[In Dreamt Dissonance Numb]s Possession (Draft 1)

By andray nelson Dreams Dreamts serenity submissed of a fragments tip so fragile Of solitude-stills fathoms subdued by lifes lips quite agile So while this be the lisp of a silence be its tragic To Chance Of a memorys could have whims would have beens Now nothing more than fables in a perceived magic Through the tension of secrecys known unknowns implodes the ink that writes my future For til the next, if any, love-path crossed, Loves Paradigm will not align: This rights my future, To the Woe of Her Mute her in mine to fade her into his About One last; Embarks your romance hithers in my Loves wither, in so reverts to the retro-thoughts, for in hues I live them out But what memories do I have to cherish in a realms blind Deviant from the mind For in time shall find the beauty dined not in the illusion of alluring physicality UnEmbedded so in binds of mainstream vanity For the glance belongs to the common plenty, Stumbles along shores of many Fallen for the likes of some But my all to none but my all to One

ERN
Terrible. Just, terrible. I wrote this poem a while back, and I am so unhappy with it at all. I remember what some lines mean, but most of it is junk sadly. It is too scattered-brained. It seemed as if I was trying to hard. I am looking forward to scraping it and seeing what I can come up with.

[In a Dreams Dreamt]s Possession (Draft 2)

Why is it that we seem to dream such dreams of souls God has distance us from for a reason? Trying to make an eternity out of a season, stretching a mile of hurt until our ignorance fades just before the pain. Why is it that we try to take our will into our own

hands, dismissing his without a thought? Do we have more provision than our Alpha? Why is it that we find ourselves worshipping the created over the creator?

ERN
So, I tried to keep the pencil moving as you taught us to, and this is the resultant. I took a totally different approach by writing in a prose, plain manner to show the duality between what I feel and what I know deep down inside. I am questioning my actions with the quote in mind, If you know better, you do better. This will be a good, straightforward introspective piece that will add to the braid of the collection of poems.

Why Is it So? (Draft 3)

Why is it that we seem to dream such dreams of souls God has distanced us from for a reason? Trying to make an eternity out of a season, stretching a mile of hurt until our ignorance fades just before the pain. Why is it that we try to take our will into our own hands, dismissing his without a thought? Do we have more provision than our Alpha? Why is it that we find ourselves worshipping the created over the Creator, but it is not until we reflect in the future that we say, As I look back on my life, I realize that every tie I thought I was being rejected from something Good, I was actually being re-directed to something better. Yet, the cycle never ends, and we continue to put ourselves through unnecessary pain necessary to our growth.

ERN
So I was on instagram tonight, and this is probably the quote that inspired the redirection of this whole poem. As I look back on my life, I realize that every tie I thought I was being rejected from something Good, I was actually being re-directed to

something better. It had me thinking for a while, and so I added it in hopes that it would cause others to think to. I am continually adding to this poem, but I a fear that it will go in the direction of babbling questions, even though these are true questions I ask myself. I happened to change the title because it fits the mantra more. I didnt want the poem to try to live up to the previous title, because it may steer my thoughts aggressively rather than allowing them to breed freely.

Why Is it So? (Draft 4)

Why is it that we seem to dream such dreams of souls God has distanced us from for a reason? Trying to make an eternity out of a season, stretching a mile of hurt until our ignorance fades just before the pain. Why is it that we try to take our will into our own hands, dismissing his without a thought? Do we have more provision than our Alpha? Why is it that we find ourselves worshipping the created over the Creator, but it is not until we reflect in the future that we say, As I look back on my life, I realize that every tie I thought I was being rejected from something Good, I was actually being re-directed to something better. Yet, the cycle never ends, and we continue to put ourselves through unnecessary pain necessary to our growth. It is said that Whenever God says No, He is protecting you, but I never seem to hear His voice, and I shun my conscience even though I know it is Him. I would love to know the Masters plan, but I know I am not entitled to know in the now, and that I should have faith that his provision is the best suited for me, but my flesh cannot help but to question whose lips I will wake up by for the rest of my life. Is it possible that I can worship the thought of something over the sought, the chase over the caught?

