New Poems About the Targeting
by Sharon R. Poet
Memorial day
On this strangled memorial day
I visit no tree or forgotten grave
Like I used to do for my mother
And the willow I couldn't save.
But in crevaces of reluctant memories
Of when I dared to think we were free
I pry their stones from stars and stripes
With the hope that we soon will be.
On this strangled memorial day
I visit no tree or forgotten grave
Like I used to do for my mother
And the willow I couldn't save.
But in crevaces of reluctant memories
Of when I dared to think we were free
I pry their stones from stars and stripes
With the hope that we soon will be.
Warm Tears
When warm tears, filled with pain,
Slide down a victim's fading face
Don't wipe them away - just let them stay
For all of the human race.
When warm tears, filled with pain,
Slide down a victim's fading face
Don't wipe them away - just let them stay
For all of the human race.
Something Has to Change
When wars for freedom
Destroy the little that's left,
And minds die while Hearts cry
Around souls shoved off a cliff;
When victims fall one by one
With no place left to grope
For what is needed and is gone
Or just some remnant of hope,
Something Has to Change
When wars for freedom
Destroy the little that's left,
And minds die while Hearts cry
Around souls shoved off a cliff;
When victims fall one by one
With no place left to grope
For what is needed and is gone
Or just some remnant of hope,
Something Has to Change
Insaned
God help the victims,
Who are set to blame,
And the bits of awareness
That they have insaned
In throws of the darkest
Covert wars and games.
God help the victims,
Who are set to blame,
And the bits of awareness
That they have insaned
In throws of the darkest
Covert wars and games.
The List
When I saw it my heart cried,
"Oh, please just take me off
Your sorted list of judged ones
Who have lost their loved ones
And are imprisoned by the game,
The watch list of targets chosen
To outlive someone else's shame."
Its just another Schindler's List
That is there to remind us
Of voids of Love we miss.
Please list us all as saved
By all that is openly nice
Instead of remaining enslaved
Inside that judgment's vice.
When I saw it my heart cried,
"Oh, please just take me off
Your sorted list of judged ones
Who have lost their loved ones
And are imprisoned by the game,
The watch list of targets chosen
To outlive someone else's shame."
Its just another Schindler's List
That is there to remind us
Of voids of Love we miss.
Please list us all as saved
By all that is openly nice
Instead of remaining enslaved
Inside that judgment's vice.
Truly Let Go
I hope God shines Light
Into this darkest night -
Touching Hearts
Around the globe
Until the enslaved
Are TRULY let go.
I hope God shines Light
Into this darkest night -
Touching Hearts
Around the globe
Until the enslaved
Are TRULY let go.
Which Side am I On?
I am not on this side or that side.
I still stand too painfully alone.
I am not a perp or running to hide.
I'm trapped under crow's dark choice.
But my heart cries out on line.
Doesn't anyone hear my voice?
I am not on this side or that side.
I still stand too painfully alone.
I am not a perp or running to hide.
I'm trapped under crow's dark choice.
But my heart cries out on line.
Doesn't anyone hear my voice?
Honest and Real
I long for our world to return
To being honest and real -
No more covert programs
And more care we can feel.
I long for our world to return
To being honest and real -
No more covert programs
And more care we can feel.
A Horrible Catch Twenty Two
In the bigger picture
You are all victims too.
But in the smaller scope
I am being hurt by you -
Entrapped and imprisoned.
Its a horrible catch twenty two.
:-(
Please stop what you do.
In the bigger picture
You are all victims too.
But in the smaller scope
I am being hurt by you -
Entrapped and imprisoned.
Its a horrible catch twenty two.
:-(
Please stop what you do.
Hope in the Phantom
I put hope in the phantom
Of what I wish could be.
God, help all of them
And us... including me.
I put hope in the phantom
Of what I wish could be.
God, help all of them
And us... including me.
