Dream's Mysterium

Tag: mother nature

  • Look, Son…

    Look, Son…

    Stop fuckling complaining!You designed this trip!You prefer a challenge.You designed the hardship.You know that this is trueMore than you know you’re You—And maybe that’s the problem,You forgot your eyes were blue. When You were born, but they faded to grey—Well, put the blue back in!You know exactly how to.You’ll find the guide within. And then…

  • 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.

  • Wild Nature

    Wild Nature

    A poem about Mother Nature.

  • Windswept, Vacant, Verdant Field

    A windswept, vacant verdant field Where all my dreams reside— Secrets that I dare not yield! I’d rather keep inside. Although I let its grasses grow, I rather think the world Of that verdant and windswept field Of Nature’s grace unfurled—