ERN
The part that I added on spawns from two thoughts. I remember an old sermon I heard, where the pastor said, It is not up to use to know what the future holds. Sometimes we do not know what will grow from a seed, so all we are responsible for doing is planting it and watch it grow, or something like that Lol. Two, I can remember instances where I seemed to be more interested in the pursuit of something than the thing sought out, and once I obtained it, it wasnt as appealing a I thought it would be, and I think a lot of

people experience that epiphany at least once in their life, so I thought I would ad that in so the reader could say, Oh ya, I know exactly what he means!; something relatable. All I find myself doing now is expanding. I know it might not be the best work of literature I have to offer, but I want this to be raw thoughts.

Why Is it So? (Draft 5)

Why is it that we seem to dream such dreams of souls God has distanced us from for a reason? Trying to make an eternity out of a season, stretching a mile of hurt until our ignorance fades just before the pain. Why is it that we try to take our will into our own hands, dismissing his without a thought? Do we have more provision than our Alpha? Why is it that we find ourselves worshipping the created over the Creator, but it is not until we reflect in the future that we say, As I look back on my life, I realize that every tie I thought I was being rejected from something Good, I was actually being re-directed to something better. Yet, the cycle never ends, and we continue to put ourselves through unnecessary pain necessary to our growth. It is said that Whenever God says No, He is protecting you, but I never seem to hear His voice, and I shun my conscience even though I know it is Him. I would love to know the Masters plan, but I know I am not entitled to know in the now, and that I should have faith that his provision is the best suited for me, but my flesh cannot help but to question whose lips I will wake up by for the rest of my life. Is it possible that I can worship the thought of something over the sought, the chase over the caught? Have you ever found yourself saying things that you had no reason why you were saying them? As if your spirit, your conscience was verbally bleeding and you couldnt help but exist hopelessly and listen? Feelings you never knew you felt? Emotions that you never knew dwelt in the back of your mind?

ERN
In this sector, I wanted to involve the reader more by asking them direct, strange questions that they dont really think about, focusing more on the individual than us as a

unit. Where did I come up with this part you ask? Well, I use to find myself saying, Im sorry, randomly in the past for no apparent reason. Later on I found out that I felt guilty for something I did in the past, and it wasnt until I forgave myself and received closure was I able to stop saying sorry. Anywho, I feel as if it is turning into psychobabble, but I then wonder if there is a proper way to utilize such a negative aspect of poetry. Is there such a way to tame it?

Why Is it So? (Draft 6)

Why is it that we seem to dream such dreams of souls God has distanced us from for a reason? Trying to make an eternity out of a season, stretching a mile of hurt until our ignorance fades just before the pain. Why is it that we try to take our will into our own hands, dismissing his without a thought? Do we have more provision than our Alpha? Why is it that we find ourselves worshipping the created over the Creator, but it is not until we reflect in the future that we say, As I look back on my life, I realize that every tie I thought I was being rejected from something Good, I was actually being re-directed to something better. Yet, the cycle never ends, and we continue to put ourselves through unnecessary pain necessary to our growth. It is said that Whenever God says No, He is protecting you, but I never seem to hear His voice, and I shun my conscience even though I know it is Him. I would love to know the Masters plan, but I know I am not entitled to know in the now, and that I should have faith that his provision is the best suited for me, but my flesh cannot help but to question whose lips I will wake up by for the rest of my life. Is it

possible that I can worship the thought of something over the sought, the chase over the caught? Have you ever found yourself saying things that you had no reason why you were saying them? As if your spirit, your conscience was verbally bleeding and you couldnt help but exist hopelessly and listen? Feelings you never knew you felt? Emotions that you never knew dwelt in the back of your mind? There are so many wonders of the world that one cannot even phathom, which leads me to question if we should seek answers for all our question of why a thing is so, in hopes to quench our curiosity.

ERN
I decided to wrap up the poem to be safe. I might feel differently about the raw sound of the poem in the coming weeks, in which I will revisit them and revise where needed, but all in all, I think this would be a great transition poem to have in the braid.