Dream's Mysterium

Category: poem

  • Today, I write a letter

    to a man who’s getting better but is really facing issues like a lack of toilet tissue Everyday I prosper Ha, just kidding I’m accosted By the men who want my ham To invest it in a scam. You must believe I’m lyin’ But, my dear, you see me tryin’ So I must believe my…

  • Writing for me is cleansing

    Like a cold shower on a hot day. Just in from enjoying the summer. Writing for me is a lifeline. I think non artists think that’s hyperbole. I’m sure without text, I could write in my head As the wise poets once did. But it preserves a moment in time That otherwise would be lost…

  • Insight into the writing process

    Just an example of how I write poetry. Now, I set out YEARS ago to become the best rhyming poet in the world. You can judge whether or not I’m that. I’m sure there’s someone better I should be reading but this lousy excuse for a culture forgot how important our poets are. At any…

  • Pink Shoes

    Small pink shoes but so much more Converse All Stars It’s vivid in my mind Taking you there To the mall Me on my own, Dad, Buying them for you.You were tiny and today, It seems like such a responsibility  For a man so young With most of his growing Still in front of him.…

  • Poetry

    I’ve lots of poems of poetry They flutter in the breeze. Of Humpty and of Dumpty too. The mouse is in the tea. I’ve had them all inside my head Just waiting to emerge. Some I’ve stored there for some years They mostly all converge And then come out just how they do I have…

  • A Poem a Day…

    Keeps the doctors away But for you A few will do If I had no principles would you have left?If I was like you, an unprincipled mess?

  • A Planet is a Pebble

    A planet is a pebble. On some beach, on some coast. One of many rocks found in its “Quadrant” of the galaxy. It may seem queer But both are made of rock. And both are rich with Stories untold. And both belong To something much bigger. And both are features of a featureful Universe.

  • Collapse

    I don’t know how to word this song So all of you will sing along I’ll wait to see how you respond To which emotion, I abscond. And with the proof, well…. everywhere I’ll probably stop losing my hair While trying to warn the masses that Society is in collapse.

  • Ærendgāst the Errand Ghost,

    D’you bring me word from home? How do my mum and father do? Do they dare to dream alone? Ærendgāst the Errand Ghost, Am I to lick my wounds? For I am not cut out for this. You swear to be here soon? Ærendgāst the Errand Ghost, I’m out of patience now My father is…

  • Some Old Haunts

    Some old haunts still haunt my head. So many places gone— I wish I had the things we said Memorialized in song. My heart misses each of you. It dwells within those days. My memories just will not do. They fail me in all ways. All of you—a part of me— You’re always on my…

  • Rock

    Every little sound that strikes my ear Pleases me like nothing else I know. Sweet melodic noises I can hear They rock my senses — rock me to-and-fro. And maybe that is why we call it Rock. No other music soothes me quite the same. From forth my speakers cometh quite a shock That then…

  • No Time for Love Poems

    I’ve got no time for love poems for My verses seldom sate Any wont for cheerfulness Or anything but hate. It’s healthy not to pent your pain, Instead, to scribe it down. A necessary act for one, Who feels; or else I’d drown. I hate the man who loved you back When I was seventeen.…

  • I Wrote This Poem for Me

    I wrote this poem for me, you see? And not at all for you. Wait, you expected more from me? I only tell the truth. You may call me vain, but you Do not know who I am. If you loved you as I love me Well, then you’d understand. See, I cross out more…

  • Life’s

    Life’s about loss and Life’s about change. Life’s about sailing 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, Comfortable hug. Love isn’t definable. Love is just love. Love—when she fits you Just like a glove.…

  • Amber Eyes

    Evening eyes of Amber now Are batting lashes through A crude attempt at courting her Oh, how she laughs at you.