Dream's Mysterium

Category: poet

  • Test

    You’re testing me I see Can I do this thing without you? Well, see that’s the thing about you, You will see that I’m about to. I’ll pass it, you will see. See, I’ll pass with flying colors And I’ll ask you for another. One cannot be the other. Don’t you wish you told your…

  • I Have Ascertained…

    That it could quickly be arranged  That we could soon become estranged  If I were drunk enough to count. Alas but I am not And all the wrath that it has wrought! Too often I have thought It more important to surmount The question of what’s really there And if we’re Fred Astaires, Dancing on…

  • Worth Doing

    That person Who told you it was easy Lied to you Nothing Worth doing Is ever easy And this Is very much Worth doing

  • Fate’s Cruel Refrain

    My heart is of blizzards. Of seasonal storms— (We probably should cuddle To try and stay warm.) We’ll break out in flowers From heads to our toes, And daffodils crown us In all sorts of rows. We’ll only see rainbows from Heaven to there. Birds will fill trees almost Everywhere. I hear them all singing…

  • Another Frightful Morning

    Another frightful morning, and I’ll Give myself the axe That, first, I’ll use to hack you when you Do as I don’t ask. Just you disobey me and I’ll Break you into days, Try me and I’ll show you, friend I mean the things I say.

  • What Know Ye of Eternity?

    It seems a long, long spell. With what shall ye fill all the days? It’s way more fun in Hell. Ye may have evangelists, Or wait a minute … no, But we’ll have Jimi Hendrix here In Heaven down below. And we will all have jam sessions With he and Kurt Cobain. Ye will still…

  • I Damn Near Thought I Loved Her…

    She damn near robbed me blind. She wanted less than I could give Our spirits weren’t aligned. Though some would call me crazy, I realized even then That she just did not challenge me. A surface love of skin— And though I gave and gave and gave All that I had to give, She drained…

  • Worth Doing

    That person Who told you it was easy Was lying to you Nothing Worth doing Is ever easy And this Is very much Worth doing

  • Who am i kidding i won’t become less prolific

    When (it’s coming soon) I’ve gone through all my docs.

  • The Banjo was Black…

    (West African Origins) Until they stole it, Told Blacks they can’t use it. And then they stole Country Would not let them in. This is how Rhythm and Blues was born.

  • Wings Attached

    by wax Attacks Born of the Sun Son Flew  too high.

  • Thoughts

    Winter is coming much later these days. All our unending in so many ways. Our time on Earth’s fleeting — just flitting about Survival’s a razorblade’s width from without. In so many ways I am cooler than most Hanging around with Shakespeare and Poe’s ghosts. If money is not life’s conditional prize, Then beauty is…

  • August

    Wish I could be nude — as nude as can be And running around living most of life free. Wish I were a taller, more elegant man But I’ll use what I got as well as I can Wish I were a bird who could fly through the sky I’d wish I were you but…

  • When Hope is Gone

    What is there left when hope is gone? How do we go on? When knowledge enlightens, The horror is revealed. Then one must live with the sins of the rest.  And somehow try to sleep. Fellowship is what we have. Love is left when hope is gone. Togetherness. We don’t need All the things  They…

  • What is it to Write?

    To etch feelings  Into semi permanence in some vain attempt at capturing them? What purpose do words serve? Can you place them in an order That will evoke the feeling That spawned them? No, and what does writing do to our stories? First the scribes which was only slightly less abrasive  Than the printing press…