The Choreographer: Court of Record
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The Birth of an Angel Returning to the Spirit from Silent Hands Written for my mother with reference to the license AD 405 What type of words would you have for a mother’s departing spirit, except that the cold snow feels good on one’s tear stained face. I feel trees passing by the windows of this train, moils of vibrating tendrils: All sorts of servers offering their trust; tenets willingly offered to care for the tarnished image upon his brow. I am horrified by this call to arms that has me painfully clinging past crystals of ice forming eyelets in the passionless air. There is no violence to belie, yet every imperfection adorns this cruise along a wintery sky. Below there is the shadow of a daybreak, the chatter of starving birches displaying their spidery webs beside tall firs of black augers. Bogs are there in the mind that hunt a nation’s stride, tensile now for the soul whose thoughts are fled. Her vigil stands for the ones who gambled with our lives and lost. She also weeps and hopes for something best known that her forest child could send. There is a statue called Our Lady of the Saguenay River where a marine fjord meets the St. Lawrence River Established in 1988.
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This manuscript is a template about “Whistle Blowing” in an organization designed for economist voters. “Court of Record” shows the author’s stand on truth for the protection of our children due to threats by various translations of either Biblical or religious texts to making them illegitimate bargaining chips. Administratively, our CF uniforms leave women open to degradation. My license to a privilege of marriage, in contrast to the construction of Capital investment involving conjugal relationships has shown a discrepancy between words like dower and dowry for those of us entitled to a sign of respect under our National Flag. Additionally and historically, the necessity for the Maple Leaf as opposed to corporeal punishment of both men and women in an area of Correctional Institutions should have supported the belief that even a low ranking officer is still an officer deserving of merit without question. This manuscript draws on the parallels of lives met with those of the solid angle of a mathematical omega. It also factually documents that I am not responsible for the red book of criminal codes given to my son. I am, however, responsible for the welfare of his name’s sake in Canada. The Red Book is a preventable threat to my family and to every man, woman and child. The local law enforcement, supporting the LGBT-Q flag, has gone too far using our resources against us as a type of entrapment where women have no say: Period.
About the Author
My real name is Kimberly A. Barker nee Rose, although I will be using the name Kwayani Roseus. This is a protection of me in the first person as I go through the process of identification after the threat of my childhood maiden name was used against me. The fact that my military career was littered with accusations of all kinds of assumptions about the ability of women employed for national security, it was further challenged hearing how my mother passed away at the age of 82 years after numerous preventable surgeries. The solitary journey to attend her funeral in Summerside, where I grew up, taking the VIA rail to Moncton, was the inspiration for a poem as a tribute to her personally. I joined the military after my sister allowed my father to excommunicate me from my family for her having a child out of wedlock. My father had been a school teacher and he blamed me for not letting him know about the situation. My ability to contribute to her financially though was a letter into the world of the underground economy....and drugs. Learning to stand on your own though, despite the false accusations of others was something I could relate to in our era of Peacekeeping missions for the years employed and deployed as CAF memberships. What I did not expect was the continued assault of my ownership of Canadian lands when I found out about the person using my maiden name when we were posted to Toronto, ON. Systematically, our country should have been able to correct this tort when they had the opportunity to do so. They did not, thus this manuscript explores the real need for an ABD: The author herself.