surreal deal

surreal deal

A Poem by RuseInex

I. surrounded by rusty wealth

entropomorphic glamour

covered in soft dust

in the air

in every nook and cranny

in our lungs

cheap and shallow

thin splendor

less than skin deep

stains our white linens

and yet,

it's

riches and color

when induced in the right combination

have the temporal power to beguile,

to entice the simple

to sell souls

to lose them

to destroy them

devoid of depth,

never really clean

surrounded by perpetual decomposion

ongoing

inexorably


and yet

the glory of creation surrounds us

exceedingly clean

pristine

the untainted areas like the highest peaks

the whitest snow

the cleanest water

the cleanest air

the highest clouds

we have the words of life

sent from the highest domains

the highest reality and perfection


pride blinds

the sun's light is dim

the air below is filled with dust

blue and brown chemical filled air


the marvels of light play,

mystify, incite,

excite the imagination

the intellect is dazzled,

blind and dazed by the stark shock

of the vast sweeping hoardes of squalor

of humanity on the muddy grime of land

on the cursed earth

calcutta writhes in suffering

the cardboard shelters of tijuana

offer no relief of shade


the cloud will be unplugged by immense upheaval

smooth silk and tresses of delicate flesh

are soft,

but hard like jezebel's deceit

it shall scale and dry and flake and die

replaced by fire

the dross vaporized

all things renewed in fervent heat

the melting of the elements themselves

technology will cease to bequile


o man,

today you stand

and primp

and pose for the camera

for the accolades of the populace

though they talk behind your own back

about your nakedness,

though they, are like you

standing without shame

propped by shadows

that are hiding in the mist

moving in dust and grime

that can never be made clean

by any soap

by any wash


though you and they and i

will be interred

organic imperfection

entropy's law

we know the frail brevity

our flesh will rot,

yet you stay

on the path

that leads to destruction of the soul


II. my heart is heavy beyond heavy

how can it?

the terrifying madness be unending?

where is the escape?


i know it's there

how can i convince them it's there?

i have it


how can i give it to them

if they are unwilling

if they are willingly blind


i cannot stand the darkness,

the fallen

the futility

it lays naked and foul


i yield in fear

in helplessness

i believe in you, Lord


riches

manifold paths lead to destruction


the blindness


i yield

i cry

i die in my pain

every day


and so i stand

there's nothing else to do

when i don't understand


and if i don't quite get it

how about them?

forgive us

we don't know what we're doing


there are those that don't even care,

but might if they tried

they'd rather die

than give up their pride

the word from above lies unopened

the book sealed

against all odds

it takes a miracle to open


no curiosity

no desire beyond sports, pornography and self


in the face of of bitterness and resentment i yield

because i have little strength


i flail

i drown

i succomb

my soft, utterly weak flesh

my brothers!


i cast my burden

my heavy burden at your feet

creator God

God of everlasting light and love

God of justice


III

i will find my comfort in my weakness

i will lay my self down in self proclaimed weakness

'cause i have no strength or understanding in myself


i admit

i die to my self


IV

i have the secrets of the ages

your scriptures,

our history,

our inheritance,

our heritage,

our scriptures from above

given by the price

the cost of blood


the book of enoch's

one in tandem with revelation's book

futuristic present unfolding

slow sudden harsh awakening


few care

stocks, sports, pornography, facebook

a million followers

who love likes

deluded

manifold

myriad

monsters in the dark

impenetrable darkness


the elixir of life

so close at hand


i am the light of the world

believe in me and have life

whoever does will never die


i and few others have the secrets of the meaning

when it started,

how it began

where it is and where it will go

available for anyone and all

at the touch of our cyber interfaced fingertips

nothing esoteric about it

just ask

ask the author who has revealed treasure


i have been led to find it

how the age will culminate

how it will transcend to end


the truth

eternal destiny

the glory of God

the lake of fire

or heaven

© 2018 RuseInex


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RuseInex
RuseInex

Fresno, CA



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