#harbinger
the new dark age
heart goes out
world goes up
all due to a love of concrete
and iron indignities
buildings grown in the heartland
steel your future
wrap your face in a foreign flag
make it medieval
so fear and superstition
can live on each floor
from above the cityscape
blueprints of a pinball machine
a train to nowhere
like candles on a cake
that will burn someday
when least expected
ladies against the glass
of morning commutes
show too much cleavage
to people on Sunday
gentlemen with their death sticks
conjure the factory smoke
poisoning a life of leisure
these infinite vistas
continue to rise
elevation well in hand
stitched together
but growing apart
the biomechanical soul
a species out of control
mother solitude and her
modern failures
take the stairs to the roof of her mouth
progress leaves an echo
her final words are
empty, foreboding
and full of lead
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 12:20 PM UTC
~
*Tonight underneath debris
Family foreclosure
...
Heaven's legs dawn through window
Offer artificial hope
...
Employee to love
Dressed for escape
...
Pleasure town angel
A multi-colored pretty thing
...
Mom questions way
Daughter drives to parties
...
Empty lips talk
**** reflection patterns
...
Death inside mom and dad
Beautifully cold skin
...
War god kiss
Midnight blue people (at dinner table)
...
Young shadows flower
Final stars fire
...
Money born cloud
Raining on remnants of family
...
Is there nothing
Left to mortgage?*
~
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 9:49 AM UTC
And have you ever heard how poppies smell?
They are so huge, so wild, so ruby-colored!
They're summer harbingers, the lights of fields!
They are so thrilling, brave and so uncovered!
These poppies easily can put you to the sleep
Or even **** you with no difficult at all!
They're real flashes, doping! They're taboo!
They're passion, craziness and sin in whole!
And have you ever heard how poppies smell?
They are as red as real blood itself!
No? You haven't heard it? Oh, it's sad. You know,
That's how heartfelt and true love just smells.
Mar 15, 2025
Mar 15, 2025 at 5:40 PM UTC
~
*So where did you go?
Where in daydream tarnation are we?
If only you could see my exodus
and relent
Where are you now?
Matters of blood and connection
forming at the mouth
we are the fabrication
--an image apart from ourselves
To break is something sacred
in the Morse code of brake lights
through time stained windows
through a thousand contractions
the dead are getting younger
If only you could see me
walk into the blackness
not to build a fire
but melt, wander, disappear
and relent
relent
relent*
~
Mar 23, 2024
Mar 23, 2024 at 5:20 PM UTC
~
*Apathetic city skyline
This must be Drum Street
There's critical thinking
Digital tendencies
Pigeons on the roof
Kids in the library
Hail and flashpoint
Homeroom
Their final resting place
Who of you misses the bleak missiles of youth?
And how they used to hit like needles?
I can count your sufferings on my fingers
See them hidden in the tall grass
They move in secret
With shadow blister
As much as the caterpillar:
Elusive and eruciform
Sixteen crane wives
Collect on the guide wire
Their weathered plumage
Strangely displayed
Airplane debris on an uncharted wild
Macabre flowers growing out of air masks, gone quiet
The magic word is drear
It's a sorrow-filled caw
As if feathers from the grave
Clothing our fears
I can count the flock on my fingers
See them separate in mid-flight
Each a solitary path
Fusing rage and grief
Each a solitary path
Fusing rage and grief*
~
Jun 23, 2022
Jun 23, 2022 at 4:08 PM UTC
Heaven sent on vibrant wings
This harbinger of angels sings
Alighting in his crimson splendor,
Comfort to the mournful rendered -
How blessed, the branch that grants him rest
Graced with such a divine guest
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 4:08 PM UTC
I've hit my six sixty sixth follower
oh what can that portend?
I'm devil spawn, or evil marked
or maybe just, an impish trend?
The mark's an omen still
books and other trappings set
in movies and in theater known
an augur dire, for the clergy gets upset
A beastly moniker of old
in revelations, so defined
as ride the horsemen, four
following, the grand design
Lets light the bonfire, build it high
and dance the moon, till full
being naked in the light
it's all a load
of bull
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 11:01 AM UTC
Petrichor
Lured us to the forest floor
No stone left unturned
With hollow throats we yearned
Yet no critter, no creature stirred
Extinction thus had the final word
Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 12:16 PM UTC
You never realize you’re potent,
Always absorbed to ponder differently!
*****
Your argumentative nature
Make many one peeved!
*****
But no one realize
Where lies the
Idea of own thoughtfulness
Alternative thinking!
*****
You mobilize the collective
To think alternatively
And work differently
To put colours in others life
To make them blissful!
*****
No one able to forget
About your thought and effort
To form a collective
To putting colour of happiness for other!
*****
Now everyone is committed
to continue your endeavor !
To bring colours of delightedness
to other!
