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Posted by Mark R. Prime people on Feb 28, 2009
"To the missiles chattering beam!" we bow. “O! To bombs dropping from heaven!” we bend. Such folly brings laughter and joyful eruptions from the winking throng of toadies (and the dead).
“To green and surrendering grace!” we groan. “O! To these foolish breasts adhere!” we drone. We begin to assemble loyal cities from under the rubble and erect love and honor of smoldering metal and bone.
“To our savior’s craft, give worship!” we entreat. “O! To metal-souls, children's breath!” we shriek. We carefully situate fingers and toes for bridges and roads leaving the best of the human frame for soaring metaphors.
“To leaders of machinery, give praise!” we beg. “O! To brazen chops, living’s wonderment!” we grant. We heave tanks and jets to fly over enemies of existence and, weeping, we shed the masks that veil our disgrace.
Lay the war down, set it beneath the ground, do not pick it up again, lay the war down.
Lay the war down to it’s gravelly trough, left low forevermore, lay the war down.
Lay the war down, bury it under heavy clay and beneath massive rock, lay the war down.
Lay the war down suffocate its panting rage cut off its bloody head, leave it evermore.
Lay the war down forever without sound silent of its horrid screech, leave it underground.
O! Lay the war down!
Posted by Mark R. Prime head-lines on Feb 24, 2009
Posted by Mark R. Prime head-lines on Feb 20, 2009
Paper apologizes over Obama cartoon
The shooting of slack-uttered reason, the silent image of bullet-hole bigotry for what the truth is, and its color and love and their view of racism, and adoration of animal, and to cry and to breathe and to die, they do not know, they do not care to know, but we do… and we’re ready for the task; hoping for its whirling beast to drown.
Nato 'can't allow Afghan failure'
The futile bay of hounds in the sand and the valley, in the mountains and the sky, do we wait for its fading so we might fall off contented?
Nearly 5 million Americans drawing jobless benefits
It is huge inside of this; emptiness, penniless, hapless marching alongside the people in their tattered forms. Tall and razor-edged, rainbows of wretchedness. In this dark flood it weeps to scream and work again.
Killer of Va. Officer Is Executed
Bellow and wail in the wood, cry and shudder in the air, the hideous eye of an eye, looks back at us.
Racial Profiling Latinos and Latino Prison Sentences!
They bring them desert moons of transient songs that rattle the teeth of guavas and makes a church in the serpents tail.
Posted by Mark R. Prime head-lines on Feb 16, 2009
This Week: In Memoriam
To the vast red glow that strikes the solemn stones we are destined to turn our consideration. They seem more like warnings than flesh and bone.
Crash plane 'dropped in seconds'
Behind the story, like the panicked thump of the heart, comes the expected statistics- numbers, velocity, cause. This comes as no comfort to those who've yet to fall.
Japan economy in biggest dive since 1974
The rumbling shorelines are coupled by the seas and the waters are joined in their long and joyous swill. We are slow to see ourselves in these realities.
In a Likely Obama Pick, Some Find Hope for a Shift in Drug Policy
“Drug”, like “war”, has such a piteous and putrid sound. Perhaps we should not fasten the two together like we do; “War on drugs”, “drug war”, too often they’re waged against an erroneous foe.
Guantanamo Cases' Fate Must Be Determined
As the truth’s of the air are everyone’s so are the fates awaiting their paths to follow. But the lie’s of the air that shackled men there; these have yet to speak.
Russians Mark Anniversary Of Afghan War's End
I speak of the tongues of a past suffering and defeat; a fiery dragon beaten back with sticks and stones, something’s left there- breathing, planning… ready.
Posted by Mark R. Prime head-lines on Feb 8, 2009
Obama: Stimulus bill far from perfect
But no one wants a flawless crown dangling over the heads of state, reflecting off the Aquia sandstone- our leaders are blind enough as it is.
Biden vows break with Bush era foreign policy
The shoreline cinders of hell fiercely glow along the path of the departed band of thieves who look back hoping for a revival of their deeds. (O! If only they’d the eyes to observe such agony!)
Baby boy savaged to death by family dogs
‘The baby is dead! He is dead!’ She screeched to heaven which faintly glowed in her mind. There the dogs shadowed winged beasts over the corpse strewn streets of war.
Australian bushfires death toll hits 35
Ravaging, pitching, unyielding, the fires crouched upon the land like a hungry lion in the brush, where numbers mean nothing.
We see ourselves here in the great gleam, not adrift, but navigating our dazzling craft. In truth, we’re simply plotting our course.