Targeted Individuals Fight Back

My Poetry As a Targeted Individual

I have written Poetry about my Targeted Individual experiences. It helps me to get through it.

A concerning type of science is rapidly developing that has serious capabilities of victimizing innocent citizens– resulting in serious health risks, privacy violations, freedoms being lost, information/identity theft, and in some cases death – as well as many unethical practices being applied. This science involves the use of involuntary implantation of microchips into humans and can  and has been known, to have been done without knowledge or consent of the individual!  Medical professionals often miss diagnose victims as delusional.

I want to start out by saying that in my situation what I believe is a real case of being stalked by a condemnation website. A situation I ended up in back in 2002 while chatting with strangers on the internet. To me it really happened and when I try to explain the incident to people by writing and documenting incidents that I perceive as being reality. Most of the people I tell my story to will respond by saying that it doesn’t sound like a reality.

In the world of advanced technology and computer science there is a thing called V2K (Voice to Skull) I believe that I have fallen victim to this kind of harassment. I began hearing the voices a little back in 2005 and in 2015 I began hearing the voices more frequently. When I try to explain to people that somebody broke into my home one night while I slept and  put a microchip in my back where I wouldn’t notice it at the time, connected it to their computer and use V2K on their website where I can hear their voices and they can hear my voice and my thoughts. The story sounds ridiculous so I am told that V2K isn’t really going on and that I’m schizophrenic. It’s hard for me to accept the diagnosis of schizophrenia because I really believe that the voices I hear are coming from real people who are stalking me from a website on the internet.

I have written the following poetry about my experiences of being stalked by a condemnation and “Put to Death” website

Once Upon a Microchip to Internal Website

When once upon a time

has become an unknown case,

Never a thought to understand

the predator that I face.

Without personal consent

when I eat or take a nap,

In secret my body scanned

for the makings of website and App.

The law would be broken

by those who prefer lies,

Not seen by the hidden

where there once were eyes.

The game they call conviction

will cause people to fall,

When their backs are turned

and the victim does not call.

Shy and oftentimes reserved,

A social disability impair,

Those who act get nothing

but a bribe, while I don’t care.

Mind control uses my voice

but it never comes from me,

Deceit is then made easy,

when truth is not there to see.

The games are an attempt

to cause people to kill,

The Perpetrator above the law

with investigator at their will.

The victim threatens often

using the mind darkness possess,

The witch in her own silence

can curse and sometimes bless.

The mentally confused, forgets

the day that came before,

For a minute there is kindness

then both sides fight to endure.

The normal would be broken

and want to quickly die,

But, an intellectual disability

does not understand, just why.

Was I suppose to freak out

and run screaming in the night?

Instead I only talk inside

while nobody is in sight.

There is unknown control

over the games they play,

A plan of accidental death

that the perpetrator get away.

As crazy as this may seem

the days turn into years,

There were changes going on

while in hiding, some in tears.

I do not see the faces

that go against my will,

Every attempt to be understood

is a prescription for a pill.

As a target I am the problem

with a lack of social skills,

The delusions of a psychotic mind

and the example it instills.

© Shelley W. Williams -2017

V2K Condemnation

A microchip it seems to be

not one but two and maybe three,

Words come through, my thoughts are heard

no privacy of my mind in word.

I️ do not fear the spread of cell,

a condemnation site to make life hell..

To torture me and put to death.

It aches my head, I️ hold my breath.

It follows me, won’t let me go

The people play, some do not know.

The process takes time to spread the earth

that it might kill my soul and worth.

Mind control takes over my voice,

Words come through “You have no choice!”

When it controls each burp and more,

my body used to make me sore.

I️ cannot run from cruel intent,

The people speak, I️ feel resent.

An uprising of violent thought ,

They can’t break my heart, when blame is naught

The perps find reason, “Call it news.”

to exploit and then abuse.

“In retaliation!” Becomes a game

They plan to kill, place me with blame.

The bigger threat is not my own

May the truth be ever known.

© Shelley W. Williams -2017

Cyber Assault

Alone in my silence

the dark shadow screams,

It comes in the night,

the destroyer of dreams.

The shadow stands specter

at the foot of my bed,

It puts me in a trance

and fills me with dread.

My mind in the fight,

the struggle inside,

The dreams and the terror

and nowhere to hide.

The threats neural within

seek accidental death,

A cyber attack haunts,

with pain in each breath.

Microchip implants

mind control takes my voice

Hidden from sight,

an App rids me of choice.

Pleasure in deception

where an act is a lie,

A cry In the darkness

that the laws will not die.

Greater the tyrant

points as if to blame,

Lives above the law

to torment and defame.

The plan to discourage

and harm without care,

The rise up of destruction

poison fills the air.

An advance in technology,

conviction to condemn,

Cyber assault an eclipse,

an intrusion of phlegm.

The body awakens

to the devil that creep,

Screams become silent

and the crevices steep.

