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Asian Bitch

You stand before me you Asian Bitch
Skin is flawless clothes say rich
Bitch starts barking what I’ve not done
But it’s your screw up number one

Bitch keeps barking though I tell her why
My heart is broken all I can do is cry
Plus my social worker let me down
And my pain is such I can barely go to town

Please go away I don’t want to talk
I’ll find someone help sort this out
She ignores my words keeps up her tirade
An ignorant bitch at full speed

Tries to impress me with her status
A law student darling, fuck not the greatest
And if I could be bothered to tell you
Seven years ago I was studying there too

She said. “Why not you tell bout the new 30 days.”
I say. “I been very sick with no help on the way.”
She kept ignoring my words and finally said
You have 90 days notice take your kids, dog and bed

Please stop this I said you are frightening me bad
I’m shaking like a leaf don’t attack me so hard
Then this little upstart made a serious demand
Show me documents proving your poor health she did rant

Now anyone with half a brain would know
Your landlord has no right demanding you show
Your personal health information, Oh no no no no

How dare you as agent of my fucking landlord
Demand to see documents you have no right to at all
Now get off this property and get off it quick
Next time come to my front door you insensitive bitch

She shrunk like a petal in the hot summer sun
When my legal alter-ego got out it’s big gun

So they’re kicking me out cause I’m no dumb sucker
I know the law, tough shit mother fucker
What a community I live in would treat a person this way
What are they teaching these law students for fuck sake

From all I have read of the lives abused people live
Of victimization it is repeatedly said
You disappoint me my people you are greedy and mean
You are bigots, elitists, you feed of the broken

Take fucking prisoners hide them away
No matter their story or mental health state
And how many of us are being treated this way
Screwed by society in every which way

That’s why state housing was such a good plan
When those traumatised men came back from war broken
It appears those old soldiers have already forgotten
There’s a war going on, on the mean streets of New Zealand

The casualties of which are politely dismissed
Then screwed over by arseholes like that Asian Bitch
It is all out there to see, the facts are the facts
But the media ignore it and you expect others to act.

EnD

If you like my poetry please nominate me for Poet Laureate, nominations close 6 July.  Go to

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God of National – song based on the NZ National Anthem

God of national at thy feet
In the bonds of fear we meet
Hear our voices we entreat
We must defend our free land

Guard our country’s loving state
From those who only want to take
Care for all show no-one hate
God defend New Zealand

All who sing this song are bound
A solumn oath to stand their ground
When there is injustice found
We must defend our free land

From dissension, envy, hate
And corruption guard our state
Make our country good and great
God defend New Zealand

Peace not war shall be our boast
But should those cruel asail our coast
Make us then a mighty host
We must defend our free land

Lord of battles in thy might
Give us strength, take up the fight
When our cause is just and right
God defend New Zealand

Let our love for all increase
Our quest for fairness never cease
Give all plenty, give all peace
We must defend our free land

From dishonour and from shame
Guard our country’s good deeds and name
Be guided by an eternal flame
God defend New Zealand

Never let democracy fall
Teach compassion, love and truth to all
Let the facts, not fear stand tall
God defend New Zealand

EnD

NZ Neo-liberals are corrupt, they purposely cause violence & addiction in society

I’ve had an epiphany after reading George Irvin’s book about the Super Rich and rise of inequality in developed countries, except the 5 Nordic countries.

I am so so angry, also after watching Campbell Live last night and those revolting parole board members, degrading and grilling that poor man.  Neo-liberals knew cutting taxes to the rich, making the poor pay more tax, driving manufacturing jobs overseas, then cutting large amounts of welfare and healthcare to the poorest people was going to cause crime, violence, addiction, stealing, deaths (suicides and murders) and serious dysfunction in society – they did it anyway.  The Nordic countries never did, they kept high taxes to the wealthy and good safety nets for the poor and disabled.  They kept their standards of living, they are some of the most peaceful countries on earth – while New Zealand’s has slipped more than any other country in the world.  We are a divided nation full of dissension envy, hatred, poverty, homelessness, broken families, broken people – where the educated and rich despise the uneducated and poor (I am currently doing papers at Victoria I can show you proof of this bigotry in power point slides).

Lately I keep thinking of the National Anthem and how those words are a promise and part of the Constitution of this country.  YEAH RIGHT!

I am definitely going to be writing to John Campbell and each one of those parole board members and voicing my disgust at the part they are playing in persecuting victims of a cruel immoral corrupt neo-liberal political agenda financed by the super rich.  That man on the television was the perfect example of a statistic – he would not have been in jail 30 years ago, he would have been working in the Railways, living in a railways house, raising his family and enjoying what our environment has to offer.  If New Zealand had continued with High Taxes and good welfare, health and justice provision where would we be now?  I GUARANTEE YOU WE WOULD HAVE THE SAME SOCIAL STATISTICS AND ECONOMIC STABILITY (GOVT WEALTH) as the Nordic countries are enjoying.

