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In the Valley of Sheep

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(Worlds of Imagination)
Yesterday came and then fled with the light. Over the wet loam I traipsed, as the sun mumbled its last and I imagined myself a giant. My tall shadow curved the trees to gaze upon me, a giant, a small “g” god afoot, a trembling oaf, lacking even a shred of shame or explanation.

My gaping footprint surprised even me as I stomped down into the valley making holes, smiling at my tallness and magnificent clout. Two sheep moved nearer and with a great puff I sent them stumbling away clacking their hooves. My mouth was very pleased with itself.

The red sky knew of my self-seeking delight and erected a storm to fell a naughty ogre. I fled with the sun like a small “g” god will do when it’s found to be mortal and thus untrue. Tomorrow I’ll stride into the valley to view my art; my grotesque house of worship.


© 2011 by mark prime

Gathering Storm (Head-Lines, Friday, April 22nd, 2011)

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IT’S WIN OR DIE FOR LIBYANS IN MISRATA
Permit the predator retain his grimness and the sermon’s be of truth, peace and Love, edges honed of shrapnel, thinned of pride. I must walk barefaced in front of cruelty, tremble not at its weapons. Be alive! Bravery raps at the gate.

AMERICANS HOLD DIM VIEW OF U.S. ECONOMIC RECOVERY
Upon this day all of beauty hasn’t been used, and is ready. The sky remains, and the lord’s of abuse gather their swords to plunge inside green reason, the heart of charity; sun, rain, quake.

MAN DIES AFTER BEING SHOCKED WITH A STUN GUN
Stunned and slack-jawed, death dies long before it’s prepared to leave. It catches up to all of us, lifeless flowers lodged in our gape, etching the soil with a graveness uncalled for.

The eternal skied beams have cause for grief. My kind drafts his fate in delusion strapped to an empty pate.

PLASTIC HEAL THYSELF: SCIENTISTS INVENT SMART POLYMERS
When Alexander Parkes  fled the mortal wind, he left me bound to an untenable inheritance; …

Heaven's Girl (WOMAN)

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(SnapShopUnlimited)
I can dance with heaven’s girl If I promise to have her home by eternity.

If I touch her with ownership, I'll find life a sprint. I can more bring man to his knees than have him admit his every fault.

I can hide the money in the rain barrel… but not until the floods begin.

I can deserve what’s coming to me… by seeking it out.

The last thing the old and brokenhearted dog gave me, before she passed, was an overwhelming sense of satisfaction of me, that, in her last moments I had given her joy.



© 2011 by mark prime

Selfish Rage

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(Fat Fenny) Selfish. Selfish me.

When my rage, like a comet enters in, it burns the lesson inside her view, nature coming to pass.

But why puff at my Love? Radiance did nothing, nor did awe or wonder or beauty or goodness, to deserve my quivering ire?

My bewilderment at the power of Loveas it humbles me, again and again and again.So be it…

Selfish that I stir such darkness in my plea for man that I turn outward! Even now I seek to be released yet again with the same wondrous beauty and innocence that allowed me to enter in the only temple I've ever known, and be humbled yet again.


© 2011 by mark prime