In the master computer

the message system they use

The advanced technology

that is made to abuse.

The Age of Spy Game

The Perpetrators hide from view

and have not paid for what they do.

In the ways of Islam, Sharia law,

It was not of me and what I saw.

In The church I remain free

While other People hassle me.

Destroying property left and right,

Their accusations, I must fight.

I do not know who, where or why?

to report the intrusion of this spy

This stalker is secure in place

and haunts me from cyberspace.

Proof is hard when they are wise,

they live on tales and spoken lies.

Permission is a forgery,

no document was signed by me.

Inside I hide where I can weep,

some will lie to take and keep.

A stolen identity, times now past,

nobody came to me and asked.

Naps in the daytime, asleep in the night

Scanned to connect to App and website

I have no knowledge of their game

or of the stories that they claim.

I do not know what I did wrong

to make these people tag along.

I was never there with willing hand

nor did I smile from where I stand.

They choose to say how it will be

in the United States Where I am free.

I ignore the words inside my head

and every excuse that may be said.

I have been victim to their lies

A target of humor for computer spies.

I am not smart enough to care

or understand the world out there.

What is real and what is not?

The stalker tries, to not be caught.

No matter what I do and say

the perpetrator has his way.

© Shelley W. Williams -2017

The Community Stalker

I have had mental debates

with the hijacker of my mind.

Their words are not innocent

and these people are unkind.

It is the work of a hidden evil

that haunts the world today.

A hunger to control a life

and stalk their chosen prey.

They use accusations, rumors,

bogus investigations and lies,

Setups, intimidation and threats

and continue as hidden spies.

It’s called community stalking

and as terrorism it will spread.

The victim faces years of pain

and mental anguish in the head.

There are constant emotions

and the victim appears broken.

Unless there is a way to avoid

the people and words spoken.

The stalker may stay hidden

but his intelligence is great.

They try to destroy a human life

through people and their hate.

The victim would breakdown

and be psychologically unwell.

As a result of the humiliation

and the rumors that they tell.

The emotional terror and torture

makes the victim feel alone.

The community surrounds them

with threats of the unknown.

This form of gang stalking

may not be easy to understand.

They monitor to gain control

and will have the upper hand.

They make themselves appear

as if they are not to blame.

An intrusive way of stalking

to bring one down in shame.

They break into an innocent life

and breathe mental assault.

How can you catch a stalker

who says it’s the victim’s fault?

May there be future justice

that the stalker has no say.

There has to be a way to stop

those who manipulate modern day.

I have learned about and experienced this form of stalking. You have to be strong to endure it. I’m thankful I’m still alive today after what I have endured. I hope nobody else ever goes through it.  

© Shelley W. Williams -2014

The Community Stalker (Version Two)

Remote neural monitoring,

the test of the new age,

the targeted individual,

a victim when hearsay enrage.

Hate can spread quickly

and words circulate the air,

the gossip chain erupts

and causes some to glare.

The community involved

may not have a clue,

but, they are the actions

of the stalker’s say and do.

The target walks a path,

doors slam as they go by,

blinds will open or close,

watched by a hidden eye.

Hold back a response

if the target tries to talk,

excuse to follow example

tells the community to mock.

Pictures taken in silence

and the rise up of rude word,

It is an organized stalking

when car horns are heard.

Noises thrown at a target

in a recruited community,

made to feel all alone

even among ones family.

Made fun of by people,

all the laughter and the jokin’

rude comments shouted

that the victims heart be broken.

Beware the hidden stranger,

and the community that stalk,

A “muse”d by the uprising

in avoidance that I talk.

© Shelley W. Williams

Stalked In The Modern World

In the world of Psychotronic science

there is an illegal, secret side.

The ability to get into the mind

where there is no run and hide.

Remote Neural monitoring,

attacks the privacy of the mind.

Your thoughts can be heard

and unknowingly redefined.

Privacy has been destroyed

and the moment may be strange.

The implant that takes over

puts you through a change.

Your rights have disappeared

and mentally you fall apart.

The proof is well hidden

within the depths of your heart.

This Psychological warfare

is a highly advanced attack.

Your mind doesn’t know the party

that goes on behind your back.

Voice to skull transmissions

make you appear mentally ill.

A Schizophrenia diagnosis

when you don’t really need a pill.

It can become torture

and bring about a shock.

The fear will eat you up inside

and the public will gang stalk.

The holographic projections

and the survival of mind game.

Fear runs through your body

when the predator takes aim.

The spy that creates delusion

hides themselves out of the way.

Distance is the enemy

and manipulation is modern day.

They recruit the community

and the truth is never known.

Actions that seek results

and make the target feel alone.

The authority figure speaks

and your neighbor will comply.

Nobody understands the truth

of the eavesdropping, hidden eye.

© Shelley W. Williams -2014

Cyber Assault

Alone in my silence

the dark shadow screams,

It comes in the night,

the destroyer of dreams.

