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1/14/16 HEAD-LINE POETRY



ISIS ATTACKS GROW BEYOND CALIPHATE

Do not be fearful!

Be peaceful,

the truth follows,

the dream crumbles

and God awakens

from his slumber.

~

WORLD ICEAGE POSTPONED BY HUMANS

It was held off

as we waited

for a savior to return

instead of shepherds

who’d been here all along…

(ping)

~

OVERDOSE FEARS LEAD TO RECALL OF CHILDREN’S COUGH SYRUP

Have we not sensed our mistake yet?

We keep taking

manmade medications

for things

that merely require

the properties in

the cannabis plant,

and we’ll have undone

millions of years

of human evolution.

(PS: How about the Now Revolution, they’ll be smug in their imagined victory, then we begin to be who and what we are born to be as we allow God to guide us. We ask God to summon all of the collection of angels, and allow the oil baron’s just enough rope to-)

Let us now begin, we are most ready… Now.



© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


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