Dream's Mysterium

Category: Other Poetry

  • 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…

  • Life

    Life is about loss and Life is about change. Life is about sailing on The seas of pain. How nothing Ever Stays the same. We only have Ourselves to blame. Love is a concept. Love is a drug Love is a perfect, Comforting hug. Love isn’t definable. Love is just love. Love—when she fits you…

  • The Mighty Mississippi

    We came over to Utopia            But could not recognize it. A blissful land ‘o plenty Then thought we would supersize it.   ‘Manifest Destiny,’ We called it with no shame. We called the natives savages And then, their lands, we claimed.   We didn’t know we didn’t know And then assumed the right To push…

  • About the Earth…

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

  • Thirteen

    I had an aching concept for a poem. It wormed its way into my brain today. I felt compelled to give a proper home To all these lovely words that came to play.   And as it played it spread to half a page. Contrived, it told an old familiar tale. About an evil wizard…

  • Eleven

    A deadly fucking virus is abroad It came across the air. Across the sea. It’s spreading uncontrolled through guys like Todd Who will not wear a mask—he says he’s free.   But freedom’s an illusion. (news to Todd!) And none of us are ever truly free. Freedom is an effort to defraud The working class…

  • Ten

    The forest is much more than just alive.It’s all connected in myster’ous ways.And though you scorch her surface, she survives.The heart of what is here cannot be fazed. It speaks in ways no ear could ever hear.In chemicals and quantum messages.When any plant is damaged there are tears.And we’d be wise to heed the presages. For when…

  • Nine (Pandemic)

    This pandemic’s got me going mad.It really feels like it will never end.I’ve tried to use the excess time I’ve hadTo be productive to productive ends. If you’re like me you’re losing half your mindJust trying to keep busy and keep safe.This isolation is a galling grind.And public recreation has to wait. The days all…

  • Seven (For Terry)

    Familiar wafts of scent flow from her hair—A hug elicits flashbacks in your mind.A Pink Floyd concert back in ‘94—A moment frozen in its place and time. Her breasts, pressed against your chest as ifShe wants to send a message with her bust.And suddenly you recall regal riffsWhich play inside your head. Their lovely lust—…

  • Five

    Whenever there is sorrow there is pain And in-between them moments you could fly And I just get this feeling in my brain That I can make a difference ere I die. And that’s what motivates me, thus, to grow. I’m learning how to be much more of me. I’m trying to learn all there…

  • Four

    Never have I been the least bit sane, Nor have I feigned to ever be. When I hear you say “Stay within your lane.” Well, that just doesn’t make much sense to me. Because I have no lane, love, I’ve the road Going in both directions all at once. You see the path I’m on…

  • Three

    A sonnet daily ‘bout the whims of one— A hopeless lover longing to find love— Of broken hearts and broken wills, so fun— Poetry is man’s most potent drug. A poem will keep you healthy, Whitman says. As long as one dines nightly in the nude. As for one’s opus, always edit, yes. For one…

  • A Fatal Dance

    Painted black—her raven hair In flowing rivers—painted her shoulders. Cheeks-a-blush—a fullness there Her slate-grey eyes—two sunken boulders. The darkness of ten thousand years— But warmth to welcome tortured souls The envy of her jealous peers— As if perfection were the goal— She dances here and there with grace. Her lovely countenance aglow— The look of…

  • Earth in Iambic Pentamenter

    I know that once I write these words, their lives At once will both begin and start to end. And no one will be digging through archives. There likely won’t be be’ings like us again. We’ve made a mess impossible to mend. And I can almost not endure the days. Successive torture in a thousand…

  • Absinthe for the Lady

      Absinthe for the lady. Brandy for the gent. The night feels like it’s just begun. And time is heaven-sent. And though the hours drain me as I Stifle one more yawn, The silhouette of lovers can be Seen across the lawn. Buy my book! Free with Kindle Unlimited!