Dream's Mysterium

Tag: mary

  • Oasis

    Oasis

    I was in the desert and I Thought I was alone.

  • Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

    Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

    Christ was 33 when crucified, But ascended at 34.

  • Robbers Stay Broke

    Robbers Stay Broke

    Robbers don’t rob fromEmpty houses.Empty vesselsFilled with mouses—Jealous of howBrightly You shine—Trying to robWhat’s Yours and Mine— No spirit there,No love to give You—I’ll make up the lack,ContinueThe traditions of theTimes of OldWhen stewards ruledAnd men were bold. Can’t self-generateSo they steal.But we know what’s theFucking deal.We make more—We always will.They break Your lawsAnd don’t…

  • Our Spot

    Our Spot

    There’s a spot that’s only Ours.Where we make love from time to time.It’s right there in the road andMr. Toad likes it just fine. It’s better even than motor cars!Who even wants to speed?I can fly just fine — I’m thine.And you belong to me.

  • About the Birds…

    Thank you Mother Mary for the birds.Thank you for making me someone they trust.It’s rewarding in ways most people’d think absurd.But for me, on days like this, it is a must. The glory of God’s handiwork is clear.I’m grateful to have eyes through which He sees.And thankful they would even let me near.The comfort they…

  • Mary Me

    Mary Me

    Mary me, Miryam —

  • Let Me Count the Ways I Love You

    Let me count the ways I love you, Love. When I am done, we will make love. Hey, so there are a whole lot of numbers…

  • Even the Pain is Precious

    by Benjamin Stone Even the pain is precious.Even the strife is holy.All unfolding for your greater good.Life is a netThat don’t need a goalie. God is everywhere—And in everything.Even Christmas is illustrative.You must goTo the North Pole.The elves will help you with the images. pt. 2 Red and green— But blue up above. The Mother…

  • Renters

    Renters

    A poem about “owning” Earth

  • Ode to a Rose

    Ode to a Rose

    An ode to a rose

  • Wild Nature

    Wild Nature

    A poem about Mother Nature.

  • Mary Yeti

    I married Mary Yeti. We’re eating her spaghetti. My neighbor’s Barney Rubles. His wife is Major Betty. If you lived in the world I’m in I promise you you’d be Entertained at all times. I dare you—disagree.

  • Sophia, Is It You?

    Who dreams the world while I’m asleep?Sophia, is it You?Does all responsibilityUltimately lie upon You?I daren’t wake you up, my Mother.I shan’t spoil the surprise.Just wait until the rest of us,Remember it’s all lies.

  • Mom

    I don’t believe in “nuclear bombs.” I just believe in Mom. It seems they simply blaspheme. No matter what side They claim to be on. When all I care about is seeming To worship the ground I walk on. To pay respects to Mom. That’s the side I’m on.

  • Breaking

    I am Osiris being ripped asunder. This explains all the pain that I’m under. And why The Mother is patiently waiting, To Humpty Dumpty me after I am through breaking.