We would have $20/hr minimum wage, we would have 33 hour working week, we would be innovators in eco-science, sustainability and a leading example of social functioning to the world.  We were going that way until our government was corrupted and we were all brainwashed into believing neo-liberalism was the only way.  ACTUALLY WE WERE CONNED, and the people that did it are running our country still, they’re in parliament, in the public service and in our judiciary.

Yesterday Shane was going on and on about the Saudi sheep and how the government are paying this creep out for loss of profits when we stopped live sheep exports years ago.  If the government can pay out one man $millions then they can pay me out for cutting tariffs, cutting taxes to the rich and cutting services and professional health care to people in New Zealand.  They can pay me out for deregulation and free-trade on a scale seen nowhere else in the world.  “Paul Ormerod in his book Death of Economics said  – NZ went from being one of the most highly regulated countries in the world to one of the most unregulated.  Something no other country would have dared for fear of political suicide….”

I am definitely going to find out how to take a case to the High Court as a lay-person, I am going to challenge the government on paying out to this man for being offended, but they won’t pay out to a suicidal sexual abuse victim they have been persecuting and denying entitlements to for the past 13 years.  I am going to test this in court, going to use the law to fuck up the judiciary if I possibly can and all the way through it make sure I have the UN watching how things unfold.  I know I have a legal and moral case for them to answer, this is going to be fun (in a twisted sort of way – keeps the brain occupied.  tehehehe (I’m a red tape whore and its a red tape war.)

I might do some research into what each citizen in New Zealand was worth in 1979 (taking into consideration we owned all the power companies, railways, telecommunications etc).  I know for a fact each citizen now OWES $15,000 that the government has borrowed against them to pay for running our country – BECAUSE OF COURSE THE GREEDY DISGUSTING SUPER FKN RICH DON’T WANT TO!

I believe Kiwis trusted the people leading, our country, they gave Roger Douglas a knighthood for Gods sake.  How could you give someone who has destroyed our culture, our peace and our Gods Own way of life a knighthood – these people in charge have gone mad.  We also trusted that our media would be honest and our politicians and their advisers would be honest, honourable and have integrity –  WE WERE WRONG.

After watching Campbell Live last night I then watched Poldark and the similarities in what the rich/powerful people looked like and the contempt they had for the poor was so similar to today I was horrified.  Also the recent WWI bullshit just reminded me the lesson from all of that unnecessary death and destruction was DON’T TRUST THE PEOPLE IN CHARGE – THEY’RE IN IT FOR THEMSELVES AND THEY DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR WELFARE OR YOUR LIFE!

I am going to chalk this stuff and write poetry about this epiphany.

Woke up this morning crying, not a good sign, my heart was breaking – ACC are taking months to get this meeting with Alan Doris sorted, let alone getting all the care reinstated, am barely keeping it together – hope nothing bad happens.  I am sure they are doing this on purpose?  I told them on the first day it was urgent, that was almost two months ago now – my poor psyche is struggling to cope.  Bulimia back, trying to keep moving, keep focused on fighting back, stay alive.  I wonder how any of these revolting people could understand what it is like to try and function when you are suicidal, when on a bad day you can be assaulted with thoughts of suicide for hours on end.  Complex PTSD is a serious life-threatening disorder and I have to remember that, it is only my knowledge of psychology and how my disability operates that has kept me alive.

I have been harmed by those corrupt neo-liberals stopping all my care under ACC in 2009, I am going to sue those mother fkrs.  I can prove they purposely caused me harm, that is illegal in a civilized society (did you know there is a UN document that sets out what a civilized society is – I should post it here).

Kia kaha all my friends.

Time to stand up, time to shout, at the whole world – YOU’RE FKD

Time to stand up, time to shout at the whole world – GET FKD

Why Am I Arrested – poem dedicated to Times-Age, Masterton

Times Age Why Am I Arrested

WHY AM I ARRESTED

Why am I arrested for being disabled
Why am I ignored when my injury is clear
Why am I censored for fighting back with my art
Why am I cut off from life saving care

Who decided arrested was right
Who decided ignorance was fair
Who decided my art required censorship
Who decided this pain I could bear

What right do they have to discriminate
What truth do they have to fear
What right do they have to neglect
What truth do they not want to hear

When will I be normal again
When will mental health take due care
When will I be allowed to exhibit
When will my people hear

How has this become so twisted
How do I bring justice to bear
How do I hold those hypocrites to account
How do I cope through my fears
How do I cope through my tears
How do I cope through my fears

EnD

After not publishing anything about my appearance in court for being trespassed/arrested and protesting at the hospital about mental health services, I wanted to prove just how biased, ignorant and unprofessional the Wairarapa Times Age really is.  Was outside doing this chalking for over 30 minutes and nobody came out – had people talking to me, two council people gave me a hard time – and I gave it right back.  Told them I was allowed online casino to do this under the Bill of Rights in a free country and I had already talked to the council about not taking it off, the woman kept asking who I talked to.  I asked them what they were afraid of.

