CONFESSION ZERO

...tattered rows of drained bone, hanging flesh, wounded limbs, lifeless eyes, all staggered with rage. They lined the granite path that led to his appointed throne, not a word was spoken, the hush was violent enough. He was not prepared to meet such blistering wrath, the cracked and unsmiling faces, all with such dripping loss. He was ill equipped and unready for their bony grief, so he did the only thing he knew, he splintered a dreadful grin. You’ve done America proud. You’ve served your country with honor. The road was long, the fight, arduous, but you are home now and we will honor you for your hard-won accomplishments. The crow of death no longer waits on thee. The granite was quite under the push of their bodies, their silence floating in the air like an old dog slumped from the beatings of a gutless master. Warriors, whose illustrious hues were bleached from airless days, caught him unawares with such gruesome stillness. As he sat, pondering the moment upon his throne, thei...

Russia Faces Fresh Condemnation The truth is never easy and it’s often ugly. Beyond this, and the scripted condemnation, sits an eyeless monster solemnizing the eagle’s perch. Democrats Make Historic Pick: It's Obama In the land of the free and home of the brave. Yes. In the land of the huddled masses yearning, white eyes have at last measured the slow turn of equality. Gustav heads for Cuba, leaving trail of death Gustav’s eye seems to wink, gazing down upon its death and destruction, as if to say, “I’m a tempest of nature, yet so many are envious, resentful that my weaponry isn't man-made... Such fools.” © 2008 mrp/tpm

Amanda, I thought your loss was horrendous, as an eye glimpsing war through a prism, a safe distance, detached and far away. Where I stood, the bombs seemed like deaf children frantically signing with their noiseless hands upon the streets of an obscure, idle freedom, where I tried desperately to speak to you, fumblingly reaching out, like a blind man fending off a swarm of callous wasp. Amanda, You wouldn’t hear me, you couldn’t see me, but I was there, screaming for you to live, my tongue was as thick as the pavement I stood on, and my feet, as heavy. My frantic cries were an unspoken plea to the men with their hands on the lever, to the heartless, the sightless warrior, the squatting powers and bending earth, to an unleashed evil where noise breathes like the cold-blooded machinery of ruin. © 2008 mrp/tpm

Despite demons, Ivins stayed at lab Once upon a time murder moved across the ground followed by his lover, opportunity, flapping her powdery jaws, this, after the twins came crashing down, and they all lived happily ever after! Bin Laden's Driver Gets Short Prison Stint Smashed together like atoms, months become but a simple turn of the wheel, a mockery of the truth beneath the foot pushing down upon the brake. China accuses Bush of meddling All this solemnity, the torch, worn and sad, the unnatural stamp of feet left then to stand unhappily, the tootle of tired music long without rhythm or end. © 2008 mrp/tpm

In this, the blistering wave, what is remembered but the last, the most recent detonation of everlasting war darkening even the most well lit sphere? That which calls down its subjects to deliver sermons on the back of the sun for a people that believe in faith more than themselves in the hearth of holiness that goes unchained? Anything less (or more)… A fire burns. Everything is contaminated, dirty. Terror is the cable which straps the bomb, fear, its cart. The derelict move about, carrying on, as one-eyed kings and their henchmen, whose hands are honed into razors and whose hearts strike as drums echoing low the streets, chop the wooden throats of the guilty trees. In this sphere hope shrinks of its throbbing bravery. “This is no way to live!” explodes the seers. “This is pure folly bathing in impure madness!” But not to any invisible deity or dream merchant, like children holding hands praying to escape the cynical hands of their fathers, the gods of youth safely hold them. The ...

As Oil Firms Seek Drilling Access, Exports Set Record The gush begins to throttle the boot-scratched soil, dark hour, the needle points upon his arm, half meth, half liquid gold. Stumbling, stinking, orgasmic in his reach he pushes for his pleasures profit- drill drill drill! Missing Soldiers Found Beneath a pocked sky of stars the soldier’s bodies lay, flat, twisted like her dreams. Nothing much left of their smiling, her grimace, two spent shells where the dew left its traces of the twin rivers. At last, with dull cadence they fly. Iraq War Effects Missing from Coverage of Fannie Mae, Freddie Mac When soldiers are silent, we pack their goods in sacks and mail them home. Bailed out of the raging quagmire they’re now free to move again, yet not past our eyes or able to pull the chute. Wisconsin law: Gay couples can be imprisoned, fined $10,000 The march to freedom is riddled with effort and ennui. They come to the altar carrying the eagle’s prize, not as beasts, but as people...

Truck bomb kills 7 people near Baghdad The surge is working, flew the eagle. The course is dead, soared the seven souls. O! The fetid nature of disagreement! US escalating covert operations against Iran: report Boom bam and a rat a tat tat listen for “war” inside of that a rat a tat boom boom bam! Cover thy ears, people of Iran... (America’s coming to free you) Election May Tip High Court's Judicial Scales Shroud these arbitrators in sacred vestments, cloak them in mystery, anoint with holy water and deliver this newfound land from its wickedness. Army Study Blasts Post-Invasion Efforts in Iraq The aftermath stumbles on unsteady legs. Neither the heart nor soul can end its drumming step. It doesn’t listen nor does it speak. It chooses not to live on the back of treason. Obama Supporters Take His Name as Their Own What’s in a name? Identity? Persuasion? History can inform us… if we listen. She can bring us beyond our labels "Blessing, the good” above the armor of o...