Monthly Archives: November 2014

Bruce Sinclair – my latest poem

BRUCE SINCLAIR
Nov 2014

Bruce Sinclair sitting in your chair
Screwing over abused like me
Saying you’ll help us get care and justice
Not #dirtypolitics #dirtypolice, we’ll see

Bruce Sinclair sitting in your chair
You’re there to uphold the laws
To protect the citizens of this land
Not those neo-liberal right-wing whores

Bruce Sinclair sitting in your chair
Playing your part in the torture wheel
That grinding twisting human torture
Inflicted on those people who feel

Bruce Sinclair sitting in your chair
Beating traumatised black and blue
When will you take responsibility
For the harm you allow politicians to do?

Never End
When I get really pissed off with someone poems like this just flow out of me, I hope Mr Sinclair, who is some bigot in the Commissioners office enjoys the poem I emailed him and put here for all the world to see.  Hopefully the poem has also covered the police refusal to prosecute the Roastbusters group which I am sure this man would be involved in.

Will be doing a new edition of The Black Book of Poetry, hope to have it in the National Library by New Year.  So our Mr Sinclair will be immortalised of verse for many years – I feel like Geoffry Chaucer.

 

New song Love Peace Honour – JR Murphy

Been listening to lots of Pete Seeger, new words came to me for the song The Power and the Glory by Phil Ochs.  Influenced by the NZ National anthem’s promise of love, Christian values (which do not include advancing the power and wealth of the rich while denying and degrading the poor) and peace by guarding us against dissension envy and hate – which INEQUALITY does not do.

LOVE PEACE HONOUR

Come take a walk with me through this green and growing land
Walk through the paddocks, the mountains and the sand
Walk through the valleys, the rivers and the plains
Walk through the sun and walk through the rain

CHORUS
Here is a land full of love peace honour
Beauty that words cannot recall
Oh her love shall rest on the strength of her justice
Peace and honour shall rest on us all

From Stuart Island through to Westland along the Southern Alps too
Marlborough Sounds to Napier from the old to the new
Taupo, Coromandle and a Bay of Islands shore
Tell me who could ask for more

CHORUS
Here is a land full of love peace honour
Beauty that words cannot recall
Oh her love shall rest on the strength of her justice
Peace and honour shall rest on us all

Yet she’s only as rich as the poorest of the poor
Only as free as that padlocked cell door
Only as strong as our love for this land
Only as tall as we stand

CHORUS
Here is a land full of love peace honour
Beauty that words cannot recall
Oh her love shall rest on the strength of her justice
Peace and honour shall rest on us all

Come take a walk with me through this green and growing land
Walk through the paddocks the mountains and the sand
Walk through the valleys, the rivers and the plains
Walk through the sun and walk through the rain

CHORUS
Here is a land full of love peace honour
Beauty that words cannot recall
Oh her love shall rest on the strength of her justice
Peace and honour shall rest on us all

End

Some really good lines in here, be good for chalking.

Life Turned on its Head again – FUCK

Yip, my flatmate has moved out unexpectedly and the rent here is $220 per week – I get $315 – so freaking out.  I can’t move four times in one year – that’s fucking cruel.  My mental health is…….. fragile.

Plus police organising my meeting with ACC are changing the rules and the woman has pulled out, wouldn’t even speak to me when I tried to phone her yesterday – fucking weird that was.  So I’m getting very nervous about what is going to happen next week with Sgt Bradley who is sort of OK but seemed to completely ignore my emails the other day.  Shit policemen are bossy, so used to getting their own way, that’s what they hate about me when I stand up to them and so NO.

I phoned Mike Bush’s office and left a message about why the person handling my case had changed and that I wanted a woman involved.  The woman I spoke to was really nice and said she had things happen to her and understood my request.  It was Mike Bush who ordered Paula Holt to be involved so I want to know what’s changed.

Also Brad is putting off meeting with me, although I have asked him several times, he ignores my question.  He refuses to answer my question about if we have met before because I have had two run-ins with arsehole Hutt policemen.  He also refuses to assure me the CATT team won’t be called and I won’t be arrested for anything that happens, ie if I start swearing and insulting the woman because of my tourettes.  His other recent request is that we meet at the Lower Hutt police station which I didn’t want to do - it was supposed to be Wellington.  I also don’t want to meet there because it would be the Hutt/Wairarapa DHB involved and I DON’T TRUST THEM AT ALL.  Wellington mental health might be one step up from the Wairarapa sewer I live in.