When I started talking about people dying, suffering, committing suicide, living in poverty, with unstable housing and not enough to eat, the woman told me this was nothing to do with that – I MADE SURE SHE KNEW IT DEFINITELY WAS.  I got upset, but never got off my knees to stop chalking.  The guy got it, he got the dreadful woman away before she got me even more upset and into the nitty gritty of why I was there.  Went past about an hour later and it was still there, so hopefully they”ve decided to leave it.

Had a friend supporting me, which was good for a change.  After I chalked it felt like I needed to do more so started singing it, full voice towards the Times Age.  Heaps of cars around the whole time, people seeing what was going on – bet you they will be looking to see if it is in the paper – bet you it won”t be.

This is not considered a news item in a town like Masterton – when a local activist chalks poetry on the footpath about being arrested and having her art censored, when she talks about appauling and abusive mental health services.  I might make a complaint to the Press Council, just cause I can – it won”t work, but it might make these bigots think about what they are doing.

I hope lots of Wairarapa people read this – people have got to stop ignoring this gross miscarriage of justice and censoring what I am doing and saying about it.

Times-Age is neo-liberal and relies on National party voting farmers and business people to keep going – there is no way they are going to upset them by telling them the truth.  I am ashamed and disgusted in the community I come from.

 

Don’t Blame Me Blame Them – JR Murphy poet

You resent me because I am hurt
Blame me because I don’t work
With health services refusing to help
Saying they have to keep tightening their belts
Ignoring laws made in the past
Ensuring in the rat race I’ll be last

If I was your daughter, your sister, your wife
I wonder if you’d care if it was their life

Living with a life-threatening disorder
Living on the edge on the border
Pushing down the pain you feel every day
Knowing cruel politicians gave the order

You hate me because I’m still hurt
When the torture wheel just doesn’t work
You blame me for the woes of this place
When it’s those at the top you should face
Why pick on someone with so little
When I’m stuck with no help in the middle

What if I was your daughter, your sister, your wife
What if they said they wanted to take their own life

It’s those dishonourable ones who don’t care
For those abused left to rot on welfare
While their lives are free and fulfill all their needs
They prosper selfishly refusing to share

Why do you blame me?
You should blame them!
I don’t understand?

Never eND

Rich Bastards Authority

Rich Bastards Authority

They”re telling us every day
There”s no money left to pay
For housing, health, ACC, welfare
They just don”t have it to spare

Yet today I get the Dom Post
See politicians getting a boost
Thousands of dollars more money
From the rich bastards authority

John Errington who the fuck is he
Does this one percenter charge a fee
He”s chairman of a government board
Where all budgets are ignored

And with this shit he does create
Comes injustice dissension envy hate
National party are to blame
For giving to the rich AGAIN

While elitist pigs trash hurt and poor
Unemployed the puss online casino filled sore
Those rich and powerful live up high
Politicians and media spout rhetoric – why

Inequality is what we loath
And our leaders treasure trove
While others live no socks, no shoes
No homes, no car, nothing to lose

Why pay so much for a shit job done
Give them money when there”s none
Pay cuts is what it should be
Sack the Remuneration Authority

This is one reason I chalk, sing and shout
This is just one thing I”M FUCKING ANGRY about!

ENd

Stay Stay Away – song dedicated to Wairarapa Police

Stay Stay Away

My voice shatters the silence
This shit I’m in is grave
If only you had listened
If only you’d stayed away

CHORUS
But you jumped in your car
And you sped it this way
If only you had listened
Wouldn’t be singing in the cells today

(stay, stay away)

As I sat there and I waited
Police could see the tears on my face
Of your time and my honour
It’s such as bloody waste

CHORUS
Cause you jumped in your car
And sped it my way
If only you had listened
Wouldn’t be singing this song today

My voice cuts through the silence
As you drove me home today
Wish you your tazer gone for good
With my life you would not play

You just jumped in your car
And sped it away
To me you’ll finally listen
And away you then will stay

(stay, stay away)

End

Awesome – love it – can’t wait to sing it outside the police station in next couple of days. They needn’t think I’m gunna sit back and just accept this treatment.

 

 

Arrested (sorry detained) by police again today outside supermarket – WTF

Get this phoned Stephen Joyce’s office about this new app to find out best job to get and I have decided on studying to be an ICT Business and Systems Analyst, high earnings, average education costs and high number of jobs.  Will help with my activism and have a couple of Victoria papers I can probably count towards the degree.  Only 3 years full time – hope I can do it.

