Dream's Mysterium

Category: Other Poetry

  • Devious

    There’s something about that smile How it brightens up my day (Always) Something, for a while, I’ve really meant to say: A secret that we keep—we know— We just don’t dare to say. The distance is so vast between But I can’t stay away. Innocent on its face But devious at heart Cannot help predicament…

  • Like Minds

    I don’t need you anymore. Fortune is a lonely whore. Challenges will keep me sane. Wracking my obtuse membrane. Leading is a thing I do Naturally, and you can too If I look to you for strength, You must be on my wavelength.

  • Lucy in the Sky with LSD

    I dropped  I felt I’m liquid I melt I came You saw No blame Just awe If we Forsee The end Is near Then whom To tell Then disappear

  • I Wrote a Song for You Today

    I Wrote a Song for You Today

    I wrote a song for you today It’s a rather tragic tale About a man named Ahab And a damned elusive whale Or was it Ashenputel  With her friendly woodland friends They got her to the Ball and then  They did it once again. Or shall we talk about the Jew Whose trapped up in…

  • I felt Alone and Spoke Aloud…

    About the state the world was in. Though much assailed, I never bowed. I understood the stakes therein. And I withstood the consequence and understood the pertinence. The more I spoke the more it seemed That no one else was listening. My cry progressed to near a scream. Still, no one was listening. They all…

  • I Lost a Love Today

    I lost a love today Feels like I lost a life Some say you need companionship I went and got a wife But she and I Weren’t eye-to-eye And so she left me bare Now I’m alone Without a home And now I’m without hair.

  • Cronus

    Cronus ruled the Golden Age The Earth and the Whole Cosmos Born of Gaia. Born a sage. A Prophecy from Patmos: His reign would be cut short, ‘twas said, A son would be his death. So Cronus ate his childrens’ heads Then he spit out the rest. Rhea saved the youngest one Zeus, she hid…

  • You Call Yourself a Writer

    You call yourself a writer Cause your wallet’s feeling lighter— Yeah you’re Fresh out of dinero on this  Road that once was narrow but to— Day it’s somewhat wider An illusion meant to guide her To a false sense of security As if an impropriety Were as tangible as matter Or the silly sound of…

  • How Fare Thy Rainbows?

    “Do you ever see wild animals?” Most of the time. How fare thy rainbows? The light in your eyes? How goeth your freedoms, And all your goodbyes? I hope that you have them Need them, you will Winter is coming  And you live on a hill.

  • I am NOT Dwindle!

    I am not dwindle and I am not dabble I am not rumble nor Grumble nor gravel. I am not who You expect me to be. I’ll never be perfect I’ll always be me. Follow me on Twitter @milrandor

  • Ecstasy Unbound

    I’m going for a walk right now Not list’ning to your pleas. I know you want my presence there’s just Not enough of me. A lovely village band is playing Salsa in the square. I’d rather not be anywhere but  Better here than there. Suddenly I’m far from you just Drinking in the sound, Then…

  • Prose

    absolutely Let me love you in poems and caress you with words. I’ll shower you in metaphor, kiss you with consonance, verb you ‘til you moan with delight. We’ll be forever defined by sonnet and embraced by verse. Æthelbehrt would read us and weep, for he could never describe  Our purest love in prose.

  • Wishing for a Meteor

    Wishing for a meteor  To strike me from above I long to leave this world of woe I lost all that I loved. I never had a lover though A fucker though for sure Not like Polly Harvey was  A-knocking at the door!

  • I Want to Travel Back in Time

    Straight to the 1990’s. I want to re-experience them I hate that they’re behind me. I know that I can do this if I  Could just master time.That whole decade still exists Although we’re left behind.

  • Cottage in the Valley

    It was morning in the valley Where the cottage stood alone In a spot in Northern Cali Where the wildcat used to roam. She set out for the market She wore her Sunday best He paid little attention To the regal way she dressed. Out the door, she hurried With panache and with a grin.…