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Amusement, Love (Head-Lines 1/22/11)

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Obama to Press Centrist Agenda in His Address
I’m amused by the way we daydream. Attention warriors and peacemakers all, if, at the center of goodness, swims a green peace nearest your belief, love.

Search continues for boy swiped from grandmother's arms
Oh return our child to his affection, his shroud of grandmother, his love within her grasp. The boy’s gone from her sight, yet not from her seeking.

Documents raise questions on treatment of detainees
Where our skins have grown slack of their grave use, where love’s fallen short of it’s ascending worship, where glee’s shell game has duped both of our hands- words cannot bring mankind a superman…

Incumbent Senators Weigh Options
Our fear is that choice is but illusion, that daydream’s drain away truth leaving hope to comfort man’s failing.



© 2010 by mark prime

Cruelty, You Know Me (Head-Lines 1/19/11)

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Former Haitian Dictator to Face Charges
Their hands of kindness have been tightly bound, barbed wire scraping at the flesh of love. Run away, Mr. Duvalier, your hands are much too tender for such affection.

Vatican Warned Bishops Not to Report Child Abuse
Yes, we’ve known. It’s not invention, it is anguish recognizing itself; monstrous sins hiding under a cassock with amaranth trim.

Giffords's husband says she recognizes him
You know me. My hands hold your hands. My prayers speak your name. My love loves your love.
You know me.

Eric Fuller, Shooting Victim Arrested Due To Outburst at ABC Meeting
You really don’t know me. My blood ran over your care. My fears shook your restraint. My wounds were your wounds. You really don’t know me.


© 2011 by mark prime

At That Moment...

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(Ben Heine Art) I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality... I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word. __Martin Luther King, Jr.

It was at that moment that the poets observed the famished ertH; a sight worth sharing, peace and brotherhood, the revolutionaries of humankind making their way, stepping to the dream of freedom.

If a person hasn't discovered something that they will die for, they haven’t begun to live.

Now spirit up your voice stewards! Remember your plea to the heavens, recall the days of sacrifice and chains, never let slip their lessons. We’ve heard them spoken time and again; words radiating a sky of courage residing within the divine rights of all life; a hunger to be esteemed and always free.

They cannot erase our fingerprints. They may shackle and beat our flesh, but they cannot cage our col…