Dream's Mysterium

Category: poet

  • Godless Martyr

    In retrospect, I loved you For reasons oh, so wrong. Or perhaps confusèd love and lust. And lovst was just too strong. In retrospect, you ruined my life I should have been more cautious. But youth’s synonymous with error And your allure was noxious. In retrospect I made mistakes In thinking you were smarter. But…

  • It Never Snows on Christmas Anymore

    It never snows on Christmas anymore. Not like it did when I was just a boy— Not in the South to chill one to the core— Not for the little children to enjoy. I know there must be places it still snows. I’ve heard a tale of it a time or two. I see it…

  • The Dip

    Just the once Without words We’d cease to be Without words You wouldn’t know me Without words We’d sink this ship But we are anyway! So buy the dip!

  • Lucy in the Sky with LSD

    I dropped  I felt I’m liquid I melt I came You saw No blame Just awe If we Forsee The end Is near Then whom To tell Then disappear

  • I Wrote a Song for You Today

    I Wrote a Song for You Today

    I wrote a song for you today It’s a rather tragic tale About a man named Ahab And a damned elusive whale Or was it Ashenputel  With her friendly woodland friends They got her to the Ball and then  They did it once again. Or shall we talk about the Jew Whose trapped up in…

  • A Longing

    I’m tired of being the same Of chances never taken. Of dreams of borrowed fame From which I’ll never awaken. And you out there, you see, Just being and existing.All I want to be Is with you and persisting.

  • I felt Alone and Spoke Aloud…

    About the state the world was in. Though much assailed, I never bowed. I understood the stakes therein. And I withstood the consequence and understood the pertinence. The more I spoke the more it seemed That no one else was listening. My cry progressed to near a scream. Still, no one was listening. They all…

  • I Lost a Love Today

    I lost a love today Feels like I lost a life Some say you need companionship I went and got a wife But she and I Weren’t eye-to-eye And so she left me bare Now I’m alone Without a home And now I’m without hair.

  • You Call Yourself a Writer

    You call yourself a writer Cause your wallet’s feeling lighter— Yeah you’re Fresh out of dinero on this  Road that once was narrow but to— Day it’s somewhat wider An illusion meant to guide her To a false sense of security As if an impropriety Were as tangible as matter Or the silly sound of…

  • Ecstasy Unbound

    I’m going for a walk right now Not list’ning to your pleas. I know you want my presence there’s just Not enough of me. A lovely village band is playing Salsa in the square. I’d rather not be anywhere but  Better here than there. Suddenly I’m far from you just Drinking in the sound, Then…

  • A Love Sonnet

    Love is such a simple thing to do When you meet the one, you’ll know she’s it. Still, I’m left here holding this here shoe, Trying to find the one whose foot it fits. The one I love is missing this here shoe. I danced with her for evenings but alas! She had to bolt…

  • Prose

    absolutely Let me love you in poems and caress you with words. I’ll shower you in metaphor, kiss you with consonance, verb you ‘til you moan with delight. We’ll be forever defined by sonnet and embraced by verse. Æthelbehrt would read us and weep, for he could never describe  Our purest love in prose.

  • I Call this Sonnet Gerald

    I yearn to know as much as I can learn A gift, this age is, to a probing mind And one should learn the right things to discern Or else he’s flying blindly—He is blind. In order to expand you have to grow And grow your base of knowledge and of facts. Our brains are…

  • 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, now, I don’t even know I weep for places I used to love that  No longer exist in the world. I cry

  • It was the Winters, Really

    It was the winters, really. I can see it rather clearly When resources waned severely We just had to put up stores. Winter created fear We wouldn’t make it through the year— When the wildlife disappeared. So we started to hoard. That was the end’s beginning When the Earth shifted its spinning And we thought…