freddie-benjamin - Hello Poetry

**Inspired by Meg Cranston's Artist for President (http://www.uniteddivas.com/megcranston/megpresident.html)** We assert that there is a youth culture that is different and separate from all other cultures and that our culture is governed by principles which the aged population finds peculiar or offensive. We are tired of being labeled. We are tired of being segmented. We are tired of hearing old people talk about us. We are tired of being the respondents to your 20 city questionnaire. We are done with being ignored. We are sick of 1980s spandex. We are sick of your Top 40 hits on a compact disc. We are sick of your rom-coms and big budget fantasy sci-fi sequels. We are sick of 60 billion ad messages being hurled from satellites in outer space. We are done with being disappointed. We demand the right to change everything. We demand the right to create our own words. We demand the right to define what is cool in the morning. We demand the right to re-define what is cool in the evening. We are done with being told to follow. We reserve the right to be elitist. We reserve the right to choose our heroes. We reserve the right to create jobs that never existed before. We reserve the right to outsource, open-source and crowdsource everything and all. We are done with your rigid ways. We condemn the wars that you started. We condemn the poverty and hunger you created. We condemn your irresponsibility in ignoring our dying planet. We condemn the forces of greed that keeps an honest man from climbing the income brackets. We will fix the mess you left behind. This is for school kids This is for college students This is for young professionals This is for the young artist who shares his creations on DeviantArt This is for the young blogger who dreams of being a travel journalist This is for the podcaster who is on her way to become a successful RJ This is for the YouTube user who dreams of her own television show and feature film This is for the photography enthusiast who spends his pocket money on a Flickr Pro Account This is for the opinionated Twitter-for-Blackberry addict destined to become a Twitter celebrity. (Even we don’t know what that means!) This is for the coding guru who gifts his geek friend a mobile gaming app based on Dungeons & Dragons for his birthday. Yes that is cool...for now. This is youth culture

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Jul 30, 2010

Jul 30, 2010 at 2:24 PM UTC

freddie-benjamin

Youth for President

**Inspired by Meg Cranston's Artist for President (http://www.uniteddivas.com/megcranston/megpresident.html)** We assert that there is a youth culture that is different and separate from all other cultures and that our culture is governed by principles which the aged population finds peculiar or offensive. We are tired of being labeled. We are tired of being segmented. We are tired of hearing old people talk about us. We are tired of being the respondents to your 20 city questionnaire. We are done with being ignored. We are sick of 1980s spandex. We are sick of your Top 40 hits on a compact disc. We are sick of your rom-coms and big budget fantasy sci-fi sequels. We are sick of 60 billion ad messages being hurled from satellites in outer space. We are done with being disappointed. We demand the right to change everything. We demand the right to create our own words. We demand the right to define what is cool in the morning. We demand the right to re-define what is cool in the evening. We are done with being told to follow. We reserve the right to be elitist. We reserve the right to choose our heroes. We reserve the right to create jobs that never existed before. We reserve the right to outsource, open-source and crowdsource everything and all. We are done with your rigid ways. We condemn the wars that you started. We condemn the poverty and hunger you created. We condemn your irresponsibility in ignoring our dying planet. We condemn the forces of greed that keeps an honest man from climbing the income brackets. We will fix the mess you left behind. This is for school kids This is for college students This is for young professionals This is for the young artist who shares his creations on DeviantArt This is for the young blogger who dreams of being a travel journalist This is for the podcaster who is on her way to become a successful RJ This is for the YouTube user who dreams of her own television show and feature film This is for the photography enthusiast who spends his pocket money on a Flickr Pro Account This is for the opinionated Twitter-for-Blackberry addict destined to become a Twitter celebrity. (Even we don’t know what that means!) This is for the coding guru who gifts his geek friend a mobile gaming app based on Dungeons & Dragons for his birthday. Yes that is cool...for now. This is youth culture

