Days of Rest

Days of Rest

A Poem by RuseInex
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Human yearnings, prophetic outcomes

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a day of rest is coming, it will be here
as sure as tomorrow’s coming
now is filled with trouble
flat tire, rent’s due, you’re short on cash
lost a tooth, lost a friend, lost joy
bad news, bad boss, bad thoughts
a day of rest is coming
last a thousand years then slip into forever
not the Reich’s promised 1000 years of war
deceits, violence ’n murder
crumbled ruins, rotting corpses, skeletal spectres
not broken promises of peace on brinks of wars
a day of rest is coming
not a mark of slavery tattooed on arm or forehead
allegiance to mind control ’n rebellion, worship of It
ruthless powerful dude, cloaked in peace’s attire demanding your mind ’n soul
same snake on Aztec pyramids, monuments throughout Earth
same one in the garden ancients ago
same actor in paradise lost, same liar
walking death, famines, meteor strikes, nuclear devastation
a day of rest is coming
no more working from sweat of brow,
for a slice of Les Miserables Bread,
no more putting up with scammers, taggers, shooters
persecutors at your job, talking smack just ’cause you’re there
boss man talking at your face calm, 
telepathically screaming at you 
saying you’re doing a good job
then writes: you’re wrong, on your evaluation
you put up with it ’cause you love your kids
(you’re a hero)
a day of rest is coming
wrong will be right
right will shine everywhere with 
the light of a million quasars
not far away in light of millennia
it’ll light up dazzlingly, spectacularly, iridescently,
(no smoke and mirrors),
brightly real, not surreal
shadows dimmed disappeared
Boogey man and his friends: 
Killer Clowns, Slenderman, Mothman, La Llorona,
Lex Luthor, and such
gone
new day will dawn after the storm
new day, you’ll meet Luther King
and others like him
you won’t recognize your face,
then you’ll know
it’ll be perfectly beautiful, just like you
kids playing just outside snake’s den
lions laying down with lambs,
no hunter goin’ after ’em with a bull elephant gun
no alarm system on your home,
no camera’s watching your every move,
no “you must appear in court; in red; in the mail,”
no identity theft gizmos, fish eye mirrors, checkpoints
purse searches, purse snatchers
gone
day of rest is coming
after the storm
as sure as east and west
high and low
lie and truth,
heat and cold, pain and hurt
love and hate,
life and death
is now

© 2015 RuseInex


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RuseInex
RuseInex

Fresno, CA



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I was born in obscurity Outside a small country town’s limits In a plank shack I kept a few memories That come into my head That i still carry around That i visit now and then The dust .. more..

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