Regardless of the outcome and Best of luck to all – I am delighted to have been shortlisted for the Spectrum Arts Award 2022. Just at I time when I needed Hope. This is my Portrait of Our Reverend Andy Day.
‘The Lord Is My Shepherd and He Knows I’m Gay’ – Troy Perry
the misunderstood and the ones to blame..
Happy Easter, Dear Friends.
Thank You so much for all the support that you give and have given me. I am so grateful.
Psalm 16:8 – “I am always aware of the Lord’s presence; he is near, and nothing can shake me.”
HATE CRIME IN LOOE, CORNWALL
Up to 10 physical assaults against me
4 Death threats
Spoke out about illegal drugs, my autistic distress made to look like I was on illegal drugs.
Maligned, gossiped about and slandered, literally, countless times.
A contemporary ‘Witch’ Hunt.
My Car Trashed.
Countless overt perverting the course of Justice.
Business men and a former Mayor allowing a friend on public social media calling a woman a ‘Black B****’
NOT ONE PERSON PROSECUTED
THE SHAMEFUL DEVON and CORNWALL POLICE
THE SHAMEFUL LIVEWEST SOCIAL HOUSING.
This was last September. I was set up, With incredible sadness, I realise my bullies have won. I need to move for my safety and sanity. Devon and Cornwall Police and Livewest Housing refuse to help me or protect me. I am heart broken. So many beatings and injuries I have had now. They are always going to lie. Ignorant people my Solicitor called them. I will always try and forgive them as my favourite prayer is ‘The Lord’s Prayer’
I am absolutely terrified at moving. Every bit of strength in me has gone. I just have one little bit of Spirit and Soul left.
My apologies if I don’t respond. I have just been on the phone to The Samaritans yet again.
Hate Crime has won in Looe in Cornwall.
Shame On Them
It’s that point when the world is beautiful. Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow.
When one knows that Justice can not be bought.
When one knows that they Love.
Your world is in chaos and everything around You is chaos, but you find a seashell and everything fits into place.
When they talk of me Most is Truth, some is not.
I learned how to forgive and I found compassion in extraordinay circumstances.
I found Kindness in a Storm.
I found Justice in a Court Room with them all yapping like excited dogs.
Just like the children on skateboards wishing by, I found that I too could make a harp and a tamborine.
I don’t play with matches, but I found that I could light a candle and pray.
I am not frightened of the dark.
And never will be again.
And I am so so grateful that I learned how to weep and cry again – I am so so so grateful.
I thought they were tears of Sorrow, this was not true – they were tears of Joy.
It’s my 61 years Birthday. I have, absolutely, no idea how come I am still alive. Thumbs up to my twin bruv, Lincoln, lost this day as still birth because of Thalidomide.
It’s my 61 years Birthday. I have, absolutely, no idea how come I am still alive. Thumbs up to my twin bruv, Lincoln, lost this day as still birth because of Thalidomide. I had to give him a name because no one else could or would. or did. Mr. Lincoln Gynn . Cornwall. 13 th March 1961.
A poem by Alyster Gynn. 7th March 2022.
I thought that she was in my future and I thought that she was in my past.
Today, She is not with me.
Today, He is not with me.
Today, They are not with me
Paris, my dog that owns me.
Paris. My little dog that licks up the tears from my eyes.
How come I never met you when I know so much about you?
We barked at armies, strangers,enemies, friends, police, family, lovers, criminals wrapped in golden pretence – how come I never met you yet?
My little, beautiful dog.
Are you my future, my past or today?
How come I can stroke you and feel the heat of your body comforting me through the bruises and wounds of Hate Crime?
How come I am here in the 21st Century in Candlelight writing about War?
Oh! and I know, Paris, you will guide me through the stars.
We are not hunters and we both wear bright orange as we explore the truth of forests and woods.
Fuck Betrayal – It will never betray us.
I am transgender, autistic, a victim of child abuse, a survivor of thalidomide, gay and a little bit bi, depressed and suicidal, but a little bit hopeful.
Here is my candle to Ukraine today.
Here is my candle to every child, every person, every animal, every mouse, every seagull, every thing suffering.
I hold you. I comfort you. I hold you in this wind and storms, I hold you and protect you.
My name is Mr. Alyster Gynn.
And that is not important.
I am no one.
Church today. I Dropped a whole lot of nappies, different baby formula milks and, perhaps, the saddest of all (broke my heart) bandages for the children in Ukraine.