CONFESSION ZERO

( Sparks.com ) Peace is my prayer. Peace is my worship. Peace. Peace is my flower. Peace is my stone. Peace. Peace is my child. Peace is my master. Peace. Peace is my mother. Peace is my drone. Peace. War is my priest. War is my beast. War. War is my corpse. War is my grave. War. War is my skin. War is my grin. War. War is my tyrant. War is my knave. War. O! Disparity’s the noose around peace, the guillotine’s blade falls upon me! Must I lie to myself of my sworn duties, hoodwink my eyes into their blindness? My tears soak up indifference with truth. My lips point down in a disfigured grimace. My love feels my wrist for a living rhythm. I’m the battlefront inside/outside my head. War is my scar. War is my wound. War. War is my tornado. War is my flame. War. War is my shadow. War is my blight. War. War is my weakness. War is my shame. War. Peace is the air. Peace is the wave. Peace. Peace is the wind. Peace is the stream. Peace. Peace is the puppy. Peace

( Discovery News ) Swath of New Tornadoes Strikes Central U.S. Afterward, the geese trilled their song for me. Curving eastward, the pointed flight rode the squall, a trance of sorts, a column of meditation lifting my thoughts skyward, my escape moving just ahead of my baffled wits. I could sink or swim, do or die, remain powerless, or begin to fly... Comet Chunk Slams Into Earth’s Atmosphere The rumble seems commonplace