Dream's Mysterium

Category: poetry

  • A Start, A Sonnet

    I am ever unappreciated. Always in my own cocoon of truth. Outside of here, the morons are elated. Ignorance is bliss but knowledge sooth. Almost all of everyone is dumb I grew up thinking they were just like me Until I grew in knowledge and succumbed To the misery it is to see. Knowledge is…

  • Bleak

    I anticipate the moment of my death As one anticipates a coming storm For certainly my soul will be at peace And no longer be so troubled by the norm I was born into a time and place That failed to nurture something so unique And failed me many times throughout my life. I know…

  • The Moonlit Night

    The moonlit night was creaking With creatures who creak in the night. Creatures who cause a great fright— To anyone who’s sneaking! Attracted to all of the light— And suddenly I’m shrieking! Eager to take a big bite— And suddenly I’m freaking! Out at the sounds of the night. I’ll never revisit the site.

  • You Make Me Want to Die

    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! In fact, too often I have thought It more important to surmount The question of what’s really there And if…

  • I Need to Write to Breathe

    I need to write to breathe  Or else I simply seethe You make me do these things And the anguish that it brings. I need to dope to cope Or else I’ll just elope  With a dainty sort of dope With a little bit of rope.

  • I COULDN’T BE RIGHTER

    I COULDN’T BE RIGHTER I PULLED AN ALL-NIGHTER WE USED TO HAVE LIGHTERS BUT NOW WE HAVE PHONES I’VE LOOKED FOR A LONG TIME AND WRITTEN A FEW RHYMES IT’S JUST IN THE MEANTIME I FIND ME ALONE. IT COULDN’T BE DUMBER WE USED TO HAVE SUMMERS THE WORLD IS A BUMMER WHEN YOU LIVE…

  • Some of my Best Friends are Plants

    Some of my best friends are plants. My bonsai tree, emerging herbs— Some might think me disturbed. Because I make friends when they can’t. I love to watch them grow so full. So green and healthy, tall and proud— If you listen they speak aloud. They make green so hip and cool.

  • Antisocial Personality 239r0u[wqeat;glkj

    If once, I’ve said a thousand times: The wealthy are all fools. They feel compelled to gather well After their purse is full. They take more than they’ll ever need To live a happy life Because the only fun they ever have Is in creating others’ strife.

  • Secret

    Look at you, you beautiful creature. Come with me. Yes, down this alley. I have a secret to give…to tell you. It won’t hurt  At least not much. And not long. And after that You’ll never feel pain again! And you can stay with me…forever.

  • Lie with Me

    Bitten by Medusa’s hair, I’m poisoned and I’m stoned. Lie with me—we’ll be a pair— I dare not sleep alone.

  • Still Waiting

    Alone is a mood I don’t feel like. I want it for naught, you know. But bachelorhood ever has shaped me Allowed me to wise up and grow. I’ve never thought much about aging Of what I will do when I’m old. And what of the war I’ll be waging? Will I take on those…

  • Godless Martyr

    In retrospect, I loved you For reasons oh, so wrong. Or perhaps I confused love and lust. Because lust 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.…

  • Think

    Some people think (if that’s what you can call it) There are certain things That no one can know for sure Because they don’t know them. They ask no questions. They believe no evidence. And sometimes the same people  Think that they know very unknowable things. These are dangerous people  And they surround us. Be…

  • Throw the Kids Against the Wall

    Throw the kids against the wall. They’ll stick like glue— They’ll never fall— Good to get them out the way For vacuuming the floors Thursday. And while it’s only Monday now, We’ll feed them on the wall somehow, And even measure how they grow Upon the wall, oh how they’ll glow.

  • They Say That…

    Love is such a simple thing to do, And when you meet the one, you’ll know that’s it. But still I’m left here holding this here shoe, Trying to find the one whose foot it fits. The one I love has lost her glass babouche. And I already know that she’s the one. For when…