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Revelation Dreaming

Bleeding on paper Sometimes it just needs to get out, to be written, to bleed onto paper. This poem bled onto paper after a vivid dream!

Dream or Warning. Reality or Fantasy.

Have you ever awaken from a dream that leaves you in shock, shaken, and still mentally there? It replays over and over again, your own questions echoing in your head. Sometimes there is no answer or explanation and sometimes, the answer was there the whole time.

Have you ever had a dream that leaves you in a daze all day, sometimes even longer? Have you ever asked yourself was that a dream, a memory, a warning, a vision, or all imagined.

This dream was such for me, a dream I could not shake. So, I did the only thing I could do. I grabbed pen and paper, and scribbled down the words burning inside.

Determine for yourself Dear Reader, the meaning.....

The Fall of the Rebel Angels

The Fall of the Rebel Angels Frans Floris I , 1554 Royal Museum of Fine Arts, Antwerp

The Fall of the Rebel Angels Frans Floris I , 1554 Royal Museum of Fine Arts, Antwerp

The Dream

I feel myself wavering

Caught in a tug of war

A battle of wits

A score to settle all scores


In the beginning of a world war

I know what is in store

My human heart trembles

My spirit body says

Do not be afraid

Do not fear

Though the end is near

Here is not here


Let my fingers do your bidding

Let my words write to inform

This world is bendable

This world is under form


Formation new

Formation old

Toss it out

Like toxic mold


We can not be ready

We can not prepare


Not here

Not there

Not anywhere


I cry, I pray

I beg and plead

Why must so many bleed


Then I hear a voice say

I'm sorry it must happen this way


For things to be new

On heaven and earth

There first must come

Cleansing and rebirth


In one final, fighting shudder

My eyes grow heavy

I drift in slumber







© 2018 Ashly Christen

Comments

Adam Mason from Melbourne, Australia on November 20, 2018:

Nice, sounds like the dream or whatever it was was telling you that it works out in the end even if it doesn't make human sense.

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on November 19, 2018:

I used to write down my dreams but not anymore. Wonderful poem describing your vivid dream.

LeeSpee on November 19, 2018:

I have most definitely experienced dreams that stick with me like that.

Well written!