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Poetry 23 – Never-To-Be-Forgotten November 29, 2011

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29-11-11 | 14.53 PM

Be polite and respectful, when you are dealing with a human being.
But ultimately, never fear. Cause for the fear the mind is a killer, and that is exactly how they can enslave us, abuse us.

I am as old as creation itself – I shall be there untill eternity.
I shall be a lover untill eternity – And remember my name for paternity.
In my days I be emphasized but until your by my side.

Never-to-be-forgotten,
TP (The Paternity)
Waqas sSOS

 

Poetry 22 – W-T-C 9 September 2011 – SMINE Militaries as STC-SMINE-Militaries arrested September 6, 2011

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In the mystique and of any injustice is it’s impunity a whole arena that cannot continue.
The verisimilitude of realities being plotted by online and offline camouflaged news networks is it proven where the murderers struck first.
Which was not only in camouflaged fake warfare and real warfare, but also at the same time as world trade center monstrosity in all round hypermodern warfare.

9.11 has been caused by Pentagon, Defensie, China, Europe and Asia and Africa.
Conclusive to the networks who were left after 2001 or just as 2001 to any other year.

In the nights of the life and the times of the minds you will become one step closer to the surrender. Surrender.
Their plotters and money sixworthpennyness of palmgreasing with their verisimilitude of dogs indoctrination at 00.55 AM came to an end with 9.11, as they attempted it again.
Conclusive to hijacking a litigation process. The misfeasance, contravention, and of course impunity of SMINE Militaries infiltrating with prevaricators such as the 2 on 00.55 AM of 07-09-11.

This was The Paternity – Never-To-Be-Forgotten.
07-09-11 | 00.55 AM

 

The world where we lived and died, and tried through the darkness and old times July 5, 2010

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05-07-10 | 16.37 PM to 16.39 PM to 16.40 PM to 16.45 PM to 16.49 PM- Brainhijackers active.

The world where we lived and died, and tried

We thought we would be on MARS now, but the bal was set too high.
We saw how the body changed through MOON, but the bal, what they never understood.
We thought we would be in reality now, but their brains were all the faces, who were terrorizing the bals.
We thought the evil was gone, but we see how easy it is to kill each other.
We thought we would find a way to survive, but never survived without overcoming time. Today.
We thought we would know that we would live and not die, but TNN wanted a weak fist of the poet by saying we are the murderers.
So how you wanna reply to my brain, when your now hijacking it as the murderers?

STCT is arrested. Impending Incarceration, capitulation continued. Sovereign Powers arrested of STCT by AIVC RSR, Legitimacy.
Virtual reality, the world where we lived and died.
And that’s why I am not a fool, cause I tried it all alone against you, 26 years long against this STCT-Camouflaged world.
Which I did intercepted as TP-DST.
From the paternity in the rage against the world rising up against them, of the wreckless edges, 24 hours a day.
(be-born 1983) 1984 borned to 2010, 26 years old, no confusion here possible. No ongoing possible of STCT. No illusion here.
Cause if it’s better in my world, that it’s sweeter with the end of STCT.

 

When the day came and the skies cried away – (BIL 200(4)-5-2009(10) - May 27, 2010

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27-05-10 | 21.43 PM

When the day came and the skies cried away – (BIL 200(4)-5-2009(10) -

From my last poets on internet, which I left on the way, to make sure they would remember me, I came back to the one imagination factor again, conclusive to the same way I defeated the kidnappers. And the infiltrators the all-round-murderers.

Here is the poet, which is without a mistake, a cause of the polar-change.
If anybody sees this I am still alive.

They isolated me again, with ZIGGO, STCT-HOLLAND, now they made everybody instructed/trained microwaved.

I cannot continue towards them, they are the murderers, their organizations have to be shut down.

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When the day came and the skies cried away, I walked like nobody knew me.
I walked like nobody ever knew me, and walked back again like everyone was part of it.

I remember why she was part of them, when she putted her head on my left shoulder.
Since than my life changed into a monstrosity of 10 years of death throes.
And till now I am still fighting all alone.

Im so incomplete that forever I will be alone.
My prophescy being abused 24 hours a day, to stay alone.
I am not going to surrender, I will defeat them, cause now I made enough evidence to, fight back.
Which took me at least 10 years or so, in case of 2001 to 2002, 4Rom 2002 to 2004 and 4Rom 2004 to 2005, as 4Rom 2004-2005 to 2010, 4Rom june 2008 and before june 2008 since 2007 and september 2007, to the ongoing of these years till 2010 4Rom 2009.