Enslavement "home"
When "home" is a prison
That aims to enslave,
Where can a heart go
In broken time saved?
When "home" is a prison
That aims to enslave,
Where can a heart go
In broken time saved?
The Raven
The raven flew in to
Sit on the handicapped sign
Just before again sitting at
The table next to mine.
So smooth, so suave
Though out of place
That fake little smile
On his brazen face.
How dare he call me
His "friend" or say
To "thank" what be?
The ravens need Hearts
And to also be set free.
But I don't want them
Sitting so close to me.
I moved.
The raven flew in to
Sit on the handicapped sign
Just before again sitting at
The table next to mine.
So smooth, so suave
Though out of place
That fake little smile
On his brazen face.
How dare he call me
His "friend" or say
To "thank" what be?
The ravens need Hearts
And to also be set free.
But I don't want them
Sitting so close to me.
I moved.
IT IS NOT "too late."
No more ugly black sunglasses.
No more measure of the classes.
No more covert wars and ways.
No more darkness in our days.
No more ugly black sunglasses.
No more measure of the classes.
No more covert wars and ways.
No more darkness in our days.
Let Heart Lead
What part of "NO" do you not understand?
You can not force me into a covert hand.
Your wars are not what I want or need.
Please let your Hearts take the lead.
Please stand up and stop the wars.
Let Freedom ring louder than before.
Set the poor unaware puppets free
And stop harassing people like me.
What part of "NO" do you not understand?
You can not force me into a covert hand.
Your wars are not what I want or need.
Please let your Hearts take the lead.
Please stand up and stop the wars.
Let Freedom ring louder than before.
Set the poor unaware puppets free
And stop harassing people like me.
A bit less of a load
An early morning vision
Shone Light for me to feel
In a place of utter peace
Which I wish were real.
I woke to horns blaring,
Microwaving of my brain
And the sad realization
That all is still the same.
On these days when crows
Are chasing other crows
Exactly what is happening?
I wonder, but who knows.
The early vision still clings
To a place now consoled
And I am left carrying
A bit less of a load.
An early morning vision
Shone Light for me to feel
In a place of utter peace
Which I wish were real.
I woke to horns blaring,
Microwaving of my brain
And the sad realization
That all is still the same.
On these days when crows
Are chasing other crows
Exactly what is happening?
I wonder, but who knows.
The early vision still clings
To a place now consoled
And I am left carrying
A bit less of a load.
Covert Sickness
In a world turned ill with covert sickness
Its the honest and real that is sorely missed.
Twisted puppets jab a victim's rawest pains
Where nothing is clear and no one explains.
Ads and songs rip at a raw bleeding heart
When media is used by the sorted dark.
The vile sickness lures with a mask
Of help and good to finish their task.
Oh, wash it away. This just can not be.
Light the covert dark and set us all free.
In a world turned ill with covert sickness
Its the honest and real that is sorely missed.
Twisted puppets jab a victim's rawest pains
Where nothing is clear and no one explains.
Ads and songs rip at a raw bleeding heart
When media is used by the sorted dark.
The vile sickness lures with a mask
Of help and good to finish their task.
Oh, wash it away. This just can not be.
Light the covert dark and set us all free.
Where's the Good?
When hope is slammed
Beneath a broken hood
And hell moves in to harm
Where is the Good?
When darkness slithers into
Where Light once stood
And struggles to rise again
Where is the Good?
When I stumble all alone
Nothing going as it should
Around our broken lives
Where is the Good?
When what rules the world
Hides under a dark hood
In humans still enslaved
Where is the Good?
When Heart does not stand
In places where it could
While freedom slips away
Where is the Good?
Where is the Good?
Poetic Voice of a Targeted Individual by Sharon R. Poet
This book weaves its way through my fear, anger and pain of being a long term Targted Individual. I hope it helps to validate the feelings of other TIs, and helps the rest of humanity to realize our plight and its direct connection to the future Freedom of ALL of humanity.
