I had a dream

Have you ever dreamed that you were once someone else?

I closed my mind and awakened my third eye
as I dreamed of a place from deep within me
It was a dark existence for anyone looking in
my absolute light equates to relative darkness

Silence draped over my face as if I was dead
absent of motion, time suspended into space
flesh fell from bones, like shackles from walls
and my soul was freed to roam the Universe

God had a conversation with me with no one to intercede
no priest or ministers allowed in this dream
She spoke clearly about love and fear
what we feel is from one or the other, you see

"What do you love most?" she asked
as blue crimson swirled air into lungs
my muse squeezed my hand tight
and my eyes opened to the beauty of this land
mountains that soared through clouds
the valleys that carved into ground
winds that blew awakened my skin
animals that I once named as a game
and Woman the yin of my yang

her external beauty was a spear without tip
and she bluntly caved my chest in
exquisite was her insides
emotions so rich it filled mine
and through her I found human love
it was her mind that pierced my heart
and I bleed in tones of crimson red

it was then that I felt fear set in
anger gripped my wrist
forcing my muse back in
I closed my eyes to total darkness
silence draped my face as if I was dead
I choked on the fruit I ate

"What do you fear most?" she asked
as the boy who pretended to be her
dressed up as Satan a mystical bible verse
Poetic Justice has touched my thoughts
as gray smoke swirled into lungs
I stood alone with no Muse to hold
tried to hide in the darkness of my mind
but my eyes open to the blackest of hearts
revenge reigned just behind fear
Women and Men battled over perceived control
Matriarch, Patriarch, our government unfolds
religion replaced spirituality and common sense
our filthy souls worshiped idols, like...
paper money and precious gold
lust and passion over love
consumption of Oil our Earth's blood
pain and suffering over good will
I fear what Man's knowledge has done
my flesh has poisoned my love
but what I fear most
I hide in my heart

I may love myself
more than anything else
and this is why I feel separated
from the Goddess who created me

Who am I you wonder?
Why, I am Adam the first human
and I loved God before I ever loved Eve
It is my flesh that betrayed me

Author's Note

This poem story didn't start out as a poem about Adam and Eve but my Muse took over so it may need some editing. I am posting as it was given to me. And to my friend I hope you see the special dedication in this one to you.

Reviews

[Sweet & Tender Hooligan]

You use really well some interesting and lovely wording and your imagery is thought provoking. You have a inner and universal understanding and language. its a interesting approach on the struggles of self, love and belief. Some parts stray but other than that this is written well and a thought provoking read.

[Revolutionary]

This is much different than you usually write.I step out of the norm alot but you leaped out.I love the way god is a woman and you are adam.The poemstory is well ritten and I like your touch on the question of fear.I fear many of the same things.I guess it is a collective fear

[Patches I'm not so new..]

I liked this very much Have I ever dreamed that I was someone else, you ask? No But I know for a fact that I have lived other lives and that God is indeed a woman Why do Im think so? Because women 'create" life and God is a creator. Look at the "old religion" the relegion of the Celts, of the majority of the "hunter Gatherer tribes by and large they worshiped the "Mother Goddess" The "great Mother" The Greeks worshiped Demeter and Persephone. When males, jealious of the godess' power changed the gender of the diety s/he became a war god a god of destruction not of life and living and today the world suffers for it.

[Nothing Personal]

I can see how you got carried away with this poem..That is indeed one of the purposes of poetry. I have an esteemed friend who says "Pre writing is for punk asses". Anyways, its a Stream of consciousness following for me..How it started with your inner eye, followed by astral projection, breathlessness, ethereal beauty, grandeur and self accomplishment, feeling of despair, reasoning it out perfectly..And finally the ultimate excuse..The language is so good, so are the ideas..I really liked what I read here.. To you with editing thoughts in mind, this is complete and very fulfilling..Well done,

[Octob3r Star]

Very Nice

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

what a beautifully told poetic tale~self and universal awareness mingled in a most thoughtful way~ the scales here balanced perfectly between the ever light and dark~

[SarahCortland]

great job and it could be short and still be a story all poems tell a story but either way great job and im curious how did you intend for it to start. Its great!

[Ladysue]

oh one never can tell where the muse will end up...I thought this was an awesome piece of writing...raw, great images and thought provoking...and excellent piece of writing...

[Valentine]

As a Christian who serves the risen Savior..Jesus Christ it is hard for me to picture God as female..Otherwise many parts of your work are very interesting..Valentine

[KAREN]

Very created and wonderful imagery! Can I borrow you muse? Excellent job!!

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

LOVE the imagery you put in this poem. It was so well written!