Dream's Mysterium

Tag: environment

  • Wild Nature

    Wild Nature

    A poem about Mother Nature.

  • We Are Only Supposed to Drink Ground Water

    We Are Only Supposed to Drink Ground Water

    I bet this is in the Bible. I will try to research it later and see if so, but we do know all throughout the Bible wells are mentioned prominently as are people bathing or washing in rivers. Mostly allegorically. Do you know why even cites on rivers and lakes always dug wells or were…

  • 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 …

  • Capitalism is the Virus

    I use my words to paint the page What glory do they bring? What fancy of the multitude? What charm? What wit? What bling? What courage to the men that read? What magic in my bones? And should we poll the multitude? To see whose side they’re on? And what path will you choose, young…

  • Hark, a Sonnet

    Hark, the bell is tolling for us all.For we allowed the wicked to succeed.The world we’ve built is destined soon to fall.For we’ve allowed the greedy men to lead.And they are greedy purely for greed’s sakeFor who can be fulfilled extracting moreFrom Mother Earth than Mother Earth can take?Humanity’s a thing that I deplore.Most ev’ry…

  • 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…