CONFESSION ZERO

November is COPD Awareness month My breath is of the one seed. What I have gleaned in my days, along my path and reach I’ve held dear, above the battle and scarlet storm, before the arrogant slaughter of even one? With dis-ease running rampant along the highway, upon the soil with its talons of greed, I must implore that we consider our severed state, heed the termination imprinted on our face. I oppose the massacre of truth and stand at the ready with the withering grass and vanishing trees that smile underfoot and laugh overhead, my breath dances as my heart sings for thee, crooning for your love and your joy to raise their lips up in solitary prayer, this wish; an end to warring with our dis-ease. Oh! Let our lips concur! Let our mouths form love! Under stars and upon the ground, let our speckled language carry the brilliant truth! From shore to shore… let it be believed... © 2010 by mark prime New DVD for COPD Boosts Oxygen Saturation COPD International

November is Pancreatic Cancer Awareness Month Amid the hordes of seekers with their worn out faces and torn down spaces, I look for us to smile like the moon, howling down on the rest, gangs of madmen and whores frowning a desperation like executioners making love to lethal injections, death’s liquid pill boiling in the needle, staring down upon me, staring down. Tell me, God, why the sour expression? Have my prayers made an impression? The pleas in which I seek affection are the only prayers I know. Those that seek destruction, scrape the fetid edge nearer the wrist, are winter’s blade offering up the dead. It stretches over me like an angler’s net, like a curtain coming down about me, falling down around me, falling down. Here among the seekers, with their careworn faces and rundown places, lays a hopeful voice, praying that words avoid bombs. Am I too late? Have I lost the sunrise to the noise? Have my lips been broken by the fist inside your love? Have your lips been broken