Dream's Mysterium

Tag: sonnets

  • Thirty

    Thirty

    The 30th in a series of sonnets. You can probably search the rest on this blog if you’re interested. Some numbers have two poems because I didn’t like the original. They say that you must be open to loveTo find it in another solemn soul.Before you put another soul aboveYou first have to learn how…

  • Download Dog a Bone Free!

    by my band Poison Ice Cream and let me know what you think about it.

  • Yearning

    Spending my days being bored. I so detest being ignored.And I hate attention. Did I fail to mention, I’d rather fall on my own sword. Most of your words are so toothless, So why do they feel like they’re ruthless? They sting like a bee A hornet’s nest, see? A sage is a No One…

  • 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.

  • Life

    Life is about loss and Life is about change. Life is about sailing on The seas of pain. How nothing Ever Stays the same. We only have Ourselves to blame. Love is a concept. Love is a drug Love is a perfect, Comforting hug. Love isn’t definable. Love is just love. Love—when she fits you…

  • Sixteen

    I’ve never known a satisfact’ry bond With anyone I’ve ever thought deserved To have me in my rawest but I’m fond Of people with some substance and with verve.   The Fates have always been so cruel, you see. They torture me with love unconsummated. And when I’m close to finding one for me. They…

  • Fifteen (Crown)

    Beneath the sands of time, there lies a crownA crown alone upon an empty throne.Upon another throne, alone, I drown.Awaiting one to make this castle home. For all alone, I simply cannot bearThe trials of this kingdom and its men.For others, they are simply unawareOf stresses placed upon my regal head. So if you are…

  • About the Earth…

    How can you go on with your typical dayWhen so much we need to survive is at stake? How can you live on, and simply kill timeWhen everything’s threatened and we’ve crossed the line? I find it so hard to simply existAnd know what I know—we cannot just subsist. Between all Earth’s creatures and those…

  • Fourteen (Of Perseus and Andromeda)

    He flew on wingèd sandals near the shoreAnd saw her naked there bound tight to stoneAs beautiful a maiden naught before,Had Perseus, the hero, ever known. He carried the decapitated headOf the Gorgon sister who was widely knownAs Medusa—who was definitely deadBut whose stare still could turn a man to stone. He came up with a proffer…

  • Thirteen

    I had an aching concept for a poem. It wormed its way into my brain today. I felt compelled to give a proper home To all these lovely words that came to play.   And as it played it spread to half a page. Contrived, it told an old familiar tale. About an evil wizard…

  • Twelve

    I haven’t written verse in quite some time. I’ve been too busy doing other things. But you’ve inspired me to write some rhymes. I had to try to put words to your wings. But how do I describe the way you laugh?That belly-borrowed hoot by human owl—It bathes me in a preternatural bathThat complicates my…

  • Eleven

    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…

  • Ten

    The forest is much more than just alive.It’s all connected in myster’ous ways.And though you scorch her surface, she survives.The heart of what is here cannot be fazed. It speaks in ways no ear could ever hear.In chemicals and quantum messages.When any plant is damaged there are tears.And we’d be wise to heed the presages. For when…

  • Nine (Pandemic)

    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 hadTo be productive to productive ends. If you’re like me you’re losing half your mindJust trying to keep busy and keep safe.This isolation is a galling grind.And public recreation has to wait. The days all…

  • One

    The ember of a pale moon lights the sky We cuddle close together to stay warm. We’ll sit under the stars until the morn. And gaze up at the sky until we cry. A shooting star appears to light the night We make a furtive wish upon its glow To know a thing it’s not…