Dream's Mysterium

Tag: spiritual poetry

  • Horns

    Horns

    It’s not a competition.I won when I was born.You did too. You just forgot.Your crown is made of thornsAnd you must wear it ‘til the dayA purple one adornsYour head instead;Your wall of lead—Shattered by the horns.

  • Shadow Work

    Shadow Work

    Look at my shadow,Isn’t it lovely?Doesn’t it deserve love too?Don’t you agree, Peter?Flying above me?Wouldn’t it suit you too? Won’t we fly,Regardless of tether?We’ll just ask WendyTo sew us together! Gandælf. Ælfred.

  • A March to Georgia to Battle the Flames

    The story I’m about to tell happened in March. on my 14th birthday. I marched right down to Georgia, To look for a hickory stump I found one deep in a dark, dark wood— Alit upon that lump I spoke my intentions loudly there, Though I did not utter a word. Soon the apparition appeared…

  • A poem I wrote yesteryear about right the fuck now.

    There’re people in the steeple

  • One Reprised

    A poem about Unity.