Dream's Mysterium

Tag: poets

  • Under the Propaganda

    I miss how simple life once wasUnder the propaganda.You could explain things to meI wouldn’t understand ya.For I knew everything alreadyAnd you didn’t have a clue.Eventually I’d come to findI’d much to learn from you!

  • Circumcision

  • I Used to Quote Shakespeare

    I used to quote Shakespeare. It would drive the ladies mad. But I grew up and realized That Shakespeare isn’t rad. See, Shakespeare’s propaganda Which is why that shit survives When so much else is lost to us— We’ve mostly bare archives!

  • Rather

    Rather than lathering you with a word I’ll simply exist. I don’t have to be heard. But you’ll never learn and you’ll never grow. You probably prefer that. Don’t tell me. I know.

  • No Title

    I used to know when it was raining It pattered down upon the roof Of tin, that covered my mother’s porch. It was all I needed for proof. Now I have few windows. This place is a lot like a cell. It hurts to live in such squalor But working for Rich people’s Hell.

  • Orbit

    Not my best because I just constructed it without planning it like I normally do. I would edit this if I were going to publish it. I just wanted to thank any and all of you who read these poems. I fill them with things I know that I know you should know too.

  • IDK

    I feel like I should write a poem Just to turn you on. You, my lovely followers, I’ll never do you wrong. I’ll craft the sweetest words for you, You’ll wonder if you’ll ever Really live without them. I promise they’ll be clever. I spend too much of what little time I even have remaining…

  • Flack

    You catch a lot of flack for telling the truth. That’s the society that’s been created here. People have problems and expect you to keep secrets That you didn’t even realize were secret. You catch a lot of flack for telling the truth Because people would rather attack you for your words Then spend a…

  • Who’story?

    My friends, I have a tale for you. You won’t believe your ears. In fact, you’ll insist it’s all made up— The stories that you’ll hear! The Anglo-Saxon Chronicle’s The book we want to read. It will have your ass in stitches! It will make you bleed! There’s something here ’bout Alfred Apparently he thinks…

  • Assailed

    I hurt so much I have to write. I do not wish another night Befall my future, soulless corpse. I’ve tried to live, and this is worse. The things that bring me joy cannot Prevent me from having these thoughts I tried so hard, alas, I failed. I couldn’t change a thing, assailed

  • Remembering 1998

    It’s 1998 outside! I feel it in the breeze! Honey, come and look with me, Do you see it in the trees? It’s 1998 and I still think the world is small It’s 1998 I don’t know anything at all!. In 1998 I was working at Red Lobster Feeling like a demi god must have,…

  • Sol Invictus

    Fire me into the Sun Sol Invictus, we are one. Swallow me, O’ swollen sea Let Posieden come to me. Saturn once was King of Sky Once was Sol, a wholesome guy We must view the past for clues. We told ourselves just what to do And what events had come to pass. It’s just…

  • The Funk

    I’m a wise man I”m a sage,I’m a man of many ages.I’m a teacher. I’m a priest.My people are the least.I’m a Buddhist.I’m a monk.I’m born to play the funk.I’m a Poet, I’m a bard.It isn’t all that hard.

  • Gullibility

    Gullibility The gullibility of humans is our downfall. The propaganda of the ruling class Believe the lies they tell you with no questions And then it will be you out on the grass. They want to own the houses now as well When working people cannot buy a home. They feed us what they do…

  • a truth bomb