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One for the worries Two for the woes Three for my wrongs Four for my foes Five for love lost Six for lost cause Seven to hell with those who look down on the solitary loser drinking to fog up a lousy day spent watching a pair of morons in black do a bad job of groping each other’s private parts

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Jul 21, 2010

Jul 21, 2010 at 11:28 AM UTC

freddie-benjamin

Lament

One for the worries Two for the woes Three for my wrongs Four for my foes Five for love lost Six for lost cause Seven to hell with those who look down on the solitary loser drinking to fog up a lousy day spent watching a pair of morons in black do a bad job of groping each other’s private parts

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I break stones all day long Mother, you break your back from dusk till break of dawn. We moved from left to wrong Mother. cornered by fate I break stones all day long. and watch you lay withdrawn mother, dreading the hours from dusk till break of dawn. Scrambled notes of a song mother, cheap lust’s prey - while I break stones all day long. Your hopes from times foregone mother, breathe within me from dusk till break of dawn. Men who stain your sarong Mother, plague my mind. So I break heads all night long- from dusk till break of dawn.

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Jul 21, 2010

Jul 21, 2010 at 11:26 AM UTC

freddie-benjamin

I break stones all day long

I break stones all day long Mother, you break your back from dusk till break of dawn. We moved from left to wrong Mother. cornered by fate I break stones all day long. and watch you lay withdrawn mother, dreading the hours from dusk till break of dawn. Scrambled notes of a song mother, cheap lust’s prey - while I break stones all day long. Your hopes from times foregone mother, breathe within me from dusk till break of dawn. Men who stain your sarong Mother, plague my mind. So I break heads all night long- from dusk till break of dawn.

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I Big and Black and filthy after his bath in the sand. The giant best free from collar rid of all command. His mahout speaks a foreign tongue of broken antiques. Shankar Ravi my newest friend one of nature’s freaks. II Healthy fodder, all branches and leaves, won’t eat at any cost. Peanuts and bananas, devoted to those. Deep ends of winter lakes until his ***** froze. Crazy giant, son of the wild, father to a herd long lost. III How and when did you and I grow so close, so soon? Splashing away simmering days, beneath the stars studying the moon. ‘Here have all these bananas and peanuts that I saved for this day!’ Wretched fate that put you in chains, plays its part to take you away. One final bath in the sand to bid us farewell in our own ways. I hope you find a herd in the wild to make up for the lost days.

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Jul 21, 2010

Jul 21, 2010 at 11:23 AM UTC

freddie-benjamin

Leaving Shankar

I Big and Black and filthy after his bath in the sand. The giant best free from collar rid of all command. His mahout speaks a foreign tongue of broken antiques. Shankar Ravi my newest friend one of nature’s freaks. II Healthy fodder, all branches and leaves, won’t eat at any cost. Peanuts and bananas, devoted to those. Deep ends of winter lakes until his ***** froze. Crazy giant, son of the wild, father to a herd long lost. III How and when did you and I grow so close, so soon? Splashing away simmering days, beneath the stars studying the moon. ‘Here have all these bananas and peanuts that I saved for this day!’ Wretched fate that put you in chains, plays its part to take you away. One final bath in the sand to bid us farewell in our own ways. I hope you find a herd in the wild to make up for the lost days.

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Brown a color the stench of my skin My blood it reeks of red Sniff my name a foreign sound A common tongue that stinks the same Get a whiff of my god a displeasing odor The tang of a heartbeat in you, in me Can you smell my pain? You and I two flowers two scents in the same world I am sorry it bothers you so much.

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Jul 21, 2010

Jul 21, 2010 at 11:11 AM UTC

freddie-benjamin

Brown

Brown a color the stench of my skin My blood it reeks of red Sniff my name a foreign sound A common tongue that stinks the same Get a whiff of my god a displeasing odor The tang of a heartbeat in you, in me Can you smell my pain? You and I two flowers two scents in the same world I am sorry it bothers you so much.

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