Crimes so heinous
have made you famous
While your victims lie
deep in the dirt
Your name is remembered
with murder it is tempered
Those left behind in a life
drowned with hurt
Your face is well known
a killer repeatedly shown
The victims in photographs
quietly inert
1. Just because he remembers that you like the mint centered chocolates from a box of Roses because of the tantrum you threw when he attempted to eat one the first time but not the only time since you ate chocolates together 7 months ago, doesn’t make him a mind reader…
I don’t know why we don’t talk about suicide more, well actually I do. Eventhough history has shown us that the more we talk about something, the more we are educated and made aware of that anomaly and how to handle or cope with it.
As with sexuality and religion, we have gained so much because people stopped being afraid to talk. Certain things are no longer taboo or floating amongst the unmentionables.
Talking about suicide is not easy but it is necessary in order for us to gain knowledge and understanding. Suicide needs to be brought into focus and addressed, not hidden, shamed and blamed.
Suicide has such a giant stigma attached to it, in fact, several. One being the feeling of failure and hopelessness as a parent or someone who was close to the person. The feeling that you failed them completely. Your job was to protect your kid, know everything about your friend, keep them safe…we didn’t do that , we failed. We weren’t enough for them to stay in this world with us and go through it with us. Didn’t they know that we would’ve done anything for them? Didn’t they know they could talk to us? Didn’t they know that we wouldn’t judge them or make fun of them? Why didn’t they know that or feel that? How did we fail so badly to not let that person know how much we loved and needed them, how important they were in our world, how different life is without them and instead having to live with the guilt and doubt. It’s heavy, the burden weighs like a black hole in outer space…
Then there is the shame that goes with being the parent of a child or the partner/husband/wife who has committed suicide. Shame is different to guilt. Shame is the sadness I feel at not being able to correct something that was wrong and I should have. Guilt is the feeling of being responsible for the end result. Neither one of those feelings may be validated in real life, but now that someone has taken their life, it changes those left behind.
There is the question of why, which never goes away. The wonder, the wishing, the ache that it could just change back to when you were here, and alive – it never goes – that wonder, that ache…
I’ve often wondered why just about everything we discuss has to be blah blah blah OR blah blah blah… Why can’t it be both? Why is it not possible that these things are symbiotic? Co-morbid? Dual catalysts? I listen to people discuss the big question of how we got here. The options, in this conversation, may I be so polite, are:
We are created by God
We are from an alien planet and arrived on a rock from outer space
Darwin’s Theory of Evolution.
Okay, so everybody’s got a point and nobody has the answer so there is some validity of possibility in each perspective. Especially if you consider the human to be made up of physical, mental and spiritual capacities and needs, which I do. And in this debate there is even more than two sides to contemplate. So each individual has solid, understandable reasons – well within reason, and are glued to the ground on what those reasons are and why. The discussion becomes what people like to call “heated”. I, totally unlike my robust debatable self, still did not get involved. I could hear the rising of offensiveness from each party as the others poo-poo’ed each others perspectives and theories. It wasn’t going to end well, nobody likes to be poo-poo’ed.
After the hoo-ha and everyone had left, my man and I plonked ourselves in front of the television, grateful for the calm noise and not the hysterical noise. Everyone would get over it but it was always the same with the topic of how we got here, not just with people I knew, but many will argue these points to the enth degree, with really, no real evidence to be honest.
So for me, I decided that being only human, I really knew sweet F.A and to tie it up nicely in my head, I just gather all of that info and think that maybe we were created by some super entity as a 3rd rock, as a planet within a universe. But that was all, then one of the stars in that universe, with life in it, crashed into this 3rd rock and was the prime delight to allow things to flourish and grow, and so it did. And things did evolve and become this amazing exotic world we are fortunate enough to live on now.
