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Gathering Storm (Head-Lines, Friday, April 22nd, 2011)


IT’S WIN OR DIE FOR LIBYANS IN MISRATA
Permit the predator retain his grimness and the sermon’s be of truth, peace and Love, edges honed of shrapnel, thinned of pride. I must walk barefaced in front of cruelty, tremble not at its weapons. Be alive! Bravery raps at the gate.

AMERICANS HOLD DIM VIEW OF U.S. ECONOMIC RECOVERY
Upon this day all of beauty hasn’t been used, and is ready. The sky remains, and the lord’s of abuse gather their swords to plunge inside green reason, the heart of charity; sun, rain, quake.

MAN DIES AFTER BEING SHOCKED WITH A STUN GUN
Stunned and slack-jawed, death dies long before it’s prepared to leave. It catches up to all of us, lifeless flowers lodged in our gape, etching the soil with a graveness uncalled for.

The eternal skied beams have cause for grief. My kind drafts his fate in delusion strapped to an empty pate.

PLASTIC HEAL THYSELF: SCIENTISTS INVENT SMART POLYMERS
When Alexander Parkes  fled the mortal wind, he left me bound to an untenable inheritance; oil frothing my tongue, thrashing the endless earth with my vast hunger for living forever ...like plastic.


© 2011 by mark prime

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