Dream's Mysterium

Tag: verse

  • I Write

    I write with quill and ink although I realize life has changed. We’ve invented lead today, which I find, using, strange. A scratch on page with graphite seems so easy to replace All one has to do is take some rubber and erase. But when I dip my pen in ink and ply it to…

  • I felt Alone and Spoke Aloud…

    About the state the world was in. Though much assailed, I never bowed. I understood the stakes therein. And I withstood the consequence and understood the pertinence. The more I spoke the more it seemed That no one else was listening. My cry progressed to near a scream. Still, no one was listening. They all…

  • I Sleep Better

    Some sleep peacefully in pain Some sleep through the pouring rain Some sleep easily with flu I sleep better beside you. Some sleep naked. Some sleep clothed. Some sleep aching. Some sleep loathed. Some sleep alone in the nude. I sleep better beside you.

  • King

    I’ll become King Just to set my men free And cede all my kingdom to thee.

  • Golden Apple

  • I Lost a Love Today

    I lost a love today Feels like I lost a life Some say you need companionship I went and got a wife But she and I Weren’t eye-to-eye And so she left me bare Now I’m alone Without a home And now I’m without hair.

  • Cronus

    Cronus ruled the Golden Age The Earth and the Whole Cosmos Born of Gaia. Born a sage. A Prophecy from Patmos: His reign would be cut short, ‘twas said, A son would be his death. So Cronus ate his childrens’ heads Then he spit out the rest. Rhea saved the youngest one Zeus, she hid…

  • You Call Yourself a Writer

    You call yourself a writer Cause your wallet’s feeling lighter— Yeah you’re Fresh out of dinero on this  Road that once was narrow but to— Day it’s somewhat wider An illusion meant to guide her To a false sense of security As if an impropriety Were as tangible as matter Or the silly sound of…

  • How Fare Thy Rainbows?

    “Do you ever see wild animals?” Most of the time. How fare thy rainbows? The light in your eyes? How goeth your freedoms, And all your goodbyes? I hope that you have them Need them, you will Winter is coming  And you live on a hill.

  • I am NOT Dwindle!

    I am not dwindle and I am not dabble I am not rumble nor Grumble nor gravel. I am not who You expect me to be. I’ll never be perfect I’ll always be me. Follow me on Twitter @milrandor

  • Anguished Sonnet

    When I’m in pain I write, I write, I write. It somehow helps me handle hurtful times. And if it’s ever dark, I’ll craft a light It’s often helpful, cleverly, to rhyme. I pen these words in anguish but not fear For whom among us fears death who hath lived? And I learn how although…

  • Holy Grail

    Searching for the Holy Grail for years now. Looking in the likeliest of places. Where art thou oh cup of Christ anointed? Where art thou oh glass of Heaven’s Graces? Under rock and tree and over mountains Seems you would be easier to find. I even looked at SATCO one time Downtown. I wish the…

  • Ecstasy Unbound

    I’m going for a walk right now Not list’ning to your pleas. I know you want my presence there’s just Not enough of me. A lovely village band is playing Salsa in the square. I’d rather not be anywhere but  Better here than there. Suddenly I’m far from you just Drinking in the sound, Then…

  • Prose

    absolutely Let me love you in poems and caress you with words. I’ll shower you in metaphor, kiss you with consonance, verb you ‘til you moan with delight. We’ll be forever defined by sonnet and embraced by verse. Æthelbehrt would read us and weep, for he could never describe  Our purest love in prose.

  • I Call this Sonnet Gerald

    I yearn to know as much as I can learn A gift, this age is, to a probing mind And one should learn the right things to discern Or else he’s flying blindly—He is blind. In order to expand you have to grow And grow your base of knowledge and of facts. Our brains are…