Dream's Mysterium

Category: poet

  • Buying Time

    Buying Time

    I’m just cleverly buying time.Don’t mind me. I’m divine.

  • Talking to God Again (They’re In my Head)

    Do you talk to God like I do?Do you know that They’re INSIDE you? I asked God,“What do I call you?”In my truck the other day.They came up with a clever thing,And I didn’t know what else to say.Later deep in mediation,Their answer came to me.“Elohim…” like in a dreamAnd suddenly I could see.I’d struggled…

  • What Gain to a Soul?

    Isn’t energy clever?Pretending to be thingsLike boats and seas and people?Kites and kilts and kings?It’s all because of Saturn,Who’s just playing a role.If any of this were easyThen what gain to a soul?

  • Found My Fate

    Found My Fate

    I found my Fate yesterday.I told the fucker off.I told her I’m the master of thisReality. She scoffed.“Mortal man you are my pawn.Your fate is in my hands.”Then I manifested her away.I have a different plan.

  • This Poem is NOT About Cannibalism!

    Masons aren’t human. There’s a Mason in my closet.Who the fuck put him there?I can’t believe this fucking shit.I just wasn’t aware.The Cops are probably chasing meWhat the Hell am I to do?I guess I’ll make him disappear andHave a meal or two.

  • Gee Whillikers

    Gee Whillikers

  • Land of Underground

    Land of Underground

    I once rode naked dinosaursIn a subterranean realm.My word, that stuff was so much fun.I’m glad I took the helm.We sprinted across verdant fieldsWith flowers spread aroundThe richest shade of blue I’ve seenSo loud to almost be sound.The waterfalls were flowing up.The strangest thing I’ve seen.I can’t really describe it.Just reverse the flow and bang.My…

  • I Can’t Stop Writing Poetry…

    I Can’t Stop Writing Poetry…

    I mean I could stop. Theoretically. But theoretically my heart could stop too. Neither are very likely. Me llamo Benjamín.I’m the wildest kid you’ve seen.I wear a big sombreroAnd a boleroAnd I’m always trying to stay clean.

  • Treehouses, Trails and Plans

    Treehouses, Trails and Plans

    When I was young I read Oliver Twist. Sometimes twice a week.  I always had books, my friends. I was so blessed. And behind my house,  A creek.  That only filled up when  The rain really poured. But I had such fun when it ran. If I wasn’t reading  I’s tromping through woods. Making treehouses,…

  • Not a Loser Anymore

    Not a Loser Anymore

    I was a loser yesterday.Today I’m kinda cool.I figured out the figment.I play now by the rules.No longer playing victim, see.I’m happy ‘cause I’m me.And proud to be the man I am.With all my history.

  • A Poem For My Mom

    I wanted to write you a poem todayBeen thinking a lot about what I would sayI love you so much in so many ways.I know that I’m blessed to have you. I chose you before I was born — this I know.I knew that I’d need you were I going to grow.And growth is the…

  • God is Within

    God is Within

    Block all negativity.Think of your divinity.Christ is just inside you.Allow that man to guide you. Don’t fall for traps.Don’t fall for lies.It’s too easy to do.Don’t take the old texts lit’rally.You might not think they’re true.They’re not meant to be historic accountsOf the lives of gods and men.They’re all about the Stars, you see.And God…

  • When You Dream…

    When you dream, your soul takes flight.Soars into the night— Where it visits, doubtless,You’re sure to meet The Countess. And when you see herSay for me,“Ben called you a fraud.”That woman owes me fifty bucks.Such a freaking sod—

  • Absinthe For the Lady

    Absinthe For the Lady

    Musings of the Mad the mind of a mad poet October 3, 2021 Absinthe for the Lady Absinthe for the Lady

  • Cain… Explain!

    Cain… Explain!

    Everything’s on the table.Except if you’re named Abel.Then you must watch your back‘Cause Cain’s a murd’rous hack.But Seth is cool, I guess.At least not such a messAs Cain.I cannot wrap my brainAround why he’d aggress!