CONFESSION ZERO

The shadows of our lives run through the seed, inside each of us, like blood, not separate, but whole. Man's fists are but his sadness regretting its own ruination. Mankind's mouths are famished, seem powerless to feed. So be it… © 2010 by mark prime

US Navy HM Edwin Gonzalez , 22, North Miami Beach, FL US Marines LCpl John T Sparks , 23, Chicago, IL US Marines Sgt Frank R Zaehringer III , 23, Reno, NV US Army SSG Dave J Weigle , 29, Philadelphia, PA US Army SPC David A Hess , 25, Ruskin, FL US Army SPC Matthew C Powell , 20, Slidell, LA US Marines LCpl Raymon LA Johnson , 22, Midland, GA US Marines Cpl Justin J Cain , 22, Manitowoc, WI US Marines LCpl Phillip D Vinnedge , 19, Saint Charles, MO US Marines LCpl Joseph E Rodewald , 21, Albany, OR US Marines PFC Victor A Dew , 20, Granite Bay, CA US Army PFC Jordan M Byrd , 19, Grantsville, UT US Marines LCpl Irvin M Ceniceros , 21, Clarksville, AR US Marines LCpl Alec E Catherwood , 19, Byron, IL US Army SGT Eric C Newman , 30, Waynesboro, MS US Army SGT Carlos A Benitez , 24, Carrollton, TX US Army SPC Rafael Martinez Jr , 36, Spring Valley, CA US Army PFC Tramaine J Billingsley , 20, Portsmouth, VA US Marines LCpl Joseph C Lopez , 26, Ros...

( Drawing(s) on Violence ) The folly locked hands with me, its chaos climbed up my back. The madness marched upon my heart, crushed it flat! ... Pushed out affection like a landlord. Folly holds the chaos in me. I’m a pale leaf falling in the autumn air, a child weeping, searching, calling for harmony... Love and Peace. © 2010 by mark prime WHO Domestic Violence.org The Hotline The Duluth Model (pdf)

Right-wing extremism is gaining new momentum, according to a Southern Poverty Law Center report released today on the Sovereign Citizens movement. The report, entitled "Sovereign Citizen Kane," claims the group - an offshoot of the Patriots movement - may have as many as 300,000 members. ~ I gulped down time with profound hunger. An urge for timelessness, no more clocks or tick tock, no more hours of dread and finality shining through the window like shadows recollecting the death in me; the mauling, the pale embrace, the faint breath, the last act of magic, blazing like a shooting star, rocketing across the firmament, entangled like a drunken lover. O my love, miserable majesty, focusing upon deceit inside the bronze idols that stand ready to fold into the sun’s care; a bendable sorrow and revered truth, worshiping the earth’s breathing on the harsh roadway lined with snares that hide the potholes like an I.E.D. buried under my sovereign face. O love! Timeless gar...

A reality: The human race is from the same seed. A question: What has happened to goodness in people? A plea: We should treat everyone with kindness, it should not matter, the color of their skin. A declaration: That is truth, nothing diminished, nothing beyond our solemn grasp. A half-truth: People are just people, you can't change them. A response: People might just be people, but people long for goodness, desire their kindness return like ancient voices in a canyon. A prayer: We're tired of the "noise", the screech of “I”, the shriek of “me”. We, humanity, want nothing more than to live in peace, harmony, without our thoughtless mouths, without minds perched in anger. A testimonial: We don't need our great noise making and selfish indifference, we never have. A wish: We want goodness and to relish in the peace that will naturally follow so we can say, beyond dusk’s encampment, that we believe. A question: How do you know this to be true? T...

Let’s stop warring, people. In this life we’re all of one seed. We must prepare, plan to remember, truth’s fallen from our soul and we’ve got to put it all back again. We need remember this, our time, so we might carry it around again, witness the semblance, our blueblood red exactness, our lofty call to come back to crimson remembrance. When the Robin drafts its melody and we whistle away our connection, we've bitten into deception, planted a kernel of deceit without a second reflection. Brothers and sisters, let’s not agonize upon the preciousness of our original connection. Let us pray we remember, let us pray we remember, let us pray we remember. What will our chronicle say? That we knew, yet did nothing, knew, yet still fell into the noise, or, we returned smiling with truth? It may feel like pain, ache lowdown, bruise the self to redness, tear away at our useless flesh, yet, its speech, echoes truth of which we cannot deny, no books or miracles to cast about, n...

Sex and Violence I had a reputation a long time ago, I stood up to violence, to myself. Early on I was strong willed, unafraid to hurt another, bust down the door, carried to bad reputation, fast, strong, underscored in a way without me. Trolley tracks on the highway, across the street, barbed wire base, parking lot towers, shore patrol see me, stumbling hair lip, bloody, busted, black-eyed gusher, tears from four and twenty bucks.Strategic tallness, strong laughter, coolness, colors larger than me, beating me down. Jokers off another ship, against the fence, leaning from going down, wailing on my ire, victimless crime, photo, rahhhhh! Captain says, serve and protect. Towering eyes, stop drop and run down the easement, ship's bugler summons me and you and the fenced in trolley getaway. Made it home late, made it to safety, Lucky Thirteen. Bordered by authority, flagship admiral returns to the scene of carnage. She cries. Everyone cries ...up until the end. ...