CONFESSION ZERO

( My Angel's Presence is Near by Jonice ) They speak to me with broken tongues, with eyes shining as bright as the sun. They look into my eyes for something hidden within me, yet known within themselves, like a cool hand on a fevered brow or a loving caress next to sleep. I want to ask them who I am, but I’ve already been told it’s something I needn't see, the answers to that which I cannot know. Still, I call to them in my dreams and dance alongside their swaying hips. I hold them dear so they might soon share their Love with the new world. They look as if they’ve known me forever, with eyes swimming to the same rhythm as my dreams, with the same gaze of the angels that hover next to me long after I’ve opened my eyes. Their skins shimmer under the morning sun as their wide and beautiful smiles beam a signal, an ivory banner of “Welcome Home!” They summon me into an unknown truth like the fate that writhes in the mind of a jumper, the heart safely tucked away beneath ...

( Occupy NWA ) Occupy them in revolution, but remember what it is to love, so that what remains reflects goodness and not sorrow. Occupy the streets with peace and love and I will have made more of a difference, not only for today, but for untold tomorrows. It is one thing to die and leave behind a legacy, it is quite another to live beyond my casualty that others might paint the future with my radiant death. It is one thing to speak my mind while I'm living, it is quite another to have perished without ever having recognized the courage found in my breath. When I arrived I was just beams assembled from who I was, when I parted ways I was a bridge constructed of who I had become. © 2011 by mark prime