I know the meaning

I dreamed that one held the scepter
of life. Not a god, not a beast, not
a government, not the whole of the universe.
I dreamed a child and I knew the meaning.

©2012, Donald Harbour

The Archangel cometh

We own you and we will take your soul. Bet on it, buy stock.

Poets are a dime a dozen, I
cost only a penny on the cheap.
Bilbo Baggins and Robert Frost
each a copper of time pasted
upon the digital landscape of
the Internet. No written pages,
only ones and zeros defining,
recording genius, talent, moronic
diatribes, the succubus of intellect.
The decay of society in the cloud
of tomorrow. Is that your ultimate
destination, bucolic acceptance?
At what point will the reason
of the word be given over to
the Machiavellian manipulators
You sheep, you followers, naysayers,
you destroyers, you that sleep
with Eden’s snake of technology,
will kill your children, welcoming
the Archangel of Destruction,
without ever knowing you are
no longer members of humanity?

©2012, Donald Harbour

Avariciousness

there is Every Man who walks the long mile
plodding upon the graveled road of judgement
his feet bearing the casualty of avariciousness
a non-complaining man of simple means
he is compelled to perform a supplication
those that hold his means and manner
those that demand his dominion
graze upon his meagreness and humility
no thought given to plight or pain
their demand the holy gospel of exchange
they are fore bearers of blood sucking lice
infecting insects of societal woes and want
these modern-day temple money changers
the constant corporate foot upon the neck
they are the intentional squanders
the desiccation of a nation’s soul
yet they persist by manipulated taking
everything that is evil persists in them
their noose that delivers the pound of flesh
is the corpus of monetary foundation
the man is Every Man Every Woman Every Child
his burden the harlots of finance
yet the man is blind to the casualty of lies
his feet bloodied from the long walk
he struggles as the distance grows greater
and the lie becomes a truth denying his dream.

©2012, Donald Harbour