I’m a villain,
One of many,
You probably wouldn’t have heard of me,
I’m not the Joker or Magneto,
I’m something of a Z-lister,
You won’t see any special issues of me,
My supervillain outfit is ragged and gaudy,
Inspiring more guffawing than fear,
My lair little more than a grimy motel room,
No plans for world domination,
Just trying to subsist,
Stealing for bullets and breadcrumbs,
I’m bad purely through necessity,
No super strength or flight,
No minions,
No real threat,
My nemesis is no Superman,
It’s the next weeks rent.
Archive for May, 2022
Poor Villain
Posted: May 31, 2022 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: comics, Creative Writing, Creativity, Crime, dark poetry, Fantasy, Fiction, human condition, human nature, humanity, poem, Poems, poetry, WorldofHarley, Writing
Concoction
Posted: May 29, 2022 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: Creative Writing, Creativity, dark poetry, Fantasy, Fiction, human condition, human nature, humanity, Magic, nature, poem, Poems, poetry, WorldofHarley, Writing
Our lifeforce is a potion,
Brewed by some unseen witch,
Mother Nature in a pointy hat,
Following a recipe as old as time,
All manner of ingredients are sown,
Rosebuds and onyx and nightshade,
Moonlight and sunshine,
Thorns and salt and belladonna,
Carrion bird feathers and puppy dog tails,
Only the best components,
To create this marvel of alchemy,
A heartbeat in liquid form,
Imbibed within the womb,
And coughed up upon our deathbed.
Headsman
Posted: May 28, 2022 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: Creative Writing, Creativity, Crime, Dark Fantasy, dark poetry, Fantasy, Fiction, human condition, human nature, humanity, poem, Poems, poetry, WorldofHarley, Writing
Part of the same ‘universe’ as “Blackguard“.
Under these foreboding clouds,
And under ravens vigil,
Dark deeds are to be done,
The war is over,
And now retribution must be rendered,
So the Headsman is called,
And his companion of steel thirst,
A silent and bulky man,
In a sullen hood that emulates night,
Arriving to tight-lipped spectators,
The damned takes his mark,
The labrys is held aloft,
The bystanders’ awe grows to crescendo,
Eons seem to pass,
But the edge does fall,
A tirade of stories ended with a grim whack,
A smirk almost audible under the hood,
But before the day is done,
Many more heads shall roll,
Of that all can be certain.
The Faceless Many
Posted: May 27, 2022 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: Creative Writing, Creativity, dark poetry, Depression, fame, Fiction, Horror, human condition, human nature, humanity, poem, Poems, poetry, WorldofHarley, Writing
I am one of the faceless many,
All uniforms and funeral veils,
A legion of cogs,
Clay impersonating vitality,
Constricted by LED screen vines,
Bound for no greatness,
Eyes that don’t see,
Ears that hear only wind,
A mouth that murmurs only delusions,
A false face,
I know I’m no different,
In this crowd of grey nothings,
You won’t see me,
You won’t know me,
I too am faceless.
Energy Crisis
Posted: May 26, 2022 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: Creative Writing, Creativity, dark poetry, Environmental, Fiction, human condition, human nature, humanity, mental health, poem, Poems, poetry, science, WorldofHarley, Writing
Humanity is electric,
Volts piloting fleshy mannequins,
And we’re all having an energy crisis,
We lack the energy for change,
A scarce stockpile of self-betterment,
Effort dimming along with our bedside lamps,
It seems our supplies are depleted,
Interest and vigour evaporated in our tanks,
No drive to fix our problems,
Our societal defects,
No natural gas to pump our breast,
Nor to warm our hearts,
Tragedy after tragedy,
And plight after plight,
Policies for change are avoided,
But these shortages can’t be ignored forever,
There is an energy crisis abound,
And the future shall pay the inflated price.
Miasma
Posted: May 24, 2022 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: Anger, Creative Writing, Creativity, dark poetry, Fiction, human condition, human nature, humanity, mental health, poem, Poems, poetry, Society, WorldofHarley, Writing
Mankind is sick,
Addled by a toxic fog,
A primal miasma,
Colourless and odourless,
But insidious all the same,
It permeates not only into our skin,
But our humours also,
Reducing us to beasts,
We scratch at one another over trifles,
Imagined slights and bruised egos,
Chimpanzee disputes and jealousy,
A red mist owning our minds,
And though harmony is our ideal,
Our intent,
We show such aptitude for rage,
Such illness.
Passion Of Ink
Posted: May 23, 2022 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: Art, Creative Writing, Creativity, dark poetry, Fiction, Happiness, hobbies, human condition, human nature, humanity, poem, Poems, poetry, WorldofHarley, Writing
Why do I write?
It’s an intricate question,
But the answer is simple,
I found a calling within the ink,
A reason for being,
An obsession perhaps,
And so I waltz with quills and vellum,
A giggling rune crafter,
Splashing ink upon dreams and fantasies,
Incubi between the lines,
Chimera of vowels and consonants,
And I’m a capable beast master,
I’ll admit it takes practice,
When I pen these brainchilds,
I’m not showing off,
Not espousing some kind of artsy manifesto,
I simply write because I love it,
I could not see myself any other way.
Philosophers
Posted: May 22, 2022 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: Creative Writing, Creativity, dark poetry, Fiction, history, human condition, human nature, humanity, philosophy, poem, Poems, poetry, science, WorldofHarley, Writing
I admire the philosophers,
The thinkers,
Those followers of wisdom,
Those Platos and Nietzches,
Those who deign to study reality and existence,
Thankless profession as it is,
Unlike the astronomers,
Who look outward,
To that more tangible mystery,
These souls look deep inside,
Into that primordial mass that is humanity,
The wiles of our nature,
They ask questions,
Is there meaning in life?
What is consciousness?
Are there deities?
Fate or free will?
Positing enigmas ad infinitum,
Yet they shout into the void,
No concrete answers will echo back,
And for that,
I admire these personages,
Because they understand that basic tenet,
Philosophy is to know that you know nothing.