All is proven on word-press, their in genocide-status active.
They tried many times to get me dead, I had to fight every day for my life which is recorded.
Just as in 2005 with the heart shootings and the body killing techniques and all-round-murder propaganda with the toneel van gekken en nekken, conclusive to the reason why I defeated them, as the crown of them all named Balkenende of the rest of the world is still awaiting his Death Penalty with his military leaders who were part of this and are still walking around of the same people who caused the sigmoid-heart-body murder on purpose with video clips and are using now cars outside to act like were normal, but their not, I already proven that their the enemies of the forbidden prophescy, that does it.

 

Poetry 19 – You saw me December 19, 2009

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You saw me, and than days ahead you didn’t

Security succeeded, and you cried like a baby

You failed to understand that you we’re illegal

You came from a point of view illegal

You stood against security illegal

And your life became illegal

 

Poetry – 18 – Red Alarm December 15, 2009

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Red Alarm, Red Alarm, Red Alarm, I’m playing with the sounds.

And than the same sadists who wanted to protect their overruned terrorism made just as with the stampede murders in Iraq-Basra of females and males, a killer.

There back in England, it has been proven that Mi5/Mi6 had murderers at large, related to shootings in my heart.

Red Alarm, Red Alarm, Red Alarm, I was playing with avast antivirus sounds and had e-mail strategies to shut them down.

 

Poetry – 17 – Why October 30, 2009

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Why wasn’t this enough to tell you that I would promise to be forever faithful in my own way?

Why wasn’t this enough to tell females who I could love, that I wouldn’t let myself down to know me and you better?

Why wasn’t you the one who set itself up to comfort the truth for me?

Why wasn’t you the one who set itself up to recognize the truthfulness for me?

When you knew, that I was almost as upset to be the one that could never be the one who would lose you.

When you knew, that I wasn’t the one who would fail to love you.

 

Poetry – 16 – Red Alarm October 27, 2009

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Alarm Alarm, They are coming

Alarm Alarm, they are standing

Why did you come here

Alarm Alarm, my poetry isn’t working

Alarm Alarm, why did you infiltrate

Alarm Alarm, do you believe in infiltrations?

So do I.

These are creating human rights abuses

And undercoverly spoken, it is.

 

Poetry – 15 – Drawn back from life October 15, 2009

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How could it be when we have to give to our own children’s, and those in need
That we drawn back from their life, as we supposed not to be in need
Indeed, we are drawing so many times back
But those militaries had to disengage back
Now how can it be that we left them in awkward need
They are helpless and maintaining themselves nevertheless helpless
I can’t succeed without the good in the life to be, appreciations
How can it be, when Michael Jackson doesn’t or does comes back, appreciated
I couldn’t divorce myself, literated, from what we drawn back from life?

Oh my gosh, how could it be, childrens are fighting for their life.
Every 2 second another baby would be dying?
How could it be, that we didn’t do anything?

Left to right, right to left, up to down, from down to up
How could it be, we are the world, lets make a chance of living
And lets start giving
We cant be drawn back from live for forgiving, cause we dont
We dont, we justify and we hold straight, we can’t fail and never betrayed
So let’s start sharing, in this world where we prepare for our life indeed
Cause there is a chance we taking, in our own life’s
Now as a victim I can tell, what I feel like in life
And I almost gave away from my heart my life
Than I read the headlines, it proven that people knew me
Cause I’m coming closer to the verdict of what was taken away
Now there is a chance we take, and never break in life
For you and me, there is a heart, that never was sold
And never was bought, but if we feed them all
We would read papers with honesties super sonicly
And all of that, would go upon our children’s
Thus we cannot drawn back from life’s innocents
And thus there is a chance we taken
And if we are guilty we end up in life

 

Poetry – 14 – Remember us October 12, 2009

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As I go to a dinner location, I see a girl, showing her maternity.
She really had one, she looked like one.
As I go to a dinner location, I see another girl, showing her maternity.
She really showed and she reply as a dualization.
As Michael Jackson might remember, what beauty is.
I might remember, and you might remember:

Remember us.

Vaqas Syed benchmarking for 2013 and 2014.

A time to look back 2.

 

Poetry – 13 – Remember me October 12, 2009

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In 2013 the world will remember me.

As I will remember them.

As a tragedy was prevented.

And as science succeeded.

 

Poetry – 12 – Michael Jackson October 11, 2009

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I saw it, since the time they shown it, I saw it.
Since the time I learned it, I saw it.
But I never saw so much appreciation as I read further.
That a memorial service for the king of pop was true.
And for you and me its a day to look back 2.
And once were back together one day.
I will be sure our dreams can come true, that day.

May all your blessings be true upon you.

Recognized by,

Vaqas Syed

Maestro 3Com.

