CONFESSION ZERO

(Photo via Free Extras ) The angry faces in the crowd shuffled their blistered feet in anticipation, I nodded and said that I loved them each and everyone, the sons and daughters of love. Their rigid faces quickly sagged with disappointment. (They were hoping for a fight.) Their breath, that of displeasure, plummeted through the ready air like a jumper left with little choice but to fly or fall away. I asked them if they’d mind if I smiled upon their grimacing with joy, with a humble delight at their having come at all. I’m your brother. I’m you, you’re me, and we’re all love. They looked perplexed, the fight in them retreating, save for two holdouts who screamed and spit, You’re going to hell! and You’re crazy! Too late, the full and expectant silence melted their wrath from the moist air and the war in them was drenched in peace. © 2011 by mark prime

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 undern...