Dream's Mysterium

Tag: poem

  • Hylics

    Hylics

    by Benjamin Stone Hylics surround.Stuck underground.They’re fighting a warAgainst no one at all.Just let them sustain it.At least they’re entertained.While we tune in to LawWith Radio-head brains. Passage from John Milton’s Paradise Lost: (Book II) Will he, so wise, let loose at once his ire, [ 155 ]Belike through impotence, or unaware,To give his Enemies thir wish, and endThem…

  • Forgiving Yourself is the Hardest Thing You’ll Ever Do

    Forgiving Yourself is the Hardest Thing You’ll Ever Do

    Advice to me on Self-Love and Forgiveness

  • Kissing Grace

    Kissing Grace

    I can take it, Wade.I’m working to the Ace of Spades.And when that day’s thrown in my face,I’ll welcome it with Grace. So divvy out the hellI’ll be here wearing bellsI’ll face the place inside Her spaceAnd raise that fucking veil.I’ll plant a kiss upon Her lipsAnd miss Her nevermore.I’ll always be your Gene, my…

  • Choking on the Chakra

    Choking on the Chakra

    I’ve got Gandalf in my throat…

  • Paint Me Red

    Paint Me Red

    Paint me red,My head is aching.I cannot wait,My heart is breakingI cannot stand this freaking pain39 days of goddamned rain!And you are closer,But not here yet.And you want it as badly, I bet. So guide me, Gandalf,To Mount Doom.Not present, butI feel the gloom,And I know my fate is tied to yours.So throw open the…

  • 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.

  • Poison Ice Cream

    Poison Ice Cream

    They told me you were poison—To stay the fuck away.They were poisoning you in me,To try and rule the day,But there’s always tomorrow, Annie.And we know you’re okay.They tried to kill our souls, you know?But we’re outside the fray. We made our own damn ice cream.We don’t care what they say.

  • To the Villains:

    It’s not my fault your souls are deadStop blaming that shit on me!Take responsibility!That’s all I did, you freaks.I was holy!I read books!(The Bible, for a start.)While you let others “explain” it to you!You earned your hell.My heartIs three sizes bigger than thine!And thank God it is mine!You can’t even look in the mirror.I know…

  • Slow Down, Slippery Ice!

    Slow Down, Slippery Ice!

    Why are you in such a hurryWhen you know Time ain’t real?He’s just a figment of your thoughts,And they ain’t damn real either. Just take your time and try to remember—December ain’t that long.In fact, it’s no longer than the month you’re in.The one when you wrote this song.The one which you were born into.And…

  • 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…

  • The Dork Stork

    And did that Angel cry when he had to descend to Earth? Did his wingéd sandals hang on Saturn at your birth?

  • I’ll Be Free

    I’ll Be Free

    You aren’t even mad at me!Stop fooling yourself!You’re not fooling GodSo back the fuck up for your health.You don’t fuck with someone who is kind to you.You don’t steal from them, fucking whores!You do not understand how this game of Ours works!What you give just comes back on you more!That’s what I got that you…

  • I Got This

    I Got This

    I got this. I do. No matter what you throw at me. I got this. It’s true.  I just gotta believe. Everything within me is enough to make it through. I got this. I do. And you fucking do too.

  • Moving to the Country

    Moving to the Country

    Gonna eat a lot of peaches. I’ve got to get out of this goddamn city full of sinners.Get me to the woods, Mom, so I can be amongst some winners.I have to face my nature, and I need to do it there.I don’t care if I die, Mom—in fact, that is preferred.The me I think…

  • Wait

    Wait

    Wait until you see how much IGlow when I’m with You.I cannot fucking do it yet,But I know just what to do.I can’t even manage toBurn the old me awayBut wait until I do, my Love.You already know the day.