Dream's Mysterium

Category: poem

  • A Poem a Day

    A poem a day Keeps the nightmares away; But for you A few will do. If life were love Would you live me forever? If I were to rhyme orange Would you think that was clever? If I had no principles would you have left? If I was like you, an unprincipled mess?

  • Unwritten Love Songs

    How many unsaid words Exist inside my head? Unwritten lines of poetry Unpublished and unread? How many brilliant works of art Will I not make today? How many heartfelt love songs languish While I toil away?

  • Do Not Fear Death — Fear Life

    Most go quietly and willingly in the end It’s not really something to spend your life in fear of The end comes for everyone in time The worst possible thing is you approach that moment with regrets So live like you are dying—you are—and live out your wildest dreams.

  • Dark Laments

    Dark laments from  Solemn evening rose To every man or beast Ever opposed To living life, The fullness  Of this state. For every thirst or hunger There to sate.

  • On Capital

    The haughtiest have the dirtiest secrets.  It’s as predictable as the sunrise. And here we have our issues More than most and we, We wonder why we let it be  Thus when it doesn’t have to be. Atrocities committed frequently To pad Republicans’ pockets So they can stay in power And accumulate more wealth. (wealth=power)…

  • The Moonlit Night

    The moonlit night was creaking With creatures who creak in the night. Creatures who cause a great fright— To anyone who’s sneaking! Attracted to all of the light— And suddenly I’m shrieking! Eager to take a big bite— And suddenly I’m freaking! Out at the sounds of the night. I’ll never revisit the site.

  • Secret

    Look at you, you beautiful creature. Come with me. Yes, down this alley. I have a secret to give…to tell you. It won’t hurt  At least not much. And not long. And after that You’ll never feel pain again! And you can stay with me…forever.

  • Still Waiting

    Alone is a mood I don’t feel like. I want it for naught, you know. But bachelorhood ever has shaped me Allowed me to wise up and grow. I’ve never thought much about aging Of what I will do when I’m old. And what of the war I’ll be waging? Will I take on those…

  • Throw the Kids Against the Wall

    Throw the kids against the wall. They’ll stick like glue— They’ll never fall— Good to get them out the way For vacuuming the floors Thursday. And while it’s only Monday now, We’ll feed them on the wall somehow, And even measure how they grow Upon the wall, oh how they’ll glow.

  • 3

    A sonnet daily ‘bout the whims of one A borderline neurotic sort of dude. Of broken hearts and broken wills, so fun! Of love left unrequited — unrenewed. It will keep you healthy Whitman says If you take your dinner in the nude. As for your opus, always edit, yes. For we should be improving…

  • Capitalism is the Virus

    I use my words to paint the page What glory do they bring? What fancy of the multitude? What charm? What wit? What bling? What courage to the men that read? What magic in my bones? And should we poll the multitude? To see whose side they’re on? And what path will you choose, young…

  • A Deadly Fucking Virus is Abroad! (a sonnet)

    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 in…

  • No Time for Love Poems

    I’ve got no time for love poems for My verses seldom sate Any wont for cheerfulness In my frenetic haste. I hate the man who loved you back When I was seventeen. An eager sort of lad, I was, Obsessed with being seen. I hate the fact I never loved You deeper than your skin.…

  • 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

  • Deal

    If your current situation Requires hesitation Then you’re doing it all wrong. You’ve got an obligation To deface entire stations You simply must be strong. There are hidden races In their secret hidden places Suff’ring for your meals. I know you have the time To listen to this rhyme And act like it’s a motherfucking…