Dramatic Situations - Corey Wayne Hamilton

#1796 - Freedom Of Speech

Posted July 21, 2010 · 10:30 AM

My last one
Was
Is
And will always be
A love poem
And from now on
My next one
Will always be
A love poem
So
Let us say that
This one is
A hate poem
And was
Is
And will be
My last
Hate poem
It is about
China
And everyone else
Or should I say
The Chinese government
And everyone else
And how much
I hate the Chinese government
And how much
I hate everyone else
For not standing up
To the Chinese government
And for not standing up
For the Chinese workers
And other Chinese citizens
Living under
A Chinese military dictatorship
This piece was sparked
By seeing that
The U.N. censored
Part of “The Gun Sculpture”
Because China was offended
I am angry and full of hate
Because no country
(And now the U.N. too)
Stands up
To the Chinese fascists
Even though China
Is the biggest polluter
And human rights violator
In the world
The Chinese
Workers and citizens
Are helpless
Because they know that
If they speak out
About working 20 hours
Everyday of the week
Every month of the year
For a dollar a day
Then they will go “missing”
And every nation
(And now the U.N. too)
Will not stand up
To the Chinese fascists
Will not stand up
For the Chinese workers
Because
China makes everything
Cheaper than anywhere else
And more of everything
Than anywhere else
I have made a personal vow
To go to China twice
The first time will be
To hide all of the
Chinese workers, citizens
And Tibetans
In my luggage
And smuggle all of these kind people
Out of their living Hell
Leaving behind all of
The Chinese government assholes
To feed off of each other
And when there are
Only dried bones of the assholes left
I will go to China
For the second and final time
To parade all of
The Chinese and Tibetans
Back to their homeland
So they can have a party
And a family reunion
In the once bloody
And now beautiful Tiananmen Square
And when the party is over
They will run the country
Like a real nation of lovers
Instead of a nation of oppressors
I know that
This all sounds naïve
But it is a dream
That keeps me going
In my dark times

My final parting words
In this rant

Fuck the Chinese government.

Link · Posted July 21, 2010

#1795 - Freedom From Speech

Posted July 18, 2010 · 05:43 AM

I figured out my speech
And threw it out
Because a sonnet
Is more appropriate
Than my confrontational edicts
I had to let you know
That we are one more day
Closer
To holding each other
In each other’s arms
That we are one more letter
Closer
To writing our own novel
And that we are one more
Desperate love phone call
Closer
To being closer

I told you first
That I loved you
Like a friend
Later
You told me first
That you loved me
Like a lover
I feared that
When my reaction
Was less than yours
I would forget
That neither of us
Were ever counting
Or in a race to first
I would forget
That when it is over
I really believed
That it is over
But now
Being over scares me more
Than telling you
That I love you
Like a lover
Being over scares me more
Than telling you that
I would like to
Make love to you
And I truly hope
That I can take my time
So that my words of hope
Scare you more
Than me telling you
About my freedom
Freedom from speech
Freedom from speeches
Freedom from my speeches
And making you catch some
Of my rushing sonnets
Of how close
I believe and hope we are
And of how close
I believe and hope we become

Link · Posted July 18, 2010

#1794 - Warhol's Legacy/The New G8

Posted July 11, 2010 · 02:20 PM

I believe
That you should
Live in fear
Fear of never
Being able to work again
So
Draw some poems
Write some photographs
Photograph some paintings
Sculpt all of your work
Out of other’s
Just talk talking promises
Because most promises
By other’s
Are made by their egos
And that makes them
All hollow
So
You
Don’t just talk about
Working
Don’t just walk to
Work
Do the work
Talk, walk, eat, shit and breathe
The work
Your work
And let all others fall behind
So
Don’t just be a dealer
Don’t just be a trader
Don’t just brag about it
Don’t just write about it
Because
There are a million possibilities
And you should take
One of them
And as fast as you can
Move onto the next one
And the next one
And so on and so forth
So
You say presence
Does make a difference
And so does no presence
You say apathy or protest
I say protest apathy
AND protest people
Who just add their presence
To be the odd man out
Or just to be heard
Or to just to be heard
As being just
I don’t care about
Burning and looting
Raping and pillaging
That does, is and
Will always be
Nothing
You want to be
Impressive
Build your own movement
Out of your own
Work
And then
Burn, loot, rape and pillage
Your own work
And then
Start all over again
So
I have created
My own G8
And while you
Pick your nose
And scratch your ass
And cut your toenails
And burn a car
We of the NEW G8
Sentence you all to death
A NEW death
We of the NEW G8
Sentence you all to
Obscurity
We of the NEW G8
Sentence you all
To go back to your
Homes, communes, businesses
Jobs, slacking, careers
Staying clean or
Getting dirty
Whatever, whichever
Or however it is with you
And your OLD G8
So
We of the NEW G8
Sentence you to go to your home
And do some of your own
Work
That surpasses
We of the NEW G8
And when you do this
And only this
Not that old other thing
Then I will be impressed
Enough
To give you the time of day
A nod and a tip of the hat
Because
You of the NEWER G8
Have brought down
Your own sentence on
Us of the OLD G8
And it is a hard sentence
But we of the OLD G8
Will comply
We will surpass
You of the NEWER G8
And be a conductor of fear
Fear of never
Being able to work again
And thus never
Being able to live again
That is my fear
That is my belief
That is my mantra
And that
This or the other thing
Is my work
So
Now show me
What you have got
Because soon
Everything will be stale again
And I will be just waking up
And not just going to
Work
I will be doing
And last but not least
I will be
My work
And that is my belief
And this is my life

Link · Posted July 11, 2010

#1793 - 20 Years Of Independance

Posted July 04, 2010 · 10:18 AM

I am a militant individual
I am an antagonistic painter
I am a hard-line poet
And my photos
Are never ambiguous
I am dropping it all
On a community
Made of games
Of tic-tac-toe stalemates
Forget about my movement
And I will come after you
With a Molotov cocktail
And to remember
That my aim is always honest
Infringes on you and your
So called freedom
To procreate

I am a militant individual
I am an antagonistic painter
I am a hard-line poet
And I am an unambiguous
Photographer of alienation
And if you believe
All of my chest thumping
Holier than thou
Only I am the one
Who can do it all
Public should be private
Politics
Then I have a small lake
To sell you
That you can
Conveniently jump in
At you leisure

Link · Posted July 04, 2010

#1792 - Snowbirds

Posted July 02, 2010 · 05:49 AM

Here’s a newsflash
For your information
No matter
What you wear
No matter
How expensive
Your cell-phone is
And no matter
What you do
You can never look cool
Riding on a bus

And just so you are
Perfectly clear
On this matter
Of your hipster foolishness
When you are acting
Like you are too cool
For everyone else
On the morning bus run
You might as well
Go to a beach
On a hot summer day
Wearing a snow suit
Because in both cases
You look just as idiotic

And one more thing
Thank you
For riding public transit
With the rest of us
Working stiffs

Link · Posted July 02, 2010