A Treasonous Revolution (2/24/11)

Indiana Official: "Use Live Ammunition" Against Wisconsin Protesters
The barrel’s are hellish red, tenderized flesh,
hanging low like ancient oaks playing Twister,
with limbs unfolded in the leftover light beneath the sleeping feet of clay.

Another Runaway General: Army Deploys Psy-Ops on U.S. Senators
Nothing rings a bell in these cautious days,
from Wisconsin to Cairo, Christchurch to Tehran,
save for the wind puffing warily overhead
or the breathing chest crafted from terror.

Tennessee Bill Dubs Sharia Law ‘Treasonous,’ Would Punish Muslims With 15 Years In Jail
The rumble of thunder’s punishment, happy to swill my dry lips,
a loveless experiment dripping upon the blasted ground,
a laboratory where horror oozes from the earth with the stench of scalded coffee.

It’s Become a Global Revolution: "Egypt Supports Wisconsin Workers"
Within this revolution, I must ask, what of equality, what of Love, what of death?
We march onward, ready to salute peace
as the five-sided affections shudder and charity finds its pulse.

Justices rule for drug makers in vaccine dispute
A wounded vet from Missouri tills the ground and cries out that he’s dying.
Heartache rumbles through his language, I’ll never come back from war.

Florida city loses third police officer in 28 days to shootings
Boom! Boom! Boom!
I must pledge to unite in reason, merge with kindness,
or fold into an empty dread, a loaded weapon, a pale Love.

Qaddafi: I will fight protesters, die a martyr
He’ll go home and cry at his reflection,
I'll go home and sigh of their fortune.
Tomorrow.

Pirates shoot dead four American hostages
I'll learn not to think twice,
learn not to hesitate at profit,
after all,
what’s man to do with all of the leftover murder?

........•SHRIEKING MACHINE•........ •HEAD-LINES• •RIP• ---(“Russian missiles blast Ukrainian military academy and hospital, killing more than 50, officials say”)--- There are no more lessons to learn here, no more beds to hold the human wounded, just missile’s shrieking their grotesque ode, The Death of Humankind! RIP, children of God… ---(“Hundreds attend Mercer Island vigil, march for murdered Israeli hostages”)--- Dear mourners, this is the brutal vacuum of a genocidal, terror-filled, indiscriminate war-machine made of fear and we are all hostages to its deafening roar! RIP, children of God… ---(“10-year-old allegedly confesses to fatally shooting 82-year-old man and his daughter”)--- I must confess, this is part of war’s shrieking, children lost with a we...

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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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Per Plex Ed

PER+PLEX-ED When you haven’t heard the truth in so long, when you do, it rings a most familiar s ong. That’s the human song, the truth rolling out exactly when it should. (If a truth is told and nobody is around to hear it, does it make a sound only to the one that spoke it?) Yes, but our ears aren’t strong enough to hear it. [a perplexed silence] © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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CONFESSION ZERO

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