorting my brain injury claim investing silently construction contractors lawn services you are no different than your idol Sammy the bull whom you glorified more than your own father sadly I met with your enforcer it wasn't nice however i'm passed that now truly
I do hope the five families could come to some sort agreement with the full understanding that I cannot be blackmail extorted or bullied by your insurance fraud and malice arson murders over properties

mason italy

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waking from a coma your mind
spins searching for affection compassion
creating fairytales of feelings emotions love

that just can not be possible vertigo dizziness
fainting as the brain tries to repair lost
neurons the brain actually itch many days

I wished I could just open my skull and scratch
sudden deterioration of brain matter as your
mind rushes to remember things and store

memories reliving traumatic events just in case
the brain suddenly stops ends the death of my brain

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