CONFESSION ZERO

(Photo by Michelle, my lovely love.)
(35 killed in series of attacks across Iraq)
The (nightmare) train again arrives at the corners of my mouth, my lips of joy giving way to rage, shackled and then forced to bow to the scourge of Love.

Too late.

The rescue was at dawn. I tumbled in like a circus clown, my red and white wig shaking with laughter.


Laughing with abandonment's never a good thing, unless you’re merely laughing and not trying to deceive the whole of life, water, forest, air, animal (me), Love, all of existence…

The train again arrives at the corners of my mouth, my lips of joy giving way to rage, shackled and then forced to bow to the scourge of Love.

I should consider what I ask of myself as my cheerless and deceitful face dives deep, only to rise with arms flailing into a fraudulent concoction of Heaven leaning against the pillar of Love’s wet glee.

I'm steering this train! My mind should bend around my beliefs, see them from the other side before I find myself pus…

(Discovery News)
Will The Space Station Be Abandoned?

Abandon greed before I soar aloft. Abandon war before I fly away. Abandon cruelty before I inhabit space. Abandon all indifference before I drill for reserves in outer space. Abandon my foolish pride, my loveless hands, and my fear. Discard the least of me, the least of me, the opposite of Love.

Embrace Love and life like it’s a precious child in harms way. Embrace The Mother, The Grandmother, The Great Grandmother, eartH, like she’s my mother, my father, my family, my precious belief. If not, fear wins. I defeat the suspicions I manifest with the fears I believe.

I must believe in my home, temporary as it may be in the flesh.


© 2011 by mark prime

(Photo by Michelle, my lovely love)
Stop! Let me speak of the things that rumble omens, speak of the things that glide near my wits yet not of them. Stop! Let me talk of the things that quiver logic like nightmares shake doubts. Stop! Let me converse of these things before I wholly lose my head within loneliness, war, cruelty and indifference.

What rumbles an omen?

My loveless actions.

What glides near your wits?

My formless truths.

What quivers your logic?

My divisive imaginings.

What is loneliness?

Fear.

What is war?

Fear.

What is cruelty?

Fear.

What is indifference?

Fear.

What are you?

Love, goodness, peace, hope, belief, joy, communion, stewards, animals, blood, flesh,
bone, spirit, strength, love, worship, brothers, sisters, cousins, family... one breath.



© 2011 by mark prime