What now my man?

What now my man?

A Poem by RuseInex

i wheeled on to the prairie
i remembered walking through here
being chased and chasing predators
for who’s prize the game would be
with stones and sticks
for weapons back then

my memory is vague
to the times giant reptiles ran across earth
when the humanoid giants
progeny of the fallen ones,
rebellious angels bred with my kin
left their stain

i walked this land
and now i’ve built structures
below and above
that hide the stars
and the running streams of melted water
from the great snowy heights above
far above this temperate land
to the coldest places
where few have walked
high above those zones

to see the clouds below
like billowy stepping stones
set in floating lakes of blue
above the brown and green of land
in the valleys below

i have closed these beauties
with the roof of my great edifices
built for every purpose
to keep out the rain and snow
to shield me from the hurling winds
that have ravaged and destroyed my structures
with their uncontainable rage
their twisting forces split to smithereens
anything and everything in their path

because of them
i've closed the sky above

technology came
hand in hand with mind
and gave me shelter
and comfort and rest
and time to think
and plan for more
and more
‘til there is no end
no limit to what i can do
and will do
as i ride upon her back

and now as i walk
i forget the stars above
i cannot feel the gentle breeze
the gentle side of the wild winds

i no longer feel her
within the walls i’ve built

the rocks and pebbles no longer hurt my feet
they no longer wander as before
but to the nearest coffee shop or store
my feet are plush with softness
not filled with dirt and blisters
as clean as are my hands and skin

the scent of flowers is replaced
i smell the ozone in its place

and now i wish,
if i could,
i’d find a shelter for my mind
there is no lasting peace

at every turn
in every direction
i look to stare and contemplate
i try to find a way
a way of shelter
a kind of rest

i take my technology as it grows
hungrily eat her more and more each day
and look to cern's hadron collider
to plumb the depths of the universe
its purpose and mine
i have no time for roses

the earth trembles and cracks
it shakes
as the particles i’ve unleashed
fly at boggling speeds

and i wonder
my curiosity replaces all fear
maybe i will find a way
to ease my troubled mind
and take more dangerous risks
nearer to the speed of light
break through the curtain
and perhaps find
meaning on the other side

a ragged thought unbridled comes
disturbs my innermost senses
the raging beasts that i have tamed
the shelters i have built
that are destroyed by the whims of nature
what will be the means of this collider,
this particle accelerator
will it be like babel's tower
when it catches up with me?
ending deep under iraqi sands
or like atlantis
hidden 'neath atlantic depths?

my history goes back eons
to the end of those golden ages,
i recall
those pre adamic times,
all gone

what would it be like to feel again
the urge is great yet vague
like a pervasive dream divine

i wonder what it would be like to
remember
what was it like to walk with God?

not with gods,
who interloped and do still
who left their own estate
illegally entered mine
those vile and despicable liars,
great in power beyond mine,
rebels,
rapists,
murderers
invisible demons who crave
my worship and my soul

i've learned much over the span of time
how would it feel
to know and worship
the real God?
the infinite
the almighty
the one of the Bible
the one God of love
i remember now
walking in the garden with him
so long ago
as i wheel myself off the prairie and fly

© 2018 RuseInex


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RuseInex
RuseInex

Fresno, CA



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