Dream's Mysterium

Tag: climate change

  • Volcano Madness

  • The seas will surely rise and the towers will fall This thriving mass of people will be nothing at all And the whole of human knowledge like the empty bee hives Will be inconstruable to anything that survives. I once wrote proudly thinking my honeyed words Would be somewhat everlasting but that thought was absurd…

  • Astronaught Attendant

    I dreamed a lonely world that’s not  Forsaken nor is stirred  although it Does get kinda lonely in my head! The only issue, guv   Well, it’s a— Bout the girl I love… I haven’t  Seen a single hair of her in bed! Well she must have gone away I really  hate she couldn’t stay …

  • The Conditions of Us

    If maybe were a promise, it would be Worse than the lie that tells us all we’re free. ‘Cause freedom is a figment of the mind. To force us all into a mortal bind. Just a lie told to us by the rich. For all they care we’d all die in a ditch. You’re privileged…

  • Autumn—While We Have It

    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 everything’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…

  • About the Earth…

    How can you go on with your typical dayWhen so much we need to survive is at stake? How can you live on, and simply kill timeWhen everything’s threatened and we’ve crossed the line? I find it so hard to simply existAnd know what I know—we cannot just subsist. Between all Earth’s creatures and those…

  • Five

    Whenever there is sorrow there is pain And in-between them moments you could fly And I just get this feeling in my brain That I can make a difference ere I die. And that’s what motivates me, thus, to grow. I’m learning how to be much more of me. I’m trying to learn all there…

  • Earth in Iambic Pentamenter

    I know that once I write these words, their lives At once will both begin and start to end. And no one will be digging through archives. There likely won’t be be’ings like us again. We’ve made a mess impossible to mend. And I can almost not endure the days. Successive torture in a thousand…