Dream's Mysterium

Tag: poem

  • Romeo Must Die

    Romeo Must Die

    Your character is your character.I’m sorry is that confusing?Who you are within,Determines if you will winIn every battle you face. And you will face battles,Eros will fly,And hurl his arrows straight for you.You have to die,So face it head-on.Doubt and fear must be replaced. Something I wrote yesterday loosely-related: “The Damned and Wasted”

  • The Damned and Wasted

    The Damned and Wasted

    by Benjamin Stone The damned and wasted have Only waste to give. They don’t have tools to build, So they don’t know how to live. They don’t read shit; therefore, Their shitty lives of sin Are projected onto you, And they think they have to win.

  • The Heart is Where the Soul Lives

    The Heart is Where the Soul Lives

    The heart is where the soul livesThink about it—It’s true.It’s not to your damn head you pointWhen you refer to you.The brain is sane for moments,But the heart guides you to home.Eventually you’ll crack,It’s coded in your genome. The heart is where the soul lovesDon’t deny the feeling.God is up above but there’sA goddamned fucking…

  • Sirius,

    Sirius,

    Siriusly, it’s over. It’s time for you to go. I nipped at your damn heel It’s time for me to glow. And I don’t care who understands, I just want you to know That you did not defeat me You just forced me to grow. And now the Son moves into the heart Without you…

  • Hello, It’s Me in Jello…

    Hello, It’s Me in Jello…

    I tried to say “Hello,”

  • Mary Me

    Mary Me

    Mary me, Miryam —

  • Shut the Hell Up, Rabbit. Alice Is Trying to Ascend

    Shut the Hell Up, Rabbit. Alice Is Trying to Ascend

    You can’t be fucking late…

  • A Jealous God

    A Jealous God

    God is jealous, But not of Her…

  • Forgiveness

    Please forgive those who oppose me, Father…

  • Peter is at the Gate

    Peter is at the Gate

    I am Peter at the gate and I will make you fucking late…

  • Watch the Flowers — Feed the Birds

    You should tip-toe through the tulipsSo as not to trample them.Dance right through the daffodils—But dare not touch a stem. But don’t forget to stop and smellThe flowers that you pass.For time is running out, my friendThis life of ours won’t last.

  • Panpipes

    Panpipes

    Eros always hurls His arrows at my Head all day and night. But that’s just fine with me—

  • Hello, Jekyll

    Hello, Jekyll

    Jekyll, it’s Hyde…

  • Life is a Duck

    Life is a Duck

    If Life’s a quack Then duck it. If it’s a lemon… Suck it.

  • Nigredo

    by Benjamin Stone Saint John, oh won’t you guide me Through the Blackening of my soul? I can’t seem to find my way Or submit full control. I trust the Mother, brother, But I can’t shake the illusion That something dire awaits me next It’s left me in confusion.