poetry

http://media.libsyn.com/media/kaputtradio/kr__53_nimbin_poets_2008.mp3

Eight poets recorded live from the first of 4 competitions for Nimbin's annual performance poetry world cup. Intro by Gail and Jane.
Poets in order of appearances:
Andrew Ross, Jan Mulcany, Paul Brecht, Joshua Simpson, Catherine Stewart, Mark Jago, Kara, Gay Dudley Utz

recorded in Nimbin village 2008-08-02

you know its useless

we will make the end of history

as our planet decays past the point of self destruction

the newspapers report on how the kids are out of control

the kids don't care, their future is already spent

they will live it up

all ideals are dead

we make the day today we are free

we get high, we get low

we smash it up, we tear it down

we don't care, we don't care

there is not one reason left to care

we are the generation at the end of history

things have never been so swell

I'm not sorry

I was just drunk

I'm not happy

I love you too much

I'm not lonely

I've had enough

I'm not going

I'm in no hurry

I'm not saying

I'm in love

I'm not crazy

I've just sunk

I'm not staying

I've lost this love

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written while listening to this ( a much better poet than me )

my feet hurt

from the bottom up

years of abuse

that is so normal for youthful youth

kidneys collapse

as I relapse

into mushroom bliss

pain, pain on the inside

pain from everyside

rejection from all sides

genetic reject is my pride

whinge and whine and bitch all you want

nobody is listening

nobody cares

this place does nothing

just a place for you to vent your frustration

nobody is listening

the morons who run this place are deluded

confused, unincluded

457 reads, preaching to the choir

you piece of shit

this is nothing

not one bit

worthless than spit

hate

hate me

racist zionist capitalist imperialist reactionary piece of shit

I thought I was until I wasn't

I saw the light streaming from the closet

I know what is not

I know what isn't

From the sky comes the name of what was

From the sky comes all of what now is

From the dirt i see my face

It comes that time of year when we celebrate obituary

It comes that time of place when we know nothing of our cemetery

It comes that time of self when we know that which we require

Our prophet said

She'll come back as fire

to burn all the liars

here's a thought, let us try capitalism

overthrow the current system and implement something that may work

use your innovation skills, let us prosper with hard work

a free market is a free people because the market is the people

we the people are the market, a market of the people

Remember: an oppressive force is a barrier to free trade

Remember: a free market is when the people are free to trade

Remember: a monopoly is an oppressive force, government or corporation.

repair for all those that have suffered wrongs

repair for our earth, the chemical reaction aint going so well

repair for the skies, we stopped using those CFCs but the spray can remains

repair for ourselves as disease wars rage

in the society decaying

some face no hope, some start praying

or sitting and swaying in the hope of levitating

meditating, the repetition betraying

the time that you have

but as destruction ensues the technology is saving those on the edge

cops are not NAZI's

howard is not hitler

anarchy does not mean anti-state

bush has a high IQ, it's you that was fooled.

some good things have come of this war

the taliban is my enemy, as with any religious zealot, moderate or extreme

the children scream as their bombs rain down randomly

a digger dodges bullets to cover her

it's that little act of kindness in the midst of hell

the hero in a situation they can't control

elected dictators, wars and lies

Human Rights Commissions

Government of Australia

Government of Queensland

Government of New South Wales

Crime Commissions

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

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m. 

Owed to Cindy Sheehan

say goodbye now
here's the door
and clear your head
and talk no more

they are coming for you
they come with restraints
your medication awaits

it will not be
what you expected
nor what was promised
that you have elected

destiny never ends
the voices in your head linger
no matter much you try

a drop of jello
on the floor
to turn your face
to happiness

pack your bags and kiss your consumer life good bye
learn some skills and head for the bush
cause liberal or labor will result the same

the wind is turning to fire
and the ice turning to water
for most it is too late
trapped in their denial

our earth is turning
the real meaning of revolution we will be shown
as all life dies, to rest, to start again

so come with me
away from what we know as civilization
and we will build an ark
as a new epoch begins

By Kasey

A friend of mine who was certified 'mad' by HealthQuest, the N.S.W. Government Medical Office, sent me this.

Ten Years

It was ten years ago this year.
I did nothing wrong; I harmed no-one

I was innocent of any crime

Yet they sent me to the government medical office
HealthQuest
And certified me insane.

The day the letter came

A sunny winter day

With snow melting under the pine trees in the shadows