CONFESSION ZERO

The children were dressed for the parade, yet they knew not what awaited their joy, what unknown would greet them on their path, things that had the power to dull their hearts. - This rule that breathes gives no answer; in the firmness of the warrior our exposed intolerance stirs our blind procession, our dwindling freedom. - The standing mercenary with the noise in his throat like the gurgle of death bubbling up with the blood of tyrants. - The church bells chime, the rainfall falls, the mountains mount, but the smell of addiction does not fade; human empires, without exception, do. - © 2010 by mark prime

Where our skins have grown slack of their grave use, where love’s fallen short of it’s ascending worship, where glee’s shell game has duped both of our hands- words cannot bring mankind a superman… Our fear is that choice is but illusion, that daydream’s drain away truth leaving hope to comfort man’s failing. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

The barrel’s are hellish red, tenderized flesh, hanging low like ancient oaks playing Twister, with limbs unfolded in the leftover light beneath the sleeping feet of clay. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

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. 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. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

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. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Bring me around to peace. Deliver my message toward Love. Cart in my kind’s flaccid limbs. Carry my death-weighted tongue nearest to the depleted peace. Navigate the wobbling orb that she might hold me anon, and, with her love, carry me to weeping, bring me to remember the worship of her. My kind has forgone creation’s gravity and now dangles at the mercy of Love. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Thump, thump, thump stays my green rhythm as the wits usher in my red and howling belief. Haven’t I the growling stomach as fear’s signal? When did my empathy cease the thump of Love? My laughter too must have been ushered away as a terrorist in wait, slumped over aisles of fear. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Bring down the gavel upon me if I blast Love with the tools of battle! The hellhounds feast upon love, gorge upon the tender flesh of peace. Indict me, then raise a new flag, a fresh banner, ‘Love Before Bombs’. Make no motto of love that worships war… © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

The endurance of the tick tock grumbles near me, marking off a cautionary demise. Three, two… One minute out. The racket of the car horn, the driver crashing fists through time. Kings wrapped in golden hearts called out to sleepy sentinels nodding their walk along the turret, “Be vigilant! Protect your king!” Silence… © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

There are limits to a thickening plot even where aliens rise. Their skin had my attention as it glided by my befuddled gaze, passed by in solemnity, large eyes, without panic. They landed with a warning, a kind message for a self-destructing world. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

A moment of truth would be nice to see. Full lips kissing all of the leftover love, hips grown down into the soil of our feet, truth bubbling up over wobbled knees, peace rising along with the new moon. WARNING: Mankind may cause dread. Cancer, like war, rears its god-fouled head. Cancer, like murder, whirls its dry blade in us. Cancer, like abuse, puts its hands to our throats. Cancer, like genocide, strangles us of our half death. -Cigarette Smoke Contains Carbon Monoxide. -War Smoke Contains Human Wretchedness. If one must choose one over the other, choose tobacco, there’s less suffering in it. ~ O! Let the sand know it’s not alone! A great wall of red, yellow and green; loving armies striding across the Sahara, groves of loving limbs reaching up to the sun. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Thirty thousand. More is needed. Much more. Bring water and food. Haul peace in by the jackboot. March war out of the sand by the scruff of its matted shell, drag it kicking and screaming of our deluded ownership. Thirty thousand. More is needed. Much more. Arms held out with love turning in its fingers, bombs diffused with great care. Boom Boom Boom, inhales the lie. Hush Hush Hush, exhales truth… © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Let my eyes be open to truth. The bomb blasts away the spirit, so the spirit blasts away the bomb. All of this self-preservation won’t hold air, it is the embers strafing man’s footholds, from the fragile to the courageous. Let my eyes be open to truth. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

O! Children, come! Play games that needn’t split flesh with indifference, needn't smash bone to smithereens like it’s slate rock. The thin layers of forged love cascading along like fortune are a picture we alone paint, then destroy, as if rubbish. Violence has the somber bearing of the grim reaper, peace has the passageway of love nearest its center. Choose… © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Man is young in his journey. We evolve too slowly, metastasize too gladly, our thoughts rear their barren heads like moles. Evolve! Evolve now, that we might grow our waning love. Evolve! Evolve now, that we might bow with humble head and with love emblazoned upon our burnt skin. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Dense and rigid, reminds me of Mankind and his thinking. Soon we’ll be able to squeeze war inside, between the rape and greed, in front of love and joy, behind hate and cruelty. What an invention, war… © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

The heat of the great star fills our lungs with life, keeps us frothing with stories written by mortals, those who put a deed of sale upon the head of creation, slathered wanted posters with a list of foul conduct highlighted in red ink and a mugshot of the star melting the ice into rivers of steam and floating dis-ease. On pins and needles, sweat, gnash and weep… Better yet, rejoice at your duty as savior for the Mother eartH and all of Creation's children of Life and Love and Laughter... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

How long am I going to wait before I open my eyes to more than myself? Life’s track circles the globe and mounts its painting upon the primitive easel and upon the museum of skies, edges made of living dust, floors of rock, ceilings of air; the mystery of Love and Home… © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

( Heart Art (blooming) by Emelisa Mudle ) Boom, Boom, Boom goes the bomb, wailed the children with shattered lips lying underneath the blotted sun. Love! Love! Love! Bring love booming without agony, without death. 160 shards of loveblooms. 160 shells of peace. 160 shrapnels of joy. 160 portions of worship. 160 drones of affection. 160 hearts thumped their last. 160 minds changed. 160 mouths no more in laughter. 160 leftover innocents. 160 divine loves. Boom, wailed the thief! Love, wailed the children! 320 hands no more in prayer. Limbs left to quiver. 320 tender eyes ever closed. Boom, wailed the thief! Boom, wailed the thief! Let me wail love 320 times each day, howl until I too am leftover pieces. Boom, wailed the thief! Love, wailed the children! Love, help us... © 2011 by mark prime