John, you are not forgotten

"The trauma survivor is silenced three times; firstly by their family, secondly by society and thirdly by bio-psychiatry. Wouldn't this make you angry?"

About This Blog

I wanted to create something beautiful for a passionate and soulful man who opened my eyes and my heart... because I wanted to celebrate our love with the world... a love so strong, a love denied, a bond that has survived the unspeakable; labelling, drugging and incarcerating. John reawakened my soul. I am gathering love for him. I no longer wish to be afraid of the trauma truth. I long to speak the poetry of my heart. This blog gives me and John's family and friends a voice in a legal system and a society that has taken our voice away and given exclusive rights and total control over John and his future to psychiatry. We live in an unenlightened world which translates "emotional distress" into "mental disorder". It's time to celebrate diversity and the normality of madness; visions and voices, fragility, sensitivity, passion, overwhelm, the language of the soul, the symbols of the soul and the mythic and metaphorical gifts from the soul. Each of our own unique and creative responses to trauma deserve to be honoured.


"Your heart has grown heavy with loss;
And though this loss has wounded others too,
No one knows what has been taken from you
when the silence of absence deepens."

John O'Donohue

Free John

Free John
Five Long Years

John's Poetry

DREAM WEAVING
Dream weaving through the astro plane
Disrupting energies coursing my body again
Colours of outrageous proportion drift gently away
Troubled souls crying with pain help me please
"I won't do that again." Now I tire start to slow down
Mystifying voices no longer around.

FISH OUT OF WATER
Like a fish out of water
With a conbobulated mind
Unspoken hard to find
Look past the box to the other side
No need to run - hide
Climb out of that
box where you reside

THEY TASTE LIKE TOXIC
They taste like toxic poison, are they?
Filthy minds, corrupted hearts
Fed by greed, it's their dark arts
Money, power, their stomach never full
Ill begotten wealth any means will be dealt
Freedom they say, what a price we pay
Destroying us like cancer fast, little they know
Shall we forget the past.

SUBCONSCIOUS DEVELOPMENT
Dancing waves flowing steadily onward
What a price we pay for reality
I try to look through the constraints of life
Between the lines searching for difference
Obscurities appear inferior forces lunge forward
ever trying to increase technology
Stand back from the mouth's cradle wait...
The time will come to make a stand, now you are born.

Look inside my heart and soul
Feel the grief that I do know
Pain and suffering I see all round
Walking through them like one of the crowd
But I know
In the end my aching heart will mend.

FREQUENCY
Arranged seats and shadowed minds
Pure energy, not their's, but mine
Soul suckers and hierarchy draining life
It's not meant to be.

Love and life is given free, why do this
Be like me. Woven dreams and coloured
thoughts, living existence hurting naught
Like vampires in a fucked up world
Freedom no more energy burned.

Wasteland now if we don't fight the war
Sickness poverty disease all
Act now! Stand tall free these lives.

HEY I SEE DEAD PEOPLE
They call to me in my dreams
They say what's your plan today?
(Relax chill out lead a different way)
Sixteen days straight now party you'd say
I eat lots all the time gaining no weight!
Supposed to do something shit I'm late







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