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Cautionary Tales (Head-Lines - Friday, May 20th)

(Hadron Collider from engadget)

Was Roswell 'Flying Saucer' Mystery a Soviet Plot?
There are limits to a thickening plot even where aliens rise.

Their skin had my attention as it glided by my befuddled gaze, passed by in solemnity, large eyes, without panic. They landed with a warning, a kind message for a self-destructing world.

Doomsdays: Dubious and Deferred
The endurance of the tick tock grumbles near me, marking off a cautionary demise. Three, two… One minute out. The racket of the car horn, the driver crashing fists through time.

Mummy Had Earliest Case of Heart Disease
Kings wrapped in golden hearts called out to sleepy sentinels nodding their walk along the turret, “Be vigilant! Protect your king!”

Silence…

Syrian troops 'kill 30 protesters after Friday prayers’
Love untaken still floats with fondness. Lethal bullets pierce proper affections. Prayers not flown, sink in sorrow. Murder given away flies deeper.

Israel's Netanyahu rejects Obama proposal on borders
Proposals are meant to be broken like the glass that holds the ax. They know rejection more than I. Desire. Dread. Deceit. Genocide.


© 2011 by mark prime

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