Why can’t everyone be right? They can be right somewhere in a time continuum of the human development and creation. They just all need to put their stories together. But like I say, nobody has the answers, and maybe we don’t even find out a bloody thing when we die and still know jack-shit (a good friend of mine)…
The other thing people tend to do this with is my favorite topic – serial killers. For some inane reason we have to ask whether it is nature OR nurture….it’s both for dog’s sake. If you could take a serial killer as a baby and nurture him in a certain way you will either bring out or highlight the best or the worst of that character. What I think we need to realize is that this is a possibility for every child as again, everybody has the capacity to kill, it just depends on how that is brought out in you. For some people, all that has to happen for them to pull out a gun and kill someone, is an insult outside of a bar. For others (myself included) I would have to be in a situation where my life or the life of someone was threatened and they were being hurt. Then I become the killer. We all sit somewhere on that continuum and depending on how we are treated is how we will react. But at the end of the day, intention, mens rea, is everything. So for me it is both, not one or the other in this instance too. I’ve been finding out in my life that things are not always black and white. Human beings are complex, emotional beings with such a variety of combinations of everything that it is impossible to label or put people in boxes. It just doesn’t work like that.
But I must stop rambling now – I have so much I could scribble about – but I will not bore you with my ranting and raving. I put my soapbox away…;) thanks for reading though, if you got through it!

At lunch today
I fell a little more
in love with you
Your smile grazes the
inside of my heart with
such passion
At lunch today
your blue eyes brighter
for seeing me
Sparkling over
sparkling water
with just a hint
of lemon
that cannot sour
our chemistry
At lunch today
while I watched you
talk
I followed your lips
watched your mouth
heard nothing
and thought just
about kissing
I love having
Lunch with you
I don’t want to be here
I don’t want to be here alone
I don’t want to be here alone
in my empty zone
I want to love
I want to love again
I want to love again and be free of all this pain
I can’t do it
I can’t just let it go
I can’t just let it go and
pretend I didn’t know
My soul aches
My soul and my heart ache badly
They ache for man’s cruel inhumanity
I’m a seeker
I’m a seeker of love,
You’ve watched me
Grow up
I’ve watched you
grow old
And I speak for you
Now
When I used to do
As I was told
Your face is
Still the same
And your eyes…
They sometimes
know
But your words
Are lost on me
And you
You don’t want me
To go…
I kiss you
Many times
Touch your face
And hug you
Tight
You ask me
Where my Dad is
You’re shocked
When I say
He’s gone…
into
The light
In memory of one of the coolest cats I’ve had the pleasure of sharing a fraction of my lifetime with, but all of his. I wasn’t ready to let him go. I have a massive empty space I don’t know how to fill right now.

And confusion rages
like a winter storm
pushing through my
veins and there’s nothing
I can think
Although there is plenty
I could do
But the storm is
blinding and vicious
And I’m thinking of
my life
Like between a rock
and a hard place
And no, I’m not trapped
I’m not unhappy…
with right now
As the ever-bleeding
heart I’m eased
into the terror of
the unknown
It’s not a bad dream
If it was I wouldn’t know if
I really want to wake up –
Does this just mean for me
that it’s time to face reality?
If you’re very rarely or never told “No” or don’t have to wait or work for anything, will it be a harder struggle to get on in the World? (This is based on most normal and reasonable of situations – single or separate parenting included and of course, on a continuum).
In the “Real World” no one else treats you the same way as your parents do. No one else cares the same way for you as your parents do. No one else in the World will give you the same leeway. Will one lack a certain resilience because one can’t deal with a No, or don’t understand why it’s a No?
Your Ego takes a beating, hearing all those ‘yeses’ and how wonderful you are at everything and then a No would just take the wind right out of your sails, it’s a shock. Is it about that resilience? Even against adversity and with all the curve balls life throws you, wouldn’t it be better to be able to face that adversity? I am not talking about being a nagging No Hound about everything – but I do think we need to prepare our children for “out there”! Just tell them the truth, make them stand for something, let them know what their strengths and weaknesses are and let them embrace them all and use them to their best advantage in this crazy Life.