Order on Amazon
This is not a "theory." Its a fight for our lives. Its not a matter of if you "believe it" or not -
its a matter of if you are aware and if you can care to help restore our safety and freedom.
World I See
What kind of world can my weary eyes See
What kind of world need grow to be?
A world where kindness picks up paces
To lift broken people from wounded places.
A world where the void of greed and hate
Is filled with Love by the hands of fate,
A world where all is in a state of repair
And none are left in deep despair.
When hope is slammed
Beneath a broken hood
And hell moves in to harm
Where is the Good?
When darkness slithers into
Where Light once stood
And struggles to rise again
Where is the Good?
When I stumble all alone
Nothing going as it should
Around our broken lives
Where is the Good?
When what rules the world
Hides under a dark hood
In humans still enslaved
Where is the Good?
When Heart does not stand
In places where it could
While freedom slips away
Where is the Good?
Where is the Good?
Poetic Voice of a Targeted Individual by Sharon R. Poet
This book weaves its way through my fear, anger and pain of being a long term Targted Individual. I hope it helps to validate the feelings of other TIs, and helps the rest of humanity to realize our plight and its direct connection to the future Freedom of ALL of humanity.
Order on Amazon
This is not a "theory." Its a fight for our lives. Its not a matter of if you "believe it" or not -
its a matter of if you are aware and if you can care to help restore our safety and freedom.
World I See
What kind of world can my weary eyes See
What kind of world need grow to be?
A world where kindness picks up paces
To lift broken people from wounded places.
A world where the void of greed and hate
Is filled with Love by the hands of fate,
A world where all is in a state of repair
And none are left in deep despair.
Index
The Covert War
New Information
Important Articles
The Psychiatric Connection
Gang Stalking
Mind Control
The Weapons
Targeted Individuals
Help for TIs
How to Help TIs
Symptoms
Weather Modification
Eugenics
Lupus
Surveillance Prison
My Testimony
Books
Free Papers/Flyers
For the HEART of Humanity
Message for Loved Ones
Remedy to Save Humanity
Cry for Government Help
My Blog
Contact
Supporting Sites
www.heartbud.com
www.poeticpublications.com
www.technologicalholocaust.com
www.sharonpoet-ti.blogspot.com
Back up Sites
www.heartbud.blogspot.com
www.targeted11.blogspot.com
www.technologicalholocaust.blogspot.com
Copyright 2012 - 2014. Copyrights on various enclosed materials are also held in earlier years. Information on this site is based on my own personal experiences and beliefs and then backed up with links to what I've found for scientific proof. I hope it is helpful to you. Please understand that those who target me sometimes interfere with my writings through infiltrating my computers or microwaving me. I am doing the best I can to keep this site going under indescribably difficult circumstances. So, please look past possible bloops and let your Heart focus on the core issues, which need your attention.
Give us STRENGTH, God...to find our way through bullets hidden in microwaves, and COURAGE, God...to make a STAND that saves our lives and FREEs our land.
Supporting Sites
www.heartbud.com
www.poeticpublications.com
www.technologicalholocaust.com
www.sharonpoet-ti.blogspot.com
Back up Sites
www.heartbud.blogspot.com
www.targeted11.blogspot.com
www.technologicalholocaust.blogspot.com
Copyright 2012 - 2014. Copyrights on various enclosed materials are also held in earlier years. Information on this site is based on my own personal experiences and beliefs and then backed up with links to what I've found for scientific proof. I hope it is helpful to you. Please understand that those who target me sometimes interfere with my writings through infiltrating my computers or microwaving me. I am doing the best I can to keep this site going under indescribably difficult circumstances. So, please look past possible bloops and let your Heart focus on the core issues, which need your attention.
Give us STRENGTH, God...to find our way through bullets hidden in microwaves, and COURAGE, God...to make a STAND that saves our lives and FREEs our land.