Dream's Mysterium

Category: poem

  • A New Sonnet

    I just wanted to sit down and write a sonnet. I usually write Shakespearean sonnets. It’s just the form I adore the most. No idea what subject it will be on. We’ll see when we’re done. Allow me, Lord, to always sing your glory.Every good thing that I do’s through thee.I tap into divine immortal…

  • Skunk Ape

    Skunk Ape

    I swear I saw a skunk ape in the  Swamp on Saturday. I was gliding on the water there, Across the Everglades, When out of the corner of the lamp I saw some eyes. Reflecting light right back at me I couldn’t have been more surprised. I turned around and left the spot And haven’t…

  • AI Haiku

    It would be rich irony if this haiku got farmed by an AI AI can’t write haikus ‘Cause AI can’t even count But I can write them.

  • Conor McGregor

  • Certificate

    They gave me my certificate But failed to give me hope. I don’t think I can live with it. I simply cannot cope. I sold my soul for a degree And for what? Just to slave Away for richer people who get Richer every day?

  • Fireworks Prohibited

    “Fireworks strictly prohibited!”My inhibitions inhibited!It’s a good thing fireworks never impressed me.I’ve got things to do like creating, resting. Do you guys see why I never have to keep a journal?

  • I Don’t React

    I Don’t React

    I don’t acknowledge anything.I don’t react at all.I’m learning to need less approvalFrom the audience in the Hall.My soul is just reflecting all thesePeople anyway.They think that they are real but IDon’t care what they all say.They are all projections here.The only real is God.And he is within everything.He’s energy, after all.

  • Señor…

  • I saw Alison Mosshart

    I saw Alison Mosshart at Target. She was shopping for her frog. I was in that particular aisle Pretending I have a dog. She looked as lovely as ever. No makeup and no frills. I asked her to come over And pay a couple bills. This is not a true story. I just have a…

  • My Girlfriend is Anonymous

    My Girlfriend is Anonymous

    My girlfriend is anonymous.I can’t tell you her name.Just know that she’s a banging babe.The one who seems insane,Until you get to know her thenYou get that she’s just wise.Living with her’s such a dream.We always compromise.

  • Doctors Cannot Cure Me

    Doctor’s cannot cure me.Only God’s grace can.I don’t depend on others.The very least… a man.I depend on gratitudeFor every blessing andEvery bit of misery.Perspective is the plan.

  • Storms

    Storms

    God is sending me storms.He always loves to bless me.It’s crazy I’m so powerful.It’s such an amazing blessing.I love the God within meAnd the one within you twoFor they are one—The Sun.Have fun.It’s what we’re meant to do.

  • God Makes Arrangements

    God Makes Arrangements

    There were no capitals in Hebrew.So “satan” wasn’t proper.A word that meant “the accuser.”Mistranslated by copiers.An accident? Impossible.No one who takes care to scribeWould make any such mistake on accident.It definitely was snide.And we have copies FROM BEFORE!So we know that they were changed!They burned all that they thought we had,But God made an arrangement.

  • Brain Worms

    A lovely Twitter follower suggested “worms” as the topic for a sonnet so I obliged. They told me you had brain worms. That’s too bad. You see, I believe in Karma, but don’t judge. It’s not on me to make sure you are glad. The One you need’s inside you and won’t budge. I really…

  • Thank You So Profusely

    Thank you so profusely.You know who you are.I owe you but you are me.You’re never very far.I can’t believe that all this powerExists within me.I thought that I was mortal once.Silly freaking me.