One night to be confused

[Minstrel]

I am a disconnected plug,
fumbled and stabbed into
a blackened socket.

A sprocket with broken
teeth grinding a shifted
gear downhill.

Oh the thrill of a forked
gesture to me as I pass
and spill my guts.

The V, to me, is some-kind
of recognition for
my moments of clarity.

Sweet charity I cherish.
Relish in-fact for reasons
best known to myself.

And wealth?
Well you can have it
thick or thin.

Bring it all in,
possesion is, after all,
nine parts of the law.

But it grates me raw
when, like the caw of
a graveyard rook

The land I took
to be my own
is overthrown

By the call of
a black breasted thief
......called belief.

[camus]

Mmmmmmmm,

Apart from the Lyric reference of the title (gotta love lyric references) I'm torn between the precision of engineering and a telly poem:

Sweet charity I cherish.
Relish in-fact for reasons
best known to myself.

Bring it all in,
possesion is, after all,
nine parts of the law.

Struggling with it.

cheers
Kris

[Ryder]

Well thanks for struggling Kris.
Its an attempt, perhaps lame, to write a poem from a deprived teenagers point of view. Even in the telly....fuck, it came easy, I'm still a deprived teenager in my head.

Cheers.


Sorry about this Ryder tag. It really is a log in issue. When I joined the site I fluffed the form, twice, which gave me two passwords, neither of which I remember, sometimes I am automatically logged on, sometimes I am not and have to re-load internet explorer!

Divad.

[camus]

to write a poem from a deprived teenagers point of view

Interesting, perhaps the voice should have been more your own? more personal? Universal teenage...ugghhhhh, (obligatory lol)

I really didn't get the whole engineering metaphor?

Hey ho, we try these things, in general I love your stuff, see what others say.