I HOPED (The 14th Violent Verse)

Oh how I wanted playful love today.
I wanted mommy and daddy to play with me
And brush my hair and we’d all giggle,
Not this lesion of unkind words.

As the whole host of whirling wheels
Speed down the unfeeling interstate
Like androids on their way to get oiled
Or assimilated into a new family,
I'd hoped our day would be lovely
And we’d all go on a picnic at the lake
Or daddy would win me a big pink giraffe,
Or mommy would buy us matching dresses,
So when it was quiet, she and I could
Pretend that we were happy drinking tea
From tiny little teacups.
Maybe it’d start raining
And we’d be laughing so loud
We wouldn’t even notice.

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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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CONFESSION ZERO

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