Dream's Mysterium

Category: poet

  • I Figured I Would Write a Poem

    To sate your growing brain. For if you’re on this trip with me, I’ve little to explain. The concepts I will share with you Will take you to the moon. Then you can say you got their first And write a blissful tune. The people who would run from me Are only so afraid Of…

  • None of This is New

    I must remind myself There’s nothing wrong with your perspective.You’re just dealing with evil people. This is nothing you didn’t know. None of this is new.

  • I appreciate you people for

    tagging along It’s a principled take on a worn out love song. If you care for another more than you, yourself, Then you’ve figured it out more than anyone else.

  • You… mow?

    No one anywhere understands me. Everyone everywhere disgusts me. No one’s trying nearly this hard. Everyone mows their fucking yard. That, I find, is real absurd. That’s why we are losing birds.When your life depends on bees, Flowers simply can’t be weeds.

  • Every breath I take is painful – 

    Every waking moment, hard. I have prayed so long for respite. And this Hell has left me scarred. Everyone is fucking evil and they aren’t even trying. You try to trust a person but then all you get is lying. If I had a million dollars I would’ve shared it with the fools Because even…

  • 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…

  • 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.

  • 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…

  • 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.…