If it is about resilience then we must give our children that strength and fight. They need these things to be able to survive – and not just survive but to live well.
warped, crippled twisted and blackened my monsters will be set free decrepit, decayed, barren of soul sit here or there and all will see Damaged, Dangerous, Dark and Fright my monsters travel day or night
I never wanted to use my WordPress site as an openly resistant, political page, but I feel that right now, I’m left with no other option.
New Zealand, the beautiful clean and green, happy little island country we are portrayed as, by the government and its departments, is just not true.
Wellington protests against mandating experimental drugs. 3rd of November 2021
In the last few months I’ve been witness to the uprising of Kiwis who have just had enough. Groups of peaceful people who want to see change to the tyrannical government, its subsidiaries, fascist politicians, policies, borders and mandates.
Jacinda Ardern, our shitty leader, is dropping radically in the political world. She is viewed as both a fascist and a communist, holding hands too tightly with the CPP for most of our comfort.
Many of us are against doing that to ourselves let alone our kids. Now we have lockdowns, borders and mandates. But for what? In NZ 500 plus people die of the flu every year, in TWO years Covid has killed 33 people here. With a worldwide survival rate of 99.93% the reaction to this virus has been like way, waaaay over the top. So is there something else going on here? Why do you need booster shots? Did the last 2, 3 or 4 not work? This ‘vax” has not one iota of Covid in it. By definition a vaccine has a part of the virus in it for your body to learn to recognise it. I see sports people dropping like flies after their jabs and booster shots. Young people just dropping dead on the field in the middle of a game or training.
Known locally as The Prime Sinister, she has mandated an experimental vax (I just can’t call it a vaccine, because it just isn’t!). With all of the scaremongering going on worldwide about Covid-19 and the Delta variant, many were duped (and I really do mean tricked!), into getting this fucking jab that I believe is poisonous, untested and has a very unsound background.
The Prime Sinister’s husband, sorry, life partner?, told families to hold the grandchildren to ransom to get the grandparents vaxxed. What the actual fuck!?! Who would EVER say that, to withhold anyone from anyone like that is pure and simple BLACKMAIL. Our Prime Sinister has sunk to the lowest levels. Our mainstream media also paid off by the big guys, their reporting belittling the amount of Kiwi’s turning up to protest. Now she flies everywhere because where she goes, the protesters go. We are reported and spoken of as anti-vaxxers and that is the furthest thing from the truth. We just want the CHOICE to do the jab or not. We are just pro choice and freedom. Why are we trapped from our loved ones? This Covid virus is just another flu, stay home if you’re sick and even less people die from it. If a vaccine was to be mandated shouldn’t it be for the flu that kills over 500 people a year? None of this is making sense and we need to connect the dots and take action. Someone in power and a position of trust has way more accountability and needs to answer the people. There’s plenty of clips and information online showing Ardern not addressing questions and avoiding press. I believe there should be a council elected by the people – I’m not sure how that works, but not one oligarchic egotistical tyrant should rule over anybody singularly.
On the 15th of November thousands of healthcare workers, teachers, doctors, nurses and everybody else in that sector had to choose between the jab or their job. Thousands walked out yesterday. Our prime sinister is a bully and an out of control political leader. She will go down in history as one of the most hated and divisive leaders of New Zealand. She has split up families, stopped people seeing each other, stopped people hugging and loving each other, scared children and is now trying to poison them too. The list is endless and I wish to see her and her clowns removed from the government and held accountable for the inhumanity to man. Many human rights have been broken and we, the People, will unite and will take our home back from these evil vulgar elitist monsters.
So this is my rant about my home, in a nutshell. We are fed up and wanting the world to see NZ in the real shadow of this evil dictator. We, the people, want our home back.
Kait King – spoken on behalf of those freedom fighters who feel the same way!
16th July 2023
UPDATE: The new National government is in power, and nothing has really changed. It’s the same indoctrinated poisoned barrel of apples in government seats again. Those who spoke up got elected and are now silent to the cause of freedom for Kiwis. The future of us all rests in the hands of We, The People.