Dream's Mysterium

Tag: poem

  • I Want to Travel

    back in time.Straight to the 1990’s. I want to re-experience them I hate that they’re behind me. I know that I can do this if I  Could just master time.That whole decade still exists Although we’re left behind.

  • Hell’s Empty

    Hell’s a little empty cuz the Devil’s up here. Well, he came around the city and we had a few beers. I hear he found a little lady and he always gets paid. May have come a little early but at least he got laid. If you see him comin’ for ya try to go…

  • No Title

    Bitten by Medusa’s hair, I’m poisoned and I’m stoned. Lie with me—we’ll be a pair— I dare not sleep alone.

  • An Explanation

    I am indebted to beauty As I am indebted to eyes. And I am indebted to sound As I am indebted to ears. The funny thing is it’s illusion You aren’t even seeing what’s real. You’re only being shown the portion you need To see to survive in your world. Unfortunate beings, are we That,…

  • I Saw a Girl in the Bush

    I saw a girl just in the bush Out of my corner-eye She smiled at me and then she blushed And then she waved goodbye The glimpse of her was oh so brief It might not e’en be real Was it just a thought I had In my automobile?

  • Nine

    This pandemic’s got me going mad. It really feels like it will never end. I’ve tried to use the excess time I’ve had To be productive to productive ends. If you’re like me you’re losing half your mind Just trying to keep busy and keep safe. This isolation is a galling grind. And public recreation…

  • I Saw Peter

    I saw Peter at the gate  But I was running really late So I said to him at once Sir, I never played the dunce And I did what the Hebrews  told In the Holy books of old And, yes I read the Golden Rule They didn’t even teach in school  Then I applied it…

  • Corporate Man

    I went to visit Corporate Man Upon his private Corporate land I thought I’d help him understand We have so little time. “Not later, now, it must be done! You see,” I told him, “we are one. The Earth, the trees, the flowers, Sun. There’s no such thing as ‘mine’.” “Look outside there still are…

  • Perseus and Andromeda

    Image by WikiImages from Pixabay He flew on wingèd sandals near the shore And saw her naked there against the stone As beautiful a maiden naught before, Had Perseus encountered, bound alone. He carried the decapitated head Of the Gorgon sister who was known As Medusa—even in her death Her disconnected head could turn to…

  • There’s Magic

    There’s a magic flowing through  Each and every thing. I wish that you could feel its pow’r It shakes my living be’ng. It doesn’t differentiate No ‘isms’ or ‘otries’— It doesn’t care how ignorant You just happen to be We’ll never know, for instance, And can’t hazard a guess, What fungi say to old oak…

  • I Speak in Poetry

    Yes, I speak in poetry So you best listen well Every line I type on here’s A story I can tell If you listen carefully  You’ll ALMOST hear the breeze As I describe it with my fingers With precocious ease. But it’s not magic! It’s my brain! I’ve loaded it with facts That all inform…

  • Love to Make

    Speak to me in poetry Whisper what you’d say to me Cross your lips into my heart Beauty, you’re a work of art Ever-after’s just awhile So little time to see you smile But we work with the gifts we’re given As long as we are one, we’re livin’ As long as there are breaths…

  • The Land of Oppression in the Guise of Freedom

    The USA is under spell. For almost all,  A living Hell. Oppressed in such specific ways We’re robbed of hope For things to change And thus resigned  To live oppressed— To play by rules Made by the rest— The tiny few Whom rule the land With heartless greed And raisèd hand.

  • Making Sense of the Madness

    Sometimes you have to write to make any sense of the madness. Most of the time you fail, but it doesn’t mean you stop trying. Sometimes the injustice weighs you down like the Mariner’s fabled albatross. To simply take a step becomes the most difficult task you’ve ever faced. Sometimes the evil overtakes you and…

  • Einstein’s Apple

    Why is it Newton we think of when we Think of gravity— Sitting under his tree— The apple hits his knee— When it wasn’t ‘til Einstein That we had a working  Theory of gravity?