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World Love (Tuesday Nov. 29th, 2011 Head-Lines)


iPhone Combusts Mid-flight
End-flight,
we seem to begin once again to see ourselves as we were meant to be. Love.

Occupy LA asking court to stop eviction
End your madness, Humans!
It is not Love you seek, it is self.
What is humankind’s intended purpose… as our minds bend Love into our monstrous machination?

Fort Smith Homeless Shelters See Rising Need
End your idleness bowing to corporeal idols, instead, bow to what you know, not what you can squander greedily from Love. Love is not to be parsed. Love is to let flow, beneath the wings of her swims more Love.

Oh! Love has our peace!

End your warring for that which you cannot possess. End your hostility. End your stupidity run amok…

American Airlines files for bankruptcy
The skies were empty of metal birds and hell’s machinery. The mountains could finally sleep without all of that noise. Silence, it seemed, fell upon the gleaming and beautiful eartH. The Grandmother was pleased that life could now breathe, and with it, Love.

Norway killer is declared insane
What is insane, really?

Is it not your own wit’s madness merely overruling another?

Look beneath your feet…


© 2011 by mark prime


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