 

The shadow stands specter

at the foot of my bed,

It puts me in a trance

and fills me with dread.

 

My mind in the fight,

the struggle inside,

The dreams and the terror

and nowhere to hide.

 

The threats neural within

seek accidental death,

A cyberattack haunts,

with pain in each breath.

Microchip implants

mind control takes my voice

Hidden from sight,

an app rids me of choice.

Pleasure in deception

where an act is a lie,

A cry In the darkness

that the laws will not die.

Greater is the talker

who points as if to blame,

Lives above the law

to torment and defame.

The plan to discourage

and harm without care,

The rise up of destruction

as much as VR can impair.

An advance in technology,

conviction to condemn,

Cyber assault an eclipse,

an intrusion of phlegm.

The body awakens

to the devil that creep,

Screams become silent

and the crevices steep.

In the master computer

a perp set to stalk,

The lies and the threats

that nobody will talk.

 

Cyber Science

A microchip inserted

underneath the skin,

While asleep on the couch

an intruder came in.

To cause to destroy

with its demeaning game,

The excuse and the lies

to place me with blame.

A fluid cause of congestion,

each ping hurts my head,

The days of torment

that fill me with dread.

When dizzy, light headed,

I am slow to speak,

The ache in my joints

makes me feel weak.

My stomach in knots

as if it were indigestion,

A burp and a swallow

But “How?” Is the question.

Cyber Science is stalking

to put me to death,

A time of survival,

with hope in each breath.

Cyber Stalker

 

What is this struggle

going on in my head?

A voice to my subconscious

that I forget what I said.

 

Pushed word and thought

to help me to know,

Little to no understanding

and the damage is slow.

 

I can hear people talking

and yet I don’t speak,

the daydreams in my head

and my inner thoughts leak.

 

A mental intruder to darken

to torture and abuse,

The virtual reality, translucent

the microchip that they use.

It takes a lot of thought

to blurt out a word,

The balance of indecency

when my mind is heard.

 

Schizophrenia is diagnosed

and nobody wants to hear,

The similar symptoms

cause unbelief of the fear.

Deep into an active mind

a science built up inside,

Acts of manipulation

is in secret applied.

 

What is known as logic

is lost to the modern day,

The reality of voice-to-skull

when some say “No way!”

 

But, if you can believe 

in a cause with the effect,

The body scanned, the

computer, and how it connect.

Let this be a warning,

the App has ben set,

The website has been likened

and the threat as of yet.

The internet crawls in the use

of the hidden game play,

Science rattles the mind

and the terrorist hides away.

The Broken Hostage

Taken hostage by the eyes

that judge me with a glare.

The words of a stalker

to cause times of despair.

I suffer at their hands,

The sounds of recorded voice.

I never get to say my part

because they take my choice.

My mind forced in silence,

twisted of word use,

The enemy rise up at last

with a threat known as abuse.

What hides, makes it a game,

accusations at one end,

CyberScience as the weapon

not easy to comprehend.

A microchip effect the body

Scanned, to connect website and App,

Makes me sick in torment,

In a coma, I take a nap.

Word beaten, message sent,

Put in the public eye,

Telling people what to do

that my inner feelings die.

Haunted by the struggle,

wanting to be free,

Nothing to the moment

and it seems, it is just me.

© Shelley W. Williams – 2018

A Broken Promise

The words you often say

when you pick on me,

You try to hurt me, make me cry

and you make fun of me.

I have been judged daily,

Pointed at with blame,

You try to force your beliefs

with scorn, hate in your game.

My feelings are ignored,

Some just don’t understand,

Avoiding me completely

withdraw from me your hand.

I am your main complaint,

when you spread rude word,

Telling people all the worst

to say that’s what you heard.

You put me through torment

while on condition to care,

Always saying, “fat and ugly”

and “Nobody wants you there.”

In everything you choose to do,

and in the words you say,

My tears have now run dry

from the pain endured each day.

© Shelley W. Williams -2018

The Targeted Individual 

Beware the human target

The victim with a gun,

To handle being tortured

is to fight with everyone.

The Cyberstalker whispers

Denies me every friend,

Takes time to destroy me,

to bring life to an end.

Beaten and demeaned

for another’s act of sin,

to pray hate upon me

and say I’m forbidden.

The image that’s created

when I think I’m out of sight,

It’s spoken out of context

But lies make it seem right.

The World has a view,

uncommon as before,

A computer is a tool

where a window is a door.

This Advanced Technology

to torment and abuse,

The website of tomorrow

that no human should use.

Intrudes a hidden stranger,

The warning to be strong,

Watched at every angle

always saying “You did wrong!”

Blame would often follow

and people would complain,

The type of advanced warfare

to punish me with pain.

Once my life was beautiful,

A time of feeling free,

Now my tears have dried

and nobody comes to me.

© Shelley W. Williams -2019