14th September Song

They're inching near my folded arms.
What am I to do?
What am I to think
when their dream becomes tattered,
When their hope lives so near mine
and mine's alive
and theirs is writhing on the ground,
young and old, emptied of food for consideration,
stretched out, ready to stiffen of winter's march?

O! The growl will not lessen!
The din of barrenness augments its dreadful noise!
I know the thrum striking at madness-
the thrum, thrum, thrum, thrum, thrum, thrum,
it shakes the refrain of humankind.

These hungry sounds are moving upon my back.
Hunger stands open-mouthed at my feet.

Will I deny it, unbelieving in my own,
my own hunger licking at my toes?
I wake to the noise.
Shudder.
Believe.

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sdrawkcaB nruT (Turn Backwards)

I have been witness to the four pillars and see no reason to carry death there. Doesn’t the world know that life moves for more than just the sons of Abraham? O! I see the stunned throats floating by in the dusk to their stiff-limbed sleep as metal rains down over the Jordan’s western prophet, children dying there. I am here, waiting, breathing in the dusk under the shadow of the patriarch, asking, can we again build the shrine inside the soul and leave our flesh to time? © 2008 mrp/thepoetryman

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SKYFALL

Skyfall... We continue to play along with an unnatural game that has serious consequences, soon we'll find ourselves enslaved without recourse to the system. (Is that true of local charades?) Yes. (Why can't we free ourselves from the system?) The madness of money. (It's not money, it's people, right?) It's both, money and us in tandem, thus assuring money's might and our adherance to its loudness. (Madness...) Indeed. © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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THE ROCK HOLDS

The rock holds the soil in and from the soil springs the tree, the green of LIFE rolling from the blue, rising to the occasion of itself. . “Be!”, the (H)eartH declares, “Be what you are!” . (We thought we were!) . (We think we are!) . “You are, but not freely, therefore, only a thought, and a thought without much thinking, as if you were scared into it.”, the (H)eartH added. . [a quietude begins, the truth being heard and heeded, grooving to the flow] ~ © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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