Dream's Mysterium

Category: poet

  • Amber Eyes

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

  • Autumn Longings

    Longing now for Autumn—for a Season so serene. Leaves litter my lawn and not a Single space between. Autumn bringing temperatures  So varied and extreme It seems reality is blurred And reality’s a dream. But if I’m really dreaming  When I wake what will I find? A hotbed here of Hell or just a World…

  • A windswept, vacant verdant field…

    Where all my dreams reside— Secrets that I dare not yield! I’d rather keep inside. Although I let its grasses grow, I rather think the world Of that verdant, windswept field Of Nature’s grace unfurled—

  • Fate

    I believe in Fate If it won’t make me late For this important date I set So just save me a plate. I guess there’s no escape. The one who soiled the drapes Is caping for a former man With mouth and ass agape. So take what you can take The rake, for goodness sake…

  • Stan

    This song is about a Paedophile who runs an Orphanage like a dictator and a young boy seeking something better. He’s for the childrenOh what a manStan. Stan would always love the childrenAny way he couldStan would stand them in the cornerPantless Stan would send them into townTo scavengePick the pockets of the rich andDumb.…

  • On Immortality:

    Nothing’s ever gained without some risk And nothing’s ever lost that wasn’t loved. So love with every ounce of soul you have. For life is far more fugitive than love. Though permanence is very real, indeed. We are all immortal by our nature. Just perhaps not the way you think. Nothing made of any of…

  • Whiskey on my Breath,

    I whisper in your ear “Let me have tonight. Let me hold you near.” Smiling with your eyes You say nothing at all. But everything you’re thinking, know, My dear, I heard it all.

  • I Cry

    I cry too much  For days that will never come again For feelings, that I felt back then Which are only memories now— For people, who promised never to leave Whom I don’t even know today. I weep for places I used to love that  No longer exist in the world.

  • My Only Regret is You

    I thought about you once, one day, A fleeting curse of mind— It’s funny to me, removed today I could ever be so blind. I’ve give up everything to be Free from any record Of everything you’ve done to me I’d give up every second I ever thought to spend with you Colossal waste of…

  • (The End)

    I know you think me crazy But I’ve read a few things lately And I’ill give it to you straightly We have less than you think. Of time — we will go under Our future has been plundered We’ve blighted and we’ve blundered We are masochistic things. It’s dangerous to live In an eternal state…

  • Yearning

    Spending my days being bored. I so detest being ignored.And I hate attention. Did I fail to mention, I’d rather fall on my own sword. Most of your words are so toothless, So why do they feel like they’re ruthless? They sting like a bee A hornet’s nest, see? A sage is a No One…

  • Distance

    Your eyes Are the miles between us And your lips,  My eternal seduction. If Shakespearean Verse is more your thing, have a go through the sonnets I have on here. You can easily find the next one by searching the number of it in the series. ex: search: ‘two’.

  • Your beauty…

    is like a thousand moons, shining, full, upon the dew-soaked Earth.

  • Inspired by Poe

    Your look? Divine. You’re feisty — F.I.N.E. I wonder where we will be? One year from now—perhaps somehow Our bodies aside the sea Alone by an empty sea. inspired by Annabel Lee — my favourite Edgar A. Poe poem.

  • You Mean This Much to Me

    That I would sacrifice my life if it would save yours. That I think about you whenever you are not here. That I love you unconditionally because your flaws are part of what makes you perfect. That birds chirp louder and flowers smell sweeter when you’re around. That life would not be as good if…