Dream's Mysterium

Tag: poem

  • The Machine

    COVID keeps on killing kids and  No one seems to care! “Send them to their destiny It’s better for them there.” All so Mom and Dad can work And function the machine So the people killing us can Add to wealth, obscene. And men who promised to protect Are instead counting cash From the very…

  • 3

    A sonnet daily ‘bout the whims of one A borderline neurotic sort of dude. Of broken hearts and broken wills, so fun! Of love left unrequited — unrenewed. It will keep you healthy Whitman says If you take your dinner in the nude. As for your opus, always edit, yes. For we should be improving…

  • Speak to Me in Sky

    Speak to me in sky. I’m a sentimental guy. If we all take off our clothes We just might learn how to fly. Then you’ll find me in the Shallows. Where the Hangman works the Gallows If you want another guy Find the Cherub with the arrows.

  • 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…

  • A Deadly Fucking Virus is Abroad! (a sonnet)

    A deadly fucking virus is abroad! It came across the air. Across the sea. It’s spreading uncontrolled through guys like Todd Who will not wear a mask—he says he’s free! But freedom’s an illusion. (news to Todd!) And none of us are ever truly free. Freedom is an effort to defraud The working class in…

  • No Time for Love Poems

    I’ve got no time for love poems for My verses seldom sate Any wont for cheerfulness In my frenetic haste. I hate the man who loved you back When I was seventeen. An eager sort of lad, I was, Obsessed with being seen. I hate the fact I never loved You deeper than your skin.…

  • Deal

    If your current situation Requires hesitation Then you’re doing it all wrong. You’ve got an obligation To deface entire stations You simply must be strong. There are hidden races In their secret hidden places Suff’ring for your meals. I know you have the time To listen to this rhyme And act like it’s a motherfucking…

  • kiss me

    kiss me at midnight on a  weekday in June give me your heart say you’ll  be somewhere soon Be anyone just as long as you’re mine share me your heart and I’ll  share with you thine

  • Io

    Venus is a flytrap  Pluto is a planet. Mars says he’s a god, you know And Saturn cannot stand it. Venus wandered off with Mars As any woman would But Mars, he had his eyes on Io, In a lonely wood.

  • Panda Bear

    I wish I was a Panda Bear (are pandas even bears?) I’d roll around the surfaces And dine on bamboo fare If anyone were apprehensive (seeing me in a room) I’m only kissing Mrs. P! And dusting out my broom!

  • Devious

    There’s something about that smile How it brightens up my day (Always) Something, for a while, I’ve really meant to say: A secret that we keep—we know— We just don’t dare to say. The distance is so vast between But I can’t stay away. Innocent on its face But devious at heart Cannot help predicament…

  • Longing

    I want to share my life with you but don’t  Know just  who you are I want someone who’ll challenge me Who’ll be my brightest star If only I held onto you Opportunity long gone I’d never let you go, my love I’d write a hundred songs All about my love for you and How…

  • Like Minds

    I don’t need you anymore. Fortune is a lonely whore. Challenges will keep me sane. Wracking my obtuse membrane. Leading is a thing I do Naturally, and you can too If I look to you for strength, You must be on my wavelength.

  • Godless Martyr

    In retrospect, I loved you For reasons oh, so wrong. Or perhaps confusèd love and lust. And lovst was just too strong. In retrospect, you ruined my life I should have been more cautious. But youth’s synonymous with error And your allure was noxious. In retrospect I made mistakes In thinking you were smarter. But…

  • Heart

    My heart is filled with emptiness Essentially all the time. Sometimes it helps to put my thoughts To page, to wit, to rhyme. Physically, mentally, real and imagined— I cannot help but feel Some days it is the only way  That I can tell I’m real I try to think about my life With warm,…