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Defuse and Disengage (Head-Lines)


Japan to Set Up New Nuclear Watchdog
More than two-thirds of Japan's 54 reactors are still offline and undergoing safety checks.

Defuse and disengage man’s assured ruin with a fearless serenity.

Am I not required to love all and serve my home with the same resolute affection, if I do not, let me finish it quickly, end my ill-conceived worship with the least amount of misery, drain creation’s nectar of love, dissolve my anguish forevermore.

Would U.S. police have done better in London?
That question must have come from sallow lips, sputtering in the dank air of summer’s burnt leaves bowing too early upon the sacred ground. “Better” is a word man should never utter, unless he’s speaking of love. It can only curl up with affection when the worst of man- pride, cruelty, vengeance and hopelessness- are humbled without end.

U.S. denies report alleging drone strikes kill 160 kids in Pakistan
Boom, Boom, Boom goes the bomb, wailed the children with shattered lips lying underneath the blotted sun. Love! Love! Love! Bring love booming without agony, without death. 160 shards of loveblooms. 160 shells of peace. 160 shrapnels of joy. 160 portions of worship. 160 drones of affection. 160 hearts thumped their last. 160 minds changed. 160 mouths no more in laughter. 160 leftover innocents. 160 divine loves. Boom, wailed the thief! Love, wailed the children!  320 hands no more in prayer. Limbs left to quiver. 320 tender eyes ever closed. Boom, wailed the thief! Boom, wailed the thief!  Let me wail love 320 times each day, howl until I too am leftover pieces. Boom, wailed the thief! Love, wailed the children!


© 2011 by mark prime

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