Found some poems

[pryomancer]

I found some poems I wrote last year in my English Literature class.

 

 

 

Personally I quite like them, and in only one draft version I think they flow quite well. Tell me what you think? Interpretations?

 

 

 

I am the mundane,

 

The desperate heartbeat of a generation subsiding.

 

Ouer identity escapes us,

 

the maelstrom of war can't release its grip on our

 

burning desire, our raging passion,

 

our dying protection and frozen accusation.

 

Through rose-tinted pupils we stab at the dark,

 

the 60's are over, though still in our hearts.

 

I am the mundane,

 

The desperate heartbeat of a generation rising.

 

 

 

Procrastination of the great,

 

intimidation of the lesser,

 

Such indifference will allow the latter to grow sharper.

 

Of the preceding the latter, they will gain earth,

 

yet realisation does not occur betwixt their skull and his own.

 

So insomnicacs arise, whilst they slumber en masse,

 

Remove your skins, but don't reveal your masks.

 

 

 

 

I've dealt my indignation,

 

upon the horizon.

 

It's settled with mirth,

 

at ones own damnation.