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 10:10 AM UTC
I finally tracked him down: the person within me who could live without you
So I made him a cup of tea and he began to prattle
About the demonic conductor of my symphonic heartbeats,
And the chthonic tranquility you once deposited into my life stream.
He sniggered at how, even now, I still attempt to draw from that diluted reservoir
In an attempt to discover anything more glorious that a utopian delusion,
An unwarranted euphoria derived from what someone might call the “good times”-
If I gave you the benefit of the doubt and admitted there really was a time your love wasn’t fictitious.
But, I digress
Because I wish you the best
Even if the good times discarded are times I should regret
There was a time when you uncovered my covert capacity for unexpurgated bliss-
The likes of which I had dismissed
As myth or at the very least unrealistic to attain.
Even if all of the solace I find in our memories is disingenuous,
I still thank you for way you fooled me.
And that’s why I screamed at him.
After the nightcap, I chased him out of the house for even flirting with the idea of his own existence.
For I have not the fortitude to meet with him for more than just a few moments.
Right now, I choose to cherish our memories until I forget that I love you,
Until the day I’ll be ready to unite with my harbinger of recovery.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC
Harbinger of good tidings
Rejoiced, sun-scorched land
Influx of dragonflies
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC
The Harbour quakes as we break your Boom,
The Nemesis Sails-Harbinger of doom,
A New Chapter - the Sly Celt Raptor,
Bain Shi proceed us-Scream in rapture
As The Bodhran shakes your eardrums shatter,
Lightning rakes- your defences Scatter,
It's raiding season!-Take your Oars!,
Boats filled to the brim with Ores and ******
our targets-fat Merchants waddle,
Crimson seas as the Forces Battle
The Morrigan Swaddles our mind with the caul (call)
no Mercy asked(None Given!) SLAY ALL
Widows scream as they're dragged to the Ship
Towns burn to ash in our wake as we rip,
A Blood red Swathe Through the Dawn in the east,
As the Nemesis Sails,The Harbinger Feasts...
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 7:08 PM UTC
I will ride this horse
Until I'm shot down
And even then I will
Crawl along the ground
Until I lift my eyes
And I can see that right
Has won the battle
Against greed and might.
I will pull myself up
Through blood and pain
Until not one square mile
Of hatred will remain.
I will call out those who
Label villainy other names
And strive to make them see
That evil is just the same.
Up to that precious day
I will never rest quietly
Until peace in our world
Shall lie and rest beside me,
Until this will come to pass
I, the discontented messenger,
Will point the way to integrity,
And be its constant harbinger.
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 10:09 PM UTC
I cry beware, there's danger there,
But nobody is listening.
I raise my voice and twist my face.
There are tears glistening.
I can see it coming like an ugly beast.
Why the hell can't they smell it at least?
This is going to be like a four-year tsunami,
But sadly, one that won't go away.
All the things we know to be destructive
Are waiting in the wings.
The freedom of us and our nation
May not survive this thing.
While promises of greatness resonate
The putrid smell of recent history
So impatiently waits the doom
While fools bemoan their misery.
The train wreck of modern life
Reverberates in the ears of the wise
And distractions abound in media
While lies are waved before the eyes
Of those loo lazy to leave the couch
To vote or attend meetings or speak;
To stand up for the rights they have
Or find the peace they say they seek.
The national criminals are thrilled
Meanwhile, we are trained to wail
And call evil names about trivia;
About things like someone’s email
And who stands or sits at a game,
Or who is fornicating with who
While, for some, there is nothing
Too immoral some other person can do.
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 11:01 PM UTC
The vultures swarmed above me,
and I wondered if it was I
who lay before their narrowing gaze.
If they were fallen angels,
Lucifer's harbingers,
they'd have harvested on the soul
I'd left to decay.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
Fine droplets yearn in time discern
Moving while script written
We find beauty in forms we yearn
In sweep of wind listen
Our world a heart, rain is the mould
Watch skies in blood towards rolled
Our world, a heart
Our world, a heart
Clouds harbingers of lives untold
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
*Always one black crow
Has words for both Spring and Fall
In tree without leaves*
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 3:43 PM UTC
Everywhere in the maddening race,
You can see the selfish face
Ready to **** ready to ******
Trying to push to the white collared batch.
Humility, humanity are values forgotten,
Fellow beings getting downtrodden!
Life has lost its melody and color,
Running mad to mint the dollar.
We were not born to be caged…
Alas! The race to fame is the latest rage
Nobody wants to stop and stare,
Everyone wants the boss’ chair.
A dreadful desert our life would be,
Happiness - a mirage will you see
Lost will be our gifted soul
And indeed, time will take a heavy toll.
Let the life’s rainbow be of myriad shade,
Beyond yellow, purple and red.
Let us all widen our scope
And nurture the seed of hope.
Let the garden green grow
to beautify the life’s meadow,
Let the fragrance of fraternity linger
And become the universal happiness harbinger.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC