Dream's Mysterium

Category: poem

  • Mr. Ham

    My name is Mr. HamI do not give a damnWhatever that I say I am,My friend, I fucking am. You do not have a clue.You don’t know what to do.The world just seems so damn complexAnd it confuses you.

  • “I’m Hammered”

    “I’m Hammered”

    “I’m hammered,” he stammered Then stumbled outside. “The man cannot drive! Will you call him a ride?” The bartender asked the man’s friend with the bun. “His face, it is melting, he’s starting to run!” The man ran three feet and he burst into flame. I bet that he won’t go out drinking again.

  • So what?

    So what?

    So what if all the demons come! So what if they bring all their guns! As soon as we dispute their lies! No one can be compromised! We’ll take this world back from the ones Whose lies we all see come undone As we reveal the truth to all. As do all Empires, yours will…

  • Deception/Opression

    Deception/Opression

    The truth of this deception, Is that their only weapon Is convincing us the truth is lies And lies are act’ully true. This damned horrid oppression Is never getting lessened, Unless we all wake up to under- Stand that “I am you.” Until everyone’s aware That this demonic snare That they insist on keeping us…

  • Untitled Poem I Wrote in High School

    My mom gave me a huge box the other day which had a lot of old stuff of mine and at the very bottom I found a green school folder fat with poetry I wrote in High School. It’s a treasure trove. I’m going to post a few on here for you lovely readers with…

  • Dear Santa

    Dear Santa

    Dear Santa,Timmy says you’re fakeBut me? I know you’re real.I feel you in my heart, you see.And thus, I know the deal.But a man who lives with tiny elvesObsessed with making toysIs confusing to my growing brain.I guess it brings you joyTo travel at the speed of lightAnd break into the housesOf all the evil…

  • Sowers

    Sowers

    This poem was inspired by this van Gogh piece. Van Gogh is probably my favourite artist and the more I learn about him, the more I see myself in him. Arest thou sowers or reapers?Or arest thou both?All of the wisdomWas passed down by Thoth.Some of his words are hidden belowThat city of demons masqu’rading…

  • Faith

    Faith just isn’t needed.Belief has superseded.All of us are gods.With memories a-fog.But you can learn this too.I’ll tell you what to do,Mushrooms and some music.Some DMT will do it.You must transcend this planeTo see there’s something else.You have to find your higher selfIt’s up there on your shelf.

  • Humming Birds are Faeries

    Photo by Chris Charles on Unsplash Hummingbirds are faeries.You prob’ly just forgot.Flitting to and fro to drinkThe nectar from the frocksOf tiny little flowersHeld by tiny little elves.(The ones within the glen, you know.Not ones upon your shelves.)And elves are tiny spiritsThat God put on the Earth.Sometimes they misbehaveTo make you prove your worth.Not everyone…

  • Lonely

    Lonely

    Sometimes I would like to die.It’s such a pain to live.And I can’t even see a pointI have so damn much to give But no one is receptiveTo the entreats of a manWho places no importance onThe habits of his land. We’re told from when we first emergeNever to judge a bookBy its cover or…

  • All Hallow’s Eve

    All Hallow’s Eve

    Once upon All Hallow’s Eve,A wicked witch did fly.A flash across the sky at night—A twinkle in your eye— On the hunt, was this aged witchFor little boys and girlsTo put inside her big ole bagAnd remove from this world. To a roof in town, she flewOne with a little shaft.Just like Santa Claus she…

  • God Gave me Coffee

    God Gave me Coffee

    God gave me coffee. But never told me why. But it’s an antioxidant. I learned this on the fly. By paying close attention, And understanding that Illness is just toxins And cancer, our defense. So drink a lot of coffee. And watch what you ingest. God will put it on you, And take care of…

  • Poetry is Magic/We are All Eternal

    Poetry is Magic/We are All Eternal

    Poetry is magic— It makes me feel so good— Whenever I am real depressed I write and I feel good— I hope that you can read it And start to understand How vital to the culture It is across the land— The earth is just a face— You’ve often heard it said— And we are…

  • I Guess I’ll Just Write Poetry

    I Guess I’ll Just Write Poetry

    I guess I’ll just write poetry Don’t know what else to do The world is only dragging me Into the ocean blue The depths that I’m afraid of I don’t fear nothin’ else It’s taxing to be living In a world that’s full of wealth That no one really needs Greed is never-ending Resources are…

  • The Christ is Not Your Jesus

    The Christ is not your Jesus,Your messiah hasn’t come.And you misunderstandWhere that prophecy comes from.But, see I understand it ‘causeI’ve read a lot of books.And not only the BibleThere are more, just take a look.The history of the Hebrews is aComplicated yarn.(They weren’t even in Palestine!If you give a darn.)Why not look in AfricaEthiopia, exact.Nothing…