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Originally this started as a blog on my Bsafe1stalways website. After many non responsive letters from Government and others.
A poem on being extremely withdrawn, isolated etc but still trying to get back.
A poem with Flashbacks and mental illness in mind.
Politicians, of all parties failing us, and trying to act like they wonder why? we ain't happy with them. Well, heres why?
We all dream of a more peaceful world, but we are long from being anywhere close, nor have we been anywhere close. Sad, but that facts back it up. maybe one day we can live with each other, and solve our differences without killing each other. Even more the point, maybe one day we will be rid of leaders lusting for more power, over their own people or others.
This was written after my first experience of a Psychiatric Hospital. Its dedicated to all those trying to find their way back, to those who have done, to those who may never be able too, and to the family and friends of them all.
This video is displayed on the Dreamcatchers for Abused Childrens: 'Missing Persons Division' page, run by Elizebeth Brawley. It is this Elizabeth that is named at the end of the video. The video is written about the sad subject of Missing persons. The boy in the box it talks of. Is from fities america. A boy was found in a cardboard box and they were trying to find out who he was. My heart goes out to the missing and their loved ones, and friends.
My little pee take on a subscription of not fitting into their poetry world. I aint the only one who feels like it :) The little end was filmed on the way back from London about 12.30am at night, on my long hour and half journey home from reading poetry at the Camden eye.
Against the Poetry snobs and elitists. Another one in a serious of pieces I have done like, 'Dead Poets', 'Geezer Non Poet' & 'What is this thing called Poetry?'. We will be heard too.
'The Importance of Voice' is to be heard' Due in next book. This is about my voice, your voice OUR voice. And why its so important WE believe in OUR voice, no matter what.
I actually wrote this on the walls of my flat years ago, when I was so alone and very ill. There will be a video called 'The writings on the wall' going through what happened, and although it may seem negative, something positive came from it. I also shared this in my book Whispers From Within.
Well I will go into more detail another time. But, when the people within the health service weren't helping me, they found the time still to put me down behind my back, and use my vulnerability against me. I found out they (a Psychiatrist) said I was a Fantasist. I know this, because years ago, I used the data protection act to get my medical records, from my GP £50, CMHT £50 and the Police £10 (the Police was to show I have no criminal record, just for my own self esteem). This was my rebuff years later, another positive way to deal with it. You have to be a dreamer or fantasist, with people like them about, for they make things NOT happen. And you turn to dreaming, is it any wonder.
Another poem on how people can make you feel after years of ill treatment, and its consequences on your mental health.
WARNING: Contains strong language. I remember reading this back to a couple of people, years after I wrote it. I was letting off steam. But it also shows my mental state of mind i.e. vulnerability. This ended up being a positive thing to do, writing this prose.
As someone dreams of a normal child hood they never had.
Some not only don't survive their bad experiences of child hood or other events... they don't survive the system.
OK I can't say its funny, you may not laugh :) I remember when I first heard them talking about the little black box years ago.
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