Damion Hamilton > Quotes

“distractions A hornet stings, but does not hurt me Because the beer I am drinking Is man made Well, nature made the hornet And nature made me And we refuse to get along Because I smash him with my shoe, for stinging me And that’s the history of countries made by Man And the history of the world And I am simpleton because I refuse To understand my life Politics and religions cloud me And I am as poor as a hummingbird Only buzzing with sound As the ships of the world crash around me”
― Damion Hamilton, The Human Condition: Poems by

“Strange Things       It’s strange the things people say To you The things people do you Which may not have much Significance at the time But on reflection, Days, months, Even years later Have so much significance A strange person coming Into your life at a strange moment Or something good Happening”
― Damion Hamilton, Written In Stone

“Lottery Ticket     There’s so much Which goes unheard and unspoken   I watch a woman in a nurse’s uniform Stand in line buying a small stack of lottery tickets   Her voice is tired along with her hair And the back of her scalp   She’s hoping one of those lottery Tickets will serve as a vehicle out Of her job and her life I watch people standing in line Buying those lottery tickets And feel very sad   Waiting”
― Damine Hamilton, Internet Poetry

“While my victory is an ambitious dream Several light years away from this moment As the deaf and mute hordes invade”
― Damion Hamilton, The Human Condition: Poems by

“Those jobs Those ways of living All wanting to go to some bigger place Somewhere else”
― Damion Hamilton, The Human Condition: Poems by

“silent declaration: This is not for me”
― Damine Hamilton, Internet Poetry

“At the point of the day People let you down History’s filled with disappointment And people have been around a long time Though not as long as the sun And not nearly as reliable”
― Damine Hamilton, Internet Poetry

“What you want to be     Well, I never wanted to be anything When I was a kid, I probably made up some shit But I didn’t really want To do anything   Everything was so far out of My reach   Everything took so much time And hard work   And I am easily distracted by Most things   I fell asleep in Algebra class Didn’t”
― Damion Hamilton, Written In Stone

“The Wound It could come from a bad childhood Or bad parents, or growing up in the wrong neighborhood, Or it could come from going to the wrong schools, It could be caused by, being punched too much, Or teased too often, but it’s there As we follow after wrong ideals and mishap theories Always the wound and the dull”
― Damion Hamilton, Internet Poetry

“Writing the Street It’s the end of the work day, and I have a bad case of Claustrophobia from the warehouse coffin, The only cure is the street, Were everything is “pure’” Breathing in asphalt, as I’m no longer of myself, As a frayed day dances in June The architecture of the species”
― Damion Hamilton, Internet Poetry

“Where Are You Going? Cars moving through the rain, on a Friday Night Where are you going? I would like to know your personal history And about your job and your family And about the love, which broken and healed sometimes—”
― Damine Hamilton, Internet Poetry

“Bad Job     I got a gig at a trucking company, loading freight, And damn it was bad, sweating in a suicidal St. Louis Summer night   And the dudes in the place were scary looking and numb, Most of them were around thirty to fifty years of age, most Were supporting families; and I was only, twenty-one at the time. My trainer showing me the ropes and the wharves, as it all seemed Too much for me at the time, As the planets in my head swirled One had to do so much to earn a living… so much The guys so scary looking, they had been there so long That were beginning to look like the truck, the trailer, The freight, the skids and the boxes As”
― Damine Hamilton, Internet Poetry

“Coma       The coolest and most talented Kid I know is in a coma, And there not many in the World That I identify with But Identify with him, The most talented kid I’ve ever met Is in coma, And he’s only thirty two With severe brain injury I”
― Damion Hamilton, Written In Stone

“destination of zero, From point A to zero And all the boulevards, highways, avenues and drives, Side streets and alleyways led to zero How could people wake from their slumber?”
― Damine Hamilton, Internet Poetry

“This day is perfect and rare Even though I will be in the stuffy Warehouse for most of the day The door is about seventy paces away I make everyone of them smiling”
― Damion Hamilton, The Human Condition: Poems by

“me And I am impractical (the root of my pain) I’m an unknown person in an unknown city Moving through unknown crowds Or riding unknown busses and trains Moving towards unknown destinations I feel very small, sometimes Like an ant in a web, about to be eaten By a spider And the sweet girls do not notice me, because I”
― Damine Hamilton, Internet Poetry