Monthly Archives: September 2014

Fragrant Queen – JR Murphy

Every garden should have its fragrant heir
And in this garden it would appear
Queen Jasmine rules the wind and air

As I wend thy way on busy feet
You touch thy soul the moment we meet
Thy Fragrant Queen be thee so very sweet

It not being until having rambled by
You touch me, sense me, slow my stride
And draw from me an indulgent smile

Sweet sweet Jasmine
Sweet Queen, sweet Queen
Thou does feed me with thy calm serene

Thy carriage breeze brings thee here
Moving through me thy Queen so fare
Waiting, wanting another breath of Jasmine air

And thy soul does dream
Thy poetic heart be seen
In this tribute to you thy Fragrant Queen

End

I used to write beautiful poetry.  Then I was told by King Street Artworks that I could only exhibit this poetry and none of my ‘political’ poetry – I havn’t written a beautiful poem since, hard to see the beauty in things when you don’t have a safe place to live and inadequate money as well as being disabled. Oppression.

Red Tape Whores – JR Murphy

I’m now a general for the rebellion
In the red tape wars
Earned in years of battles
With you red tape whores

You treat me like I’m slaving class
You don’t help me to my feet
You certainly don’t walk beside me
Or give me the rehab that I seek

To defeat you miserable bastards
One thing that keeps me going
To exact my revenge
Then see a new wheel turning

Watch you squirm as a Royal Commission
Starts looking up your arse
Watch you squirm as it is revealed
The boundaries you did pass

You disempower every person
Who’s part of your torture wheel
You disempower damaged souls
You won’t let them heal

You disregard the laws
You disregard the facts
You disregard a person’s beliefs
You create the cracks

Into which the broken hearted fall
Those who should be loved the most
You drag us into your red tape war
Tie us to your whipping post

To all casualties of the war
Those driven insane by the red tape whores
Stand up to those miserable bastards
Let’s break down those padlocked doors

To The End

This is dedicated to ACC, Mental Health services and Ministry of Social Development, including Judith Collins, Brendan Boyle, John Crawshaw, Paula Bennett.

Hold On – JR Murphy

Just wrote these new lyrics, been listening to Pete Seeger and Bruce Springstein singing Keep Your Eyes on the Prize, Hold On.  Was fuming after watching TV One coverage of ‘independent’ review of WINZ shootings. Government and media spin sickening.  Makes you want to give up when the lies are at the top level of government, ‘consultants’ & news media.

JR Murphy’s bound for court
Cause they’re not doing what they ought
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on
Says disabled are treated like dirt
People in suits inflict more hurt
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

Freedoms aims are a muddy street
Soon the highways of hell are gunna meet
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on
Keep your hands on the gospel plough
In the fires of hell here now

Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on, hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

Mentally ill are rotting in jail
Cause health services designed to fail
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on
Being told you’re just no good
Just an addict, could if you would

Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on, hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

Been watchin ‘the man’ telling you lies
Media bigots in disguise
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on
Day after the election was lost
Armour went on and the gloves came off

Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on, hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

That thing that you did wrong
Is not listen to us and our songs
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on
That thing that we did was right
Was for good to keep up the fight

Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on, hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on
(Repeat)
Hold on (repeat x 6

(slowly)
Wanna go to heaven cause I’ve been told
The streets are paved with gold, instead
I’ll keep my eyes on the prize and hold on

ENd

Note that verse referring to Bill English telling an audience all people on long term welfare were like addicts – WTF – that was so insulting and corrupt.  Bill English knows my situation and I can’t get health care - lying pig.

Kill Me Quick – JR Murphy – dedicated to all National Party voters

I’m a completely worthless waste of air
You chose a government that’s cruel not fair
Every National voter should kill me quick
Living life so degraded is sick

My story’s rejected by those on show
I’m rejected because of the things I know
My heart bleeds for all those bad things done
By people who say you deserve no-one

My kids have to live with a useless parent
Someone so worthless, well that’s apparent
10 years left rotting on welfare
Because they don’t want to provide health care

Running round and round on their torture wheel
Getting whipped and beaten, so how do you heal
And when I tell someone of my plight
They attack me – LIKE I PICKED THIS FIGHT

Every right-wing voter must take the blame
For poverty & suffering, our nations shame
For all those disabled who get inadequate care
For those that hurt them the lion’s share

You find it abhorant those who abuse
Yet for those that they’ve hurt its neglect that you choose
Although our laws spell out the road
You leave us writhing under this heavy load

Nobody takes responsibility its true
Not the worker, the boss, politician, not you
You assure those at the top get money and praise
While those at the bottom you despise and degrade

God defend New Zealand
God defend our free land
From cruel immoral right-wingers now ruling this place
Who have turned it into a FUCKING DISGRACE!

enD

 

