Your lissome regrets

Harbour no sails

As I groom you to know

I am not equal to your love

I sustain

You envelope

Me in your lusting

For More.

I wonder at my name

Prince William of Brit

For never shall I know

How you found me

Alone as a knave

Now my wish has been

Granted. I have found

A Tommy but you are

The swell I have been

Swimming for.

Lift me up so I surf

The Kalahari again

Resist not

Dear Kate

You are the timely

Saint of my

Longing. B


COPYRIGHT Bruce E Saunders 2020


There is no time like the present

No time to call me the better man

I love you all but still you sin

You smoke like Dirk but hold your fin

Like an animal

You do not win

In absence of glory you do not tell

The winner is evil the sky the begin

Of pleasure inperilled

The arc of bin laden

Does not finish here

But there where you win

The aimless start of war can be

The anywhere else for you do not begin

The end does start to make it sin

You do not know where I cannot simply

Open your eyes to the title track

Of the lp

I love to play

10 to 1

Is not the time

It opens doors

Where love begins

I di not know where you

Cannot sin

Begin the where

When no one sins

Where your difference on the brow

And hold your crooked man

On the sow

Soo-ee, soo-ee

I love you more

Than pigs do in your final hour

Do not know me when

You power

I know you not

And love you nire.

Pyre is work I do not pleasance

Take the bow

The corner presence

Is open now

I cannot hold

You again.


Copyright Bruce E Saunders 2020

And they call them antipsychotics

Olanzipine makes you obese

Aripirazole makes you lactate

Clozapine makes you faint

But I’m not worried about the seniority of the doctors in charge

Who are too young to understand the sensitivity of the psyche

And its warrants to allow those with undue pressures to perform

To allow them to feel secure in the findings of medicine

They don’t understand the use of prescription medicine to help their cause

To understand feelings misjudging them as faithless beings

Inscribed with the factual and not informative.

I feel they are killing us successfully as they use their means to open doors they should leave shut and to close them is impossible once they begin their terror.

Picu is psychiatric intensive care which they do not do. They don’t care and leave you caged with your medicine until you adapt to their way of thinking.

It is sure to be the end of all thinking when they absolve themselves of all jurice prudence and allow the writing to say it all.

I have my ducks lined up and I shall be going for a second opinion.

Here is a short description of what I have experienced:

Here is a brief chronology of events.  I try to be concise and we are talking about 13 years of events here, so obviously I cannot include everything.

  1. (July 2002) Two weeks after my graduation I suffered an unprovoked assault at the hands of 6-7 men. I had just graduated with an MEng from Bath University and been offered a PhD that was starting in 2 weeks time. I have reason to know that it was not a random attack.
  2. The assault was severe enough to leave me with a limp for 3 years so you can imagine how hard they kicked me in the head. My nose was broken too.

So.  I was okay and then I was not okay.  I suffered what I know now to be PTSD and then trauma induced psychosis developed.  Strange dreams, shock and stress.  I was angry which I internalised, and became depressed.  At the time I thought little of psychiatry and knew less.

The trauma continued on campus as I became suspicious of everyone as a possible source of my pain.  I went to see the campus psychiatrist Bill Bruce-Jones who said I was just depressed.  I told him about the assault.  I know that. But his file notes are not amongst the notes I got from Blackberry Hill, nor those of the other campus psychiatrist.  Why not?

The Department of Mechanical Engineering paid for me to go to the Priory in Bristol and there the psychiatrist said I was okay.  No problems. Again, his notes are not present. Why not?  This was about 18 months into my PhD.

I went through my transfer and although I had done original work, my assessor said MPhil.  So I worked out how much money I had and how much I owed and cancelled my registration and I went down to town.  Then I asked to see someone on campus. I wanted to talk. And there was a code of silence which has not been broken since. Not a word.  I was forbidden to go onto campus so that left me only e-mails to communicate with.  I openly declared a dispute with the University and set about to irritate them as much as possible in order to get my day in court and question selected individuals under oath.  But they refused to rise and take my challenge.  So I continued e-mailing, whilst putting myself through bankruptcy. I could not find a job and I was nearly homeless.  Stress therefore continued to mount as did my hate for the Campus academics who were refusing to negotiate.  It would seem that the campus psychiatrist then referred my “case” to the RUH and I had a visit from Pete Baran.  (No notes) I was detained against my will at the RUH just as I was planning to fly home and see my dying father who was plainly ill.  I was placed in the secure unit for 2 months.  Dr Danyte said I had schizophrenia and no insight.  I was protesting that I did not and that I was in dispute with the University.  To know avail.  Trauma Induced psychosis and PTSD.  Not schizophrenia, I repeat.

The came my first appeal.  Solicitor – Carla Whale nee Hoddinott of Withy-King.  She did not offer to show me the notes which you have before you.  Slander and God knows what else.  But my rights were abused.  Malpractise.  Nonetheless I won the appeal and was released.  Danyte made her diagnosis at a distance of 1 kilometer.  She did not discuss it with me nor the symptoms.

That was the beginning of a diagnosis which has been false and pursued me for the last 13 years.

I got the same treatment from Amy Roberts, of Markhams.  No sight of my medical file.  Deprivation of rights.

Where are the notes from the Bristol hospital called the Priory?

Where are Bill Bruce-Jones’ notes?

Where are the Bath University psychiatrist’s notes?

Anger at my treatment = detention, justifiable depression = anger, expression of which is not illegal but because of my diagnosis I was classified as dangerous to the community. Multiple detentions.  Four or more psychiatrists have misdiagnosed me now.  Two at Swan hospitals, and three at the RUH to start with.

I met Dr Nick Smith, psychiatrist who said he didn’t think I had schizophrenia at all because I was too old and because I lacked the classic symptoms such as broken speech and I was too old.  He taught me about trauma induced psychosis.  I understood.

Marlowe took over from Danyte and continued the trend ignoring everything I said and ignoring the basic contradiction in symptoms.

And so on.  All the while the elusive notes from the Priory have disappeared, and the false assessment has hung around my neck.  Emotionally, not psychiatrically, I became very upset.  Periodically I was put in hospital.  I kept a blog and named names.  It is within my rights…I checked with WordPress.  If anyone doesn’t like it they have the option of doing the same.  To me.  Yet I was put in hospital repeatedly.

End of.

I want a full assessment by an impartial person.  I am going to proceed with the case myself if a solicitor does not assist, using the Freedom of Information Act and other Statutes.  That is all you need to know for the assessment.

I have included a sampling of false allegations made against me, from the first 3 inches of my medical file. Slander and worse.  It is the false foundation upon which Danyte built her case.

Those are the facts and I want to see, in writing, the basis for your assessment, if any.  Because I have experience.  And an advocate shall be present.

We know that Danyte based her assessment upon a lot of lies and false allegations. Slander. From her notes. Her incomplete notes.  This brings us up to 2007.

Copyright 2016 Bruce E Saunders

As you may know by now – I was assaulted badly by 6 men about 13 years ago now.

This gave rise to trauma induced psychosis

A fact that should be clear to you from some of my writing.

It is an event that I am still not without hope of resolving.

I tend to put things online when I am in fear of being detained by the Thought Police.



PS – This post will disappear presently – I’ll keep you informaed as obviously I am still free!