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The Creation (Head-Line Poetry)

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U.S. Army to Deploy Robo Jeeps
The next couple of years are going to be rough, said the man I just met.
I almost said everything’s going to be okay, but opted to deploy silence instead.

The man and I parted ways with a mutual gravity of the unspoken…

Forces in Afghanistan kill militants involved in downing of copter
Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!

Death has come with teeth this time! It growled, it shrieked, it lunged forth with the broken teeth of the last heap…

O when will I begin to see that my spleen has turned on me. Its hard shell, without breath, has come with weary worn legs and whirling minds, man as marionette.

Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!

Death has come…

Most Americans believe U.S. on wrong track: poll
USA! USA! USA!
How long am I going to wait before I open my eyes to more than myself?

Life’s track circles the globe and mounts its painting upon the primitive easel and upon the museum of skies, edges made of living dust, floors of rock, ceilings of air; the mystery of Love and Home…

Rapes, attacks up against Somalis fleeing famine
O Creation! End this my misery! Bring your thunder and wind strafing all the uses of war! Do not hold back, not until all of war is vanquished, all murder is itself murdered, all rape collapses in on its own useless scratch, all famine’s wiped from this worthless memory!

O Creation! It is now or never, forever and ever on end.

Love or die…

Stock markets fall again as bank shares tumble
The love of money is no different than the perpetual want of it.
Madman! What did he say?
The love of money is no different than the incessant need of it.
Insanity! What’d that fool declare?
The love of money is no different than the constant constraint of it.
That’s madness! Money makes the world go round!
The breath of creation makes the world go round, money brings it all crashing down and I wade through the muck without joy, without Love, without…


© 2011 by mark prime
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