The Torture Wheel – JR Murphy

I’ve written a thousand letters
Phoned a thousand times
Been ignored by hundreds of people
Been told hundreds of lies

I’ve been arrested for saying in chalk
A truth they don’t wanny hear
Stripped naked because of disorder
Neglected because of fear

CHORUS
I’m on that torture wheel
A hot potato am I
I’m on that torture wheel
And I keep on asking them why

I’ve written dozens of poems
About the plight I am in
Written dozens of lyrics and songs
Almost committed a moral sin

I’ve cried a river of tears
Grieved and grieved again
Screamed and wailed at injustice
Been driven to the point of insane

I’m on that torture wheel
A hot potato am I
I’m on that torture wheel
And I keep on asking them why

Rehabilitation must be the goal
And the care ’til you heal
Not the current ‘hot potato’ way
The current torture wheel

This poem’s just one of many
Exposing lies, exposing facts
Until we all get the help that we need
I’ll stay upon these tracks

I’m on that torture wheel
A hot potato am I
I’m on that torture wheel
And I keep on asking them why

If you’re on the torture wheel
If you’re one just like me
At the mercy of ignorant bigots
In mental health and ACC

If you’re on the torture wheel
If you’re one just like me
It’s time to stand up for your rights
Get all the care that you need

I’m on that torture wheel
A hot potato am I
I’m on that torture wheel
And I keep on asking them why

End

What the NZ government does to long term disabled people on welfare is psychological torture, it is degrading, it is experimental and follows no known health or rehabilitation models and to make this failure palatable to their right-wing bigoted voters they brainwash everybody into thinking it is ok.

 

Tow The Line – JR Murphy

Outside Supreme Court

Outside Supreme Court

 

Chalked most of it outside High Court in Wellington today.

This is the full poem

63.  Tow The Line

The agony of emotional pain so intense that I’m now numb
With bitter disappointment in the community from which I come
Because now it is a crime to create art that does fight back
Against discrimination and neglect, against cruelty in fact

Now your support and care’s withheld if you don’t tow the line
If you would just suicide then their lives would be just fine
If the art that you create tells some truth they cannot bear
Then guaranteed at mental health they’ll force you out of there

Where creating art that tells us how the system’s failing bad
Is now considered disrespectful to those who fund the mad
I am sure Hitler and this cronies had similar rules in place
No challenging John Keys leadership, or the propaganda in your face

Dare to make a difference, dare to challenge Mental Health
Dare to write it down and dare to express yourself
Dare to be educated, dare to accept what facts you find
Dare to challenge ignorance, dare to challenge minds

But you’re not allowed to shout and scream, you’re not allowed to fight
You’re not allowed to get upset when things are so ‘not right’
You’re not allowed to talk about it, you’re not allowed to rap
You’re not allowed to be heard above the self-righteous spouting crap

……(Only chalked to here)

Since I have been disabled by rape and then neglect
Since I have been in trauma, unable to forget
Since my suicidal wish invades most every cell
I think of that little boy or girl abused then living hell

I’m reminded that in 20 years when they are adults too
I’ll wish that I’d kept fighting against neglect of the abused
I’ll be reminded of this day when all had turned on me
When all had made it very clear they didn’t want to see

But I don’t need you selfish bigots, I don’t need those to afraid
I don’t need those who like the status quo, or those to power crazed
For my descendents, for my people, for the next 10,000 years
I will dear to make a difference NOW so from abuse they may be spared

enD

 

Wherefore Art Thou ACC – JR Murphy

Wrote this poem at a time I was listening to heaps of Eminem, still remember the night I started rapping the poem to I’m A Soldier.  Cheers for the inspiration Marshall.

Wherefore art thou ACC x 2

No matter how you phrase it
The law tells me the rules
They’re meant for my interpretation
You bureaucratic fools

The times I’ve used the law before
I havn’t needed help
But now I am incapable
Of fighting for myself

Don’t tell me I am wrong
I’ve read it in the act
How ACC is there for us
Why do you ignore that fact

You’ll come and clean my toilet
To get me on my feet
But when I ask for help with parenting
You tell me not to bleat

No matter how far down the cliff I’ve gone
I’m never far enough
Until I lose my sanity
Thing’s gunna be real rough

I want to scream it in your face
I’ve tried with mental health
But I know you just won’t listen
Because I have no wealth

I am a body and a mind
No more important than the other
I don’t deserve this treatment
It just keeps me in the gutter

Cause I had no status in your eyes
As I was just a student
It’s a case of human rights abuse
To you it’s fiscally prudent

Wherefore art thou ACC
Wherefore art thou ACC

And as I write this rap
I feel better about myself
I’m not a wasted loser
Just a product of ignorance

I don’t have cuts and bruises
Leg’s not severed at the thigh
And I never got the help I needed
Keep on asking why

The blood pools all around me
Drips from every piece of art
What does a person do
With such a badly broken heart

Every time I ask for help
It gets increasingly harder
Rejection’s like a hunger’s knife
Giving deep wounds to my mana

I’m filled with toxic shame
A festering type of wound
But all you want to give me
Are drugs to change my mood

It seems so obvious to me
What needs to be done
Treat the mentally injured
The same as anyone

Ignore me at your peril
I’m not about to go away
I will demand that you obey the law
And stop – this – twisted – game you play

Wherefore art thou ACC
Wherefore art thou ACC

End

Censorship by Electoral Commission violation of NZ Bill of Rights

Censorship of the Planet Key video by the Electoral Commission is a violation of the NZ Bill of Rights and international treaties we have signed about political and artistic freedom.  Laws and treaties that were introduced after WWII in an attempt to stop another NAZI Germany – I think these laws are very good and well thought out.

I have had my songs and poetry censored from exhibition because they were exposing abuse in mental health services and ACC.  I was told I was offending the people I knew were abusing, neglecting, degrading and experimenting on mentally injured (often abused) and mentally ill people.  It is a sick sick country I live in.

Wish I had been at Wellington High Court, would have done some protesting. Will get back to Wellington this week and give them shit about it.

Might have to post some video of my latest poetry and songs just to piss of the Electoral Commission.  Going to phone them and tell them I am really pissed off.  If Paul Henry, Mike Hoskings, Sean Plunket etc can be political/news commentators on commercial media then why can’t those of us who oppose the cruel immoral right-wing have the internet to express our views.  This is really sick stuff – the Electoral Commission are obviously corrupt.  Or perhaps nobody has made complaints about the myriad of right-wingers with a voice on TV radio and in newspapers.

Everybody in the Wairarapa knows how right-wing our newspapers are – its scary shit.  Run by the old boys network here, same people who run The Trust, DHB, variety of boards, etc – huge problem with inequality here, bigotry against poor people is vicious and degrading.  Go the Wairarapa – the darklands of New Zealand, and maybe the best region at hiding just how crap it is.

I got told by a DHB member that what I was telling him about how abusive my treatment had been and the levels of suffering in the community of abuse victims that I was ‘intollerable’.  I know people kill themselves in the Wairarapa because welfare and health services are ‘intollerable’.  This is the standard of people running our country.

The ACT candidate here is on the local Council – making sure poor people in the community get ignored and his rich business buddies get everything they want.  He refused to talk about suicide at the candidates meeting because someone he knew had committed suicide – what a cop out from a person who belongs to a political party that openly despises people who need help.

 

Local arts sale confronts me with discrimination & censorship – JR Murphy

Daffodil Day in Carterton was a wash-out this year, which is a shame for the stallholders, Richard and I decided in the afternoon to check out the Waiart art sale at the Events Centre.  Wow what amazing painters, potters and sculpters we have here, hundreds of paintings, a visual tapestry of colour and culture.

We got to Peter Quests work and I remember when he first started doing his form of ‘word’ art.  I bought two of his early works for $50 when I had hardly any money, but he had even less than me.  I supported him as an artist and he has continued to get support from King Street Artworks.  His work has developed and I love it even more now.  Then my heart sinks as I recall that Peter was one of those instrumental in getting me trespassed from King Street Artworks because I was upset with being censored, how King Street was run and how some people were treated by staff.

We also passed some Linda Tilyard paintings, which I loved – such a beautiful person, so nice.  And yet another person who was instrumental in getting me unfairly trespassed and refused to allow me back without conditions about the work I produce.

I sat and talked to an older man with some paintings, we discussed his work.  I recited him a poem called Wairarapa Spring, he was very impressed and asked my name etc.  I told him I had been involved with Waiart in the past but they didn’t like my politics so I couldn’t do my poetry.  That I had been treated badly and being the fragile artist that I was was very hurt by what had happened.

Richard and I walked on, Ian Chapman walked past, the person who is directly responsible for having me trespassed, censoring my poetry and art and discriminating against me further by refusing me access to mental health services through King Street Artworks.

I had an almost overwhelming urge to start reciting wasps in the beehive in a very loud voice.  Two women overheard Richard and I talking about reciting poetry but me deciding against it.  They wanted me to – so I recited Wasps In The Beehive (normal volume)- a poem that Waiart would not have allowed me to perform.  Then I recited Wairarapa Spring, which was an almost perfect description of the weather and landscape of the day.  A small group of people gathered to listen.  I just love doing random poetry at things like this – so why was a so humiliated by Waiart when I first had the opportunity.

I can’t recall the people’s names now, but a few years ago when I first started selling my handmade books I was talking with one of the ladies from Waiart.  It was their annual exhibition and I suggested I could come along and do a few poems as I had been reciting poems there with a friend and the acoustics were good.  She thought it was a great idea, I arrived on the day of the auction/event all dressed and prepared to perform only to be told that I couldn’t as my the poems I was going to do needed to be seen by the committee.

At the time I was unwell, fragile and suicidal, but trying my best to get on with my life and make the most of something I was good at – poetry.  I was going to do some of my beautiful garden poems as there were some beautiful paintings of gardens and flowers.  I knew my audience would be hostile towards any of my political poems and didn’t intend to use these – but so what if I had – my political poetry is well received wherever I go – (eg Probus).

I have never been back to Waiart since I left that day crying, I was so humiliated.  I remember after the person told me I couldn’t perform I stood there trying not to cry, feeling so bad, rejected, discriminated against based on my politics (ie that I protested about appauling mental health services for abused and mentally ill).  After a few minutes of trying to hold back my emotions I started to have a panic attack so almost ran out the door with tears streaming down my face.  The woman from Waiart just watched me go.

I see those woman from Waiart now and they all look at me strangely.  I never say hello even though I know them.  I wonder who told them not to allow me to perform? Was it anybody from King Street Artworks?

It is sad the Human Rights Commission, Health & Disability Commission and local news media didn’t act on my complaints about King Street artworks censoring my art.  Then I had it censored in the community like this and so it goes – which is why I love chalking my poetry in the street.  They can’t shut that down – if I had the balls I would chalk bomb Masterton one day this week.

………………….. It’s 3.30am, I’m tired, I wish people knew my whole story and National voters were forced to acknowledge the harm inequality is causing to the fabric of our culture/society.

Art should never be censored, it is against the declaration on Human Rights and NZ Bill of Rights.  It was one of the first thing Hitler did to control everybody- censor artists – he also gassed people he considered mentally ill – eg women that had been repeatedly raped and abused.

They don’t use gas now of course, they use psychotropic experimental drugs, your prison is in the community and your ongoing punishment and degradation is poverty, welfare or shit work.

Welcome to the darklands of New Zealand – this is not the culture/country I was bought up in and I  reject neo-liberalism as a violation of my cultural beliefs in equality and justice.  I do not want those greedy immoral New Zealanders that have so much, dictating that they should get more and the poorest most vulnerable people should get less – on top of bureaucrats finding more ways of  degrading those needing help.

We have poor disabled people who are refugees in their own country, while the wealthy have a great time, often owning more than one home.  The government considers the Americas Cup a priority over mental health services and homes for poor people? WTF – Then our pieces of excrement politicians call themselves ‘honourable’ – yeah right.  And often they give each other knighthoods for being vile degrading immoral elitist ignorant bigoted hypocrites.  Fuck they gave Roger Douglas one for bringing in neo-liberalism and fucking up our country for half the population!

What pisses me off with our biased New Zealand media is we see nothing on TV about other countries protests against free trade and neo-liberalism, inequality etc.  We don’t see protests like mine about mental health services, welfare, justice, the economy, etc  Its sick, if National party votes don’t know the truth about what is happening to the poorest most vulnerable people then how are they going to make an informed decision?

Bloody lying, bloody media – their job, their job, their job

Bloody right-wing bloody media – they have been appauling this election, with a few exceptions.

mmmmm I can hear a poem coming on.

Will edit this when the sun comes up.

Mmmmm When the Sun Comes Up - now that sounds like the title of a poem or song.

 

Last Train To Wellywood – JR Murphy – For Sale $2

Creativity off the Richter Scale, was listening to Peter Seeger singing Last Train to Nuremberg and these words came pouring out of me.  Dedicated to all those people who know how bad it is for poor and disabled people and sit back and do fucking nothing!

Last train to Wellywood
Last train to Wellywood
Last train to Wellywood
All on board
(Repeat)

Do I see Brendan Boyle? Do I see Paula Bennett
Do I see John Key, Bill English and all their crew
Do I see our Governor-General
Do I see both right and left
Do I see the voters, me and you

Last train to Wellywood
Last train to Wellywood
Last train to Wellywood
All on board
(repeat)

Who holds the tazer, who gives the orders
Who planned the campaign to lay waste man & land
Who manufactured the bullet
Who withheld the taxes
Tell me is that blood upon my hands

Last train to Wellywood
Last train to Wellywood
Last train to Wellywood
All on board

Oooooo Oooooo Ooooooo

If 5000 good caring people, went to Wellington
And said “Bring home those poor and ill without delay.”
Which MPs they had come to see would say they were too busy
Would they say “They had to watch a rugby game.”

Last train to Wellywood
Last train to Wellywood
Last train to Wellywood
All on board
(repeat)

End

Now that’s a keeper and I know a couple of musicians who would be able to accompany me singing this. I got some work to do.

Now the lyrics of this song are for sale and on the internet it makes them illegal under the Electoral Act – WTF.  Lets hope that High Court judge in Planet Key case isn’t corrupt.