SABOTAGE


Give me the reins
I'll ride through them

The distant bay of a dog
Tells me I'm near.
The birdsong
says breathe, be,
The sting of resistance
says now

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I have the whole of Spirit within Me. It never left, I nearly shackled it to death, but I managed to resuscitate the collective story, it's an epic spiritual! Rejoice and giddy up!

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When did our stories become doctrines?

When did our beliefs become more important than what is known?

When will we remember our purpose?

(Please use a number two pencil only, class, when filling in your answers. When you are finished you may leave. Good luck...)

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HEAD-LINE POETRY

http://www.cnn.com/2016/05/11/middleeast/baghdad-market-bombing/

ISIS CLAIMS RESPONSIBILITY

The battle holds our imagination hostage.
The blade touches our neck.
Let it rest now, this murder,
Reminder of our arrogance,
A dalliance with war's teeth.

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http://www.cnn.com/2016/05/11/us/planned-parenthood-shooting-robert-lewis-dear-hearing/

INCOMPETENT SHOOTER

There are no excuses left,
No convenient reasons.
We are stewards, not killers,
Lower the weapon and raise the Love...

Mark Prime


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Plan nothing, Home said to Me,
Take nothing unneeded,
Want for less,
No scheme can
Conquer the will of Heaven.
The pair have been told
They're doing
The righteous thing
By sabotage,
They're not.
Schemes fail,
Truth triumphs in Heaven...



© 2016 Mark Richard Prime

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