Biography of Kyle Harbinger
Kyle Harbinger Poems
I hear the cries at night, They keep me awake like a rabid monkey. I hear the cries at night, Coming from every direction and being.
Ode To The Greats
Yellow apple, we met for supper in your flat bottomed boat. we are not here; you are beginning
The window was wide open. The gateway to space, I think you called it.
that morning when it all made sense you talked jibber jabber. the sparrows hung themselves
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their names were pasted on musical notes as we took the journey through the cackling forest, the plants sprouting and chinging change
Just Let Me Quench Your Thirst, My Darli...
but i’ll starve you in the process. the oranges are mine. you can pee on that globe over there BUT THE ORANGES ARE MINE
Sometimes We dont know the difference between What is real? Nothing seperates the
Conflicts burden My path and I am- Alone. I make decisions that
An epiphany in the deepest dream- And I wake up blind Gasping Wheezing
For me, closure can be found in empty bottles and a glass piece for me, I don’t believe, that what is real is what I perceive.
In the realm of my hammock -swinging -silenced the summer’s night sky swallows all life
The Cotton Balls
i see glorious mountains, something like heaven with the clouds like cotton balls
The Melting Sun
Days go by God’s huge tears forming morning meadow mist Over vast, landscape flesh.
reality creeps in like death. gaps of truth are found constantly, like sun rays blasting through windows in the early morning, waking humans
A customer just told me that sunshine
Was falling off of her roof.
I looked at the old lady and smiled.
I was confused yet in awe of her power.
It was then when I realized
We were meant to relax and talk about death
She would ask me something like