Anyway, I got upset because of being unemployed so long and everything that is going on, but I did not say I was going to fkn kill myself.  This guy phoned police, who not long after phoned me and said they were on their way round – completely freaked out, took off in the car, ended up at the local park until I had calmed down.  I knew I had to go back and face the music but my first reaction was to run, all I could think of was what happened on Xmas Eve, and these guys were on their way to hurt me.  Plus another possible showdown with CATT team.

I was away about 45 mins, decided to go home and on the way saw the police car coming out of a nearby street, my street, I decided to go and get something from the supermarket.  They had seen me and followed me, the got me coming out, were waiting for me, I saw the car arrived.  This was in front of all the staff, people I know, people who already dislike me because I don’t work and am called Crazy Jayne.  It was so fucking humiliating – even though they were reasonably ok cops.  Didn’t like the older one, they wouldn’t let me get in my car and follow them to the police station, they made me get in their car, threatened handcuffs the wanker – told him be better fucking not in a quiet voice.

I noticed when I was in the car one of them had a tazer – this is really threatening shit – how the fuck did the system get so fucked.  I am reminded of the verse ITS ALL BULLSHIT, RUN BY COCK SUCKERS, BACKED UP BY SOME VERY STUPID MOTHER FUCKERS!

So ended up in Masterton, singing my heart out, Why Am I arrested, Human Sewage and some poetry, very loud, heaps of echo, a prisoner gave me shit because I was annoying him.  Told him tough fucking shit I’ll do whatever I fucking want while I’m in this fucking cell.  Was there about an hour I think, taken home the long way, had to stop at Carterton.  Was ticking and rocking backwards and forwards, crying for most of the way, my head down and hands over my ears.  I couldn’t look out the window on the way back, what if someone saw me.  This is bullshit and I am going to fucking change it.  Already left a message for Brent Register and put a comment on Wairarapa Police site, now I’ve written a song.

Have been asked to perform at a gig in Wellington in a couple of weeks and I needed a new song, something not quite so dark, this will be perfect as no instrument, just voice.

Stay Stay Away

There’s a cold stoney silence
As I stand at my grave
If only you had listened
If only you’d stayed away

CHORUS
But you jumped in your car
And you sped it this way
If only you had listened
Wouldn’t be singing this song today

(stay, stay away)

As I sat there and I waited
They could see the tears on my face
Of your time and my honour
It’s such as bloody waste

CHORUS
Cause you jumped in your car
And you sped it this way
If only you had listened
Wouldn’t be sitting in the cells today

There’s a cold stoney silence
As you drove me home today
Wish you were gone for good
With my life you would not play

You just jumped in your car
And you sped it away
To me you’ll finally listen
And away you then will stay

(stay, stay away)

End

Awesome – love it

 

Kiwi Christmas – Inside & Out

Been writing poetry this morning, trying to express/understand/make sense of what happened on Christmas Eve – First draft – now complete:

Twas the night before Christmas
And came to my flat
Public servants with power
And they brought the brick bat

The kind people at Healthline
Had called them you see
Said. She called us, she’s sick
Said come and kill me

She’s crying, distraught
Traumatised, can’t breath
Doesn’t know how she’ll live
No hope no reprieve

So they came and they conquered
On Christmas Eve
Hurt me with handcuffs
Humiliated aggrieved

If I was a Christian
I’d be beginning to wonder
If things weren’t about to be
Torn unfucking sunder

Tis now after Christmas
As I sit on my couch
Nursing the bruises
Both inside and out

Christmas news makes me want to
Throw up what I’ve eaten
No news from the darklands
Those battered and beaten

One day I’ll find it
The justice I’m seeking
Be freed from their torture wheel
The degradation the beatings
End

Every time I knock one of my wrists, which are both bruised from the handcuffs, it is really painful.  When I feel the pain my head is reminded that I phoned Healthline wanting help and ended up covered in bruises and what the two officers did to me.  Then I have to drag my head out of the trauma and fuckeduptedness by remembering the bollocking I gave the police officers, how I stood my ground as much as I could without suffering more physical assault.  That makes me smile, also the bollocking I gave Andrew Curtis-Cody and the other idiot from CATT team.  Told them exactly what I thought of them and what they were doing to me.

Should post a diary note.

 

Tow The Line – JR Murphy

Another cool poem I came across.

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 they could just get rid of you
Their lives would be just fine

If the art that you create
Tells some truth they cannot bear
Then guaranteed at King Street
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 his cronies
Had similar rules in place
No challenging the leadership
Or the propaganda in your face

Dare to make a difference, dare to challenge Mental Health
Dare to rail against inequality, greed, poverty and wealth
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

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 dare to make a difference NOW
So from abuse they maybe spared