Dream's Mysterium

Tag: poets

  • Fate

    Fate was never real, my love.We decide our fate.We must fill our hearts with love.Make no room for hate.Every moment, we are changingInto brand new people.The Soul is mighty, little one,But the mind, it is feeble!

  • Pickle Ball

    I was playing pickup pickle ball for quarters in a gymWas playing my friend Eli who claimed to friends that He was “Him.”I thought he must mean God so I said,“Brother. Me too.We’re all essentially siblings we’re theSame thing me and you.”He acted real confused and then he said he’d beat my ass.I played him…

  • A Cure for Vampirism

    “You see I found this holy man. Yeah. I mean a Voodoo Priest. A witch doctor. A witch. We were playing Macbeth. I was Mercutio. Wait.”

  • A Shakespearean Sonnet For the Awakened

    I want to write a sonnet so I will.I’ll write it just like Shakespeare but the subjectWill be a little different I fear .I’ll bear my soul and make my feelings public. And whomever authored Shakespeare—he felt too.If only propaganda for The Crown.A man must feel so deeply to pursueSuch matters of the heart, however…

  • A Quote From Me

    “It’s okay if you talk to yourself as long as you know who is who.” -Benjamin Stone, world-famous poet

  • Sort of Like a God

    Sort of Like a God

    I’m sort of like a godAnd nothing like a manI know this kinda stuffWhich leads me to abandon Effort worry fearI’ll live in the now.Anything insincereI guess I’ll allow My soul to take the wheel‘Cause I was out of control.I hit a fence post one timeOn a gravel road.

  • Lunatic

    I’m proud to be a lunatic. My lady—she’s the Moon. A true poet’s greatest Muse. A soul with whom in tune. I love to write love poetry To the lady dressed in light. I love to look upon her face In rapture in the night.

  • C.I.A. Attention

    I attract CIA attentionWith everything I tweet.I know it. It was proved to me.They have their eyes on me.This really doesn’t bother me.They’ve threatened me before.When I said that “God has me.”It silenced them once more.

  • Sheepherder

    We hear about conquistadors but not the men who did the scalpingWho blamed it on the natives as excuses to do more scalping.We hear of human sacrifice but not Jesuit mass murder.The military arm of the Church.The Word is the Sheepherder.

  • My Spider Plant Went Loco

    My spider plant went loco. Expanded everywhere. I don’t know what to do he’s outgrown Every pot or snare. My brother, I respect it. But should I set you free? You seem to respond positively To my soul, you see?

  • A Story about a Witch

    A Story about a Witch

    I saw a witch in a ditch in a situation.Thought I’d help her out to rescue this silly nation.A witch has powers but someone had stoleHer broom. I assume, an agent or a mole.I gave her a ride in the passenger sideOf my old Chevrolet, in the dark that day.She smelled of oleander, I was…

  • Jesus Take the Wheel is Real

    Jesus Take the Wheel is Real

    There’s someone in my head! And oh my God it’s me.I can’t believe I know this now! I am fin’lly free!I no longer have to worry when I Leave it all to You.JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL IS REAL. It’s what I intend to do.

  • Twitter Poetry For Woe is Me

  • Wake Up Rip!

    Bernie Sanders texted meAm I s’posed to be excited?Bernie Sanders texted me.I swear it was uninvited.I’ve never even spoken to him.How’d he get my number?This Hell don’t even stop with blocks.The world is in a slumber.

  • A Factual Story I have about Brian Eno

    Was running from the Cops one dayIn Brian Eno’s hood.I had no other place to goSo I ran through his woods.And ran up to the gated entrancePressing on the key.“I’m running from the Cops, Mr. Eno.Please come rescue me.”Minutes later he emerged.The sight was sort of odd.He said, “I’ll bore you all to death with…