CONFESSION ZERO

The wavering light seems to be calling to us with the green breath of Love. She moves like her mother, her glitter rounding the bend long after she’s passed, her breath tickling my throat that’s hunched in wait as I seek the next meal and offer my hand for the next dance with the shadow spirit come to watch me dig in the gutter for food. I glimpse her in the child that comes to play from time to time, eyes beaming with curiosity, small hands thrumming the floor of heaven. The glancing light is best to show who I am, the vivid beams are for who I’ve become. Choose. Light my way back to me or light me back to my former beast, either way, I’m on this journey home. When I arrive, I hope to see you there, with your hopeful whispers in my throat, an undying Love still etched inside your smile. I get a glimpse of the self when I love. It’s nice to see you, too… © 2011 by mark prime

(Image found on  Things I Learned Along the Way ) I’m going to end up paying for my tongue, paying for my deceit like a thief shackled to his own treachery, like a marauder stumbling along into the night, forgetting that the lanterns that poke through the mantle draping the cradle of Love were meant for all life too. My promise of, I will, I pray for her to relinquish me, that I might be alive another night, another day forgone of my dreams without decline. I’m going to pay for my actions, pay through the throat of my disbelief. I’d eyes enough to see it, senses enough to gauge her rocky flesh as theirs, and mine. Let us begin to fly… © 2011 by mark prime

( ScenicReflections ) Take your name and put it into the beginning and the end and it will surprisingly fit right in, if your veins can handle all of the broken pieces from the last failure. Can we find a place within to live without our finding Love? You stay and play with the children, I’ll go to the end and back thinking you’ll be there to greet me. You stay and tend the fields, I’ve got things I need to get done before any applause meets my deeds! You stay here and clean the water, I’ll be silent... if you’ll but remember I had no choice. You stay and protect my diamond and forgive me for the better part of me not coming until now. I didn’t know who I was, didn’t know who you were, just two spirits dancing with the other and the other and the other and never breathing as it should be, never loving as was meant to be, always dancing sadly and painfully across the span. What is holding me back? Unseen questions part my lips not knowing where I’d been or who I’d seen,

After serving her country, female veteran struggles to find a job The veteran stands straight-eyed, staring forward, scanning the crowd with an awareness of a lengthy battle, bruised skin, busted limbs and broken spirits. The wounded insurgency extends around the city like a naval blockade, faces ashen, waiting for a Coup de grace . Dozens of Occupy protesters arrested in Texas, Oregon The wolf hunts with packs. Yes. The bird flies with flocks. Yes. The elk run with herds. Yes. Activist rebels with love? Early snowstorm hits US East Coast killing at least six The first snow came early that year. It sat forlornly upon her lap, upon her confident Love. The first snow came early this year. It stood with a heavy caution upon our disgrace. Why Zombies Never Die Would you? Yes. Would you die only to live forever? Yes. Would you live only to die forever? Yes. If you were a zombie would you never die? Yes. If you were a zombie would you die to live forever? Yes.