Dream's Mysterium

Category: activism

  • ALL Empires Fall

    America, America! Where they sell the lie of Freedom! An empire in a state of collapse. You can see the errors of the ones  We call the founders with reverence. Their stated mission was to build a country impervious to ruin. But founded one upon unmitigated greed electing only men like them to lead. Allowing…

  • About the Earth…

    How can you go on with your typical day When so much we need to survive is at stake? How can you live on, and simply kill time When everything’s threatened and we’ve crossed the line? I find it so hard to simply exist And know what I know—we cannot subsist. Between all Earth’s creatures…

  • Politics are A Means of Extracting Wealth from Workers and Giving it to the Ruling Class

    You’re gonna catch the brain disease if you don’t fucking quit You think that I am kidding but it really is a fit. If we were all Ukrainian they might just give a shit. But they’re just paying donors back I’m now forced to admit.

  • Kiss Me Here

    Kiss me here As I pull near No mistletoe Nowhere to go No time to think Nothing to drink Sober and clear So, kiss me here

  • Panda Bear

    I wish I was a Panda Bear (are pandas even bears?) I’d roll around the surfaces And dine on bamboo fare If anyone were apprehensive (seeing me in a room) I’m only kissing Mrs. P! And dusting out my broom!

  • Hark, a Sonnet

    Hark, the bell is tolling for us all.For we allowed the wicked to succeed.The world we’ve built is destined soon to fall.For we’ve allowed the greedy men to lead.And they are greedy purely for greed’s sakeFor who can be fulfilled extracting moreFrom Mother Earth than Mother Earth can take?Humanity’s a thing that I deplore.Most ev’ry…

  • Corporate Man

    I went to visit Corporate Man Upon his private Corporate land I thought I’d help him understand We have so little time. “Not later, now, it must be done! You see,” I told him, “we are one. The Earth, the trees, the flowers, Sun. There’s no such thing as ‘mine’.” “Look outside there still are…

  • The Land of Oppression in the Guise of Freedom

    The USA is under spell. For almost all,  A living Hell. Oppressed in such specific ways We’re robbed of hope For things to change And thus resigned  To live oppressed— To play by rules Made by the rest— The tiny few Whom rule the land With heartless greed And raisèd hand.

  • Autumn—While We Have It

    Longing now for Autumn—for a Season so serene. Leaves litter my lawn and not a Single space between. Autumn bringing temperatures  So varied and extreme It seems reality is blurred And everything’s a dream. But if I’m really dreaming  When I wake what will I find? A hotbed here of Hell or just a World…