 

Poetry 11 – Drawn life October 9, 2009

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A bright star in the life, than that hole in the dying day.
Looking for a life, than the loaded gun.
When you find yourself loved in life.
You find yourself in love.
That time to create security.

Drawn a life, like a specy, that never knew how to survive, in basics.
All of the specs to purposes of our life in the time that we took to stay.
The prides we had to take with the purposes of lifes conditions.
As our loaded guns became unloaded guns.
We knew that the chance would become a position.
And that’s why we became a contradiction.
As we are drawn in life.

 

Poetry 10 – The truth: before I started fighting for my life from june 2008 and before months earlier (vommitting) October 9, 2009

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Walking towards death, higher, growing, sun, I shall find my sky and my hight. My pain takes the form of a cross, the kiss of the star land off the night. A cipher on the register of pain, That I may drink my portion of sky, my portion of my fairest love, my love, my heart-night.
I am growing, growing pain. Truth accomplished my release, my sky, my night from you, All eyes dissapear of night.
And my release 2005 is accomplished tonight.

Walking towards death, higher, growing, sun, I shall find my sky and my hight. My pain takes the form of a cross, the kiss of the star land off the night. A cipher on the register of pain, That I may drink my portion of sky, my portion of my fairest love, my love, my heart-night.

I am growing, growing pain. Truth accomplished my release, my sky, my night from you, All eyes dissapear of night.

And my release 2005 is accomplished tonight.

And my release 2006 2007 2008 and again in 2009 is accomplished tonight.

09-10-09

 

Murderers on the internet October 7, 2009

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At poetry.com a website used to exist creating a lot of poetry’s and giving them in books to people.

After all the years my poetry was on their website they removed the sites impact and itself and changed the whole site, immediate.

This type of behavior proves what type of murderers of the internet are at large, who believe that changing poetry can change their minds.

The poetry came from the past on the internet, as I lived through the year 1997 to 2000, this type of internet strategy’s are illegal and actionable with life sentences, this is the evidence of that, as it was known of vaqas syed and viki syed on poetry.com or google.

Proof:

She has torn me apart now by Vaqas Syed – The most comprehensive poetry website,poetry resources: Poetry.com.
www.poetry.com/dotnet/P7486289/999/1/display.aspx

 

Poetry 9 – Midst of Fire September 30, 2009

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I never compromize.

How do you compromize?

In Midst of Fire?

You choose, but I chose.

You saw, but I’v seen.

So your deeds known.

But Im allready shown.

Far from the farest of love.

And still I am not bleeding as hell.

But inside I am, like a murder probe on them.

 

Poetry 8, How I survived the first days and weeks of a major collapse of the body August 30, 2009

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The first days and weeks of the very first june 1st 2008, we’re shocking and deadly, I had to go through a lot of painfull days actually all of them.
I been living a life through a memory that didn’t failed to fight 24 hours a day for my life, AS A CONTINUAL CYCLUS OF AIR-TO-DEATH SITUATIONS OF RESPIRATIONS WE’RE AT LARGE.

This poetry is about how I survived with simple basic tools in the first days.

1 word was too less and 1 car was too wrong
I chose from one memory to another’s piece of sanity
1 word became wrong and 1 logic became victimized
the entire world security amendment as never been felt before
I was the whole architecture, but neglected and deteriorated for sure
My body in pieces of a puzzle of death
I picked up nivea creme
And used it many times around that vessel area as car 58 passes by now
I knew how to survive, but the first day that I layed on the bed, and couldnt move 1 inch that easily
It was a horror doom scenario that kept on going for days, weeks and especially months
I been fighting so long putted creme everywhere, and than strategically shutted it down as I knew changes came
The whole body was upside down, I needed to have a life around my name
Nobody gave me my human rights back, the psychiatry my enemy was keeping up the pressure to abuse me
I was being victimized by military strategists, who defended psychiatries cause to inject me and abuse me every month many times
I was pulled over to the circle of death as Joachims pull up fitness stick helped to save my life in life to death situtations
I needed more and got assistance of my mother, but she was allready giving up on continuing
I needed more but my sister was falling wide asleep almost when I needed the most
You really dont have an idea how long it cost me to fight for my life
If you would, and you listened to the evidences of the professorate you would be shocked to yourself
THIS WAS AND IS MY LIFE never forgetting the long road of using small towels with water to prevent me from dying 24 hours  a day on my stomach area’s and the days i fought for my life as another day came that i almost died from it just as all but mine output was stuck and the air was all going away, i pushed all my power and stood one chance again to survive, suddenly i came in respiration trouble i was running out of air and i adopted to a quick challenge to rub my back carefully and use warm water also carefully, i somehow made it out, i survived another super death situation, which was allready warned about with coma-status a day before, just as code red dry and glaucoma.

 

 
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