SUNKEN LINES, WORTH VALUE

“DOW SINKS 800 POINTS AS INVESTORS FEAR rise IN CORONAVIRUS CASES COULD HALT THE ECONOMIC RECOVERY

(A headline that could also be the full article, in a pinch.)

Perhaps the stock market can show us our mistake, like a barometer that informs us on our attire for the day?
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GIVEN THE ASTEROID'S SIZE, ITS METAL CONTENT COULD BE WORTH $10,000 QUADRILLION (10, 000,000,000,000,000,00), OR ABOUT 10 TIMES THE GLOBAL ECONOMY AS OF 2019

What a mouthful! Preparing us to read and follow like sheep contented without any.

[easy breezy quietude]

Given our propensity to use money as a measurement of “worth” and “value”, I’m surprised we have a word for contentment, we don’t seem to have a clue as to what it truly feels like.
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NEARLY 70,000 PEOPLE UNDER MANDATORY EVACUATION ORDERS AS TWO NEW WILDFIRES IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA SPREAD RAPIDLY

Wildfires spread like our disinformation.
The wildfires seem to move blowing with the wind of the times, like our own rabidity for battle. Only fire is a natural phenomenon, unlike war.

Poof! They're extinguished!
Less by us and more by nature, of which we are a part, we're indeed formed from it, the Father Water and the Mother (H)eartH and the God blessed air! We are offspring of such a massive thing and we are the nearest things to nothing by comparison, woefully small. Our needs are provided by this (H)eartH, even the very knowledge of ourselves.
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“IT NEEDS TO BE loving... OR I SWEAR TO GOD, I'LL BECOME WHAT I'M NOT"

That's not a headline, that's a landmine!
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QATAR APOLOGIZES AFTER WOMEN STRIP SEARCHED

Strip them down to their bare-boned dissection
Thieve their soul with jagged things and infection
Now the HeadLine begins to take off
A sensational flight, more like a flop
A routing number for us to take along
Until it becomes our "second" nature
Unnatural WANT becomes the human-song
And we're stripped bare, without further seeking
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POPE SAYS 'LADY' COVID MUST BE OBEYED, FORGOES MASK

The pope is a thing that has far outlived it’s spectacle, Francis. Now you imagine that you've need blend the present truth into your ancient story? How quaint, how convenient? The truth is that it will not benefit our most pressing needs, for the truth doesn't bow to convention.

ROOT OF

"For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs." __1 Timothy 6:10 It is MONEY, not the LOVE of it that is the issue, the true problem. Love, in and of itself, is never a problem, WANT and NEED, or better yet- the WANT and the conundrum of its very REQUIREMENT for our survival IS the problem, it's creation and our blind use of it is logically the ROOT. In other words, let's leave LOVE out of it altogether and deal with the facts instead. If money were not made by us as a requirement for our survival, we'd find ourselves in a much better position to argue of its need and our want of it. MRP Peace and Love © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

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........•SHRIEKING MACHINE•........ •HEAD-LINES• •RIP• ---(“Russian missiles blast Ukrainian military academy and hospital, killing more than 50, officials say”)--- There are no more lessons to learn here, no more beds to hold the human wounded, just missile’s shrieking their grotesque ode, The Death of Humankind! RIP, children of God… ---(“Hundreds attend Mercer Island vigil, march for murdered Israeli hostages”)--- Dear mourners, this is the brutal vacuum of a genocidal, terror-filled, indiscriminate war-machine made of fear and we are all hostages to its deafening roar! RIP, children of God… ---(“10-year-old allegedly confesses to fatally shooting 82-year-old man and his daughter”)--- I must confess, this is part of war’s shrieking, children lost with a we...

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sdrawkcaB nruT (Turn Backwards)

I have been witness to the four pillars and see no reason to carry death there. Doesn’t the world know that life moves for more than just the sons of Abraham? O! I see the stunned throats floating by in the dusk to their stiff-limbed sleep as metal rains down over the Jordan’s western prophet, children dying there. I am here, waiting, breathing in the dusk under the shadow of the patriarch, asking, can we again build the shrine inside the soul and leave our flesh to time? © 2008 mrp/thepoetryman

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