Have made a complaint about my lawyer to the law society, which should be interesting, got really upset on the phone.  Am so emotional, bulimia is really bad too, not bad enough though as I feel I am putting on weight – which makes me feel like shit.  No eating disorder services for me though – fuck no – oh well when I have to pay the rent on my own I won’t be able to afford to eat.

Also went to another funeral on Wednesday for a guy I know who committed suicide.  Was under mental health services, loaded up on some of the worst psychotropic drugs they have, and just started taking a new one.  Gassed himself in his car under the Black Bridge near Greytown.  Fucking mental health maggots.  A few days later – before I knew about his involvement with mental health I chalked outside Pathways in Masterton.  MENTAL HEALTH MAGGOTS PREY ON VULNERABLE ABUSE VICTIMS AND MENTALLY ILL.  Two women came out and washed it off while I gave them shit, told them I would be back and keep doing it until something was done about the abusive appauling state of local mental health services.  They did not look happy :-)

I told those women they were not allowed to wash off my chalking, that was censorship under the NZ Bill of Rights as they were agents of the NZ government – they told me they could – Am thinking about testing this in court, because I’m a red tape whore and this is a red tape war.  Need to keep as busy as I can on things or I’ll fall apart.

Really fucked off I’ve had my twitter account suspended – 2nd time in four years, ain’t too bad I suppose.  Was giving Israle Dagg and NZ Rugby shit about promoting the National Party, poor men couldn’t handle it.  Also gave the rower shit but I saw they started following me instead of having me suspended – now that’s balls I can admire – of course nothing to see cause I’m suspended.

I don’t like being censored so I phoned NZ Ruby and gave the poor guy shit for it, told him my situation, told him why I thought it was extremely inappropriate for the All Blacks to be promoting a right-wing political party, got really upset.  He was stunned mostly, but held on the phone and said he would pass on my concerns so that showed some balls.

Am doing more on facebook, but missing my international links and links to politicians and media – they won’t be missing me I bet.  Will focus on getting my YouTube news channel up and running, a friend is helping me pay for some gear, so that should be fun.  I like what Vinny Eastwood is doing and going to pay for some comms advice etc.  Why pay a university or tech, may as well pay a 3rd or 4th year student.

Got lots of other ideas for protests as well, planning to get arrested for another wilful trespass before Christmas but after I get off the previous three wilful trespass charges.

Also planning to organise a street protest over mental health services here – I can’t sit back and do nothing.

Guerrilla Poets talk Tackling Poverty and Duncan Garner

Time for some gutsy decisions about tackling poverty – Ggrroan.

Firstly, kiwi kids – don’t be so melodramatic – can’t we just say poor people, including children, the disabled, abused (vulnerable), mentally ill etc.  What happens when your kids leave home, or when they get older, what happens to all those people who have been rotting on welfare for years?

Poverty, like mental health, abuse etc are an industry – they know $millions are going into NGOs that aren’t providing the services people really need.  Services mostly shut down by ignorant bigoted rich people on DHBs throughout New Zealand.  Facilities and housing shut down by the government in favour of people living supported in the Community – except 80% of people get nothing but drugs or 20% like me get nothing.

Mental health services are a good example of money going into the wrong hands.  Someone was telling me on the West Coast Maori mental health run by a particular family/friend group.  One of these people is a serious bully and mentally disturbed – I can only imagine what she is doing to vulnerable clients.  They all drive round in flash cars and keep everybody loaded up on drugs to shut them up.  I was also told to be more afraid of mental health than the police (which I already knew) as the power these nutters (mental health staff) had was extreme and they used it to degrade and abuse people.

I am tired of watching people with so much bludging off ‘the taxpayer’, 68 year old teachers getting $1000/week in their hand & getting a ‘good little earn’ from welfare.  Same person propping up her useless spoilt brat daughter with a degree but didn’t want to work because it was too hard with her daughter.  Then there are all the wealthy old people getting free travel on public transport – WTF.  Don’t they have enough already.

This government don’t want to tackle poverty, that would be anti-rightwing – we are the people to be despised and hated.  If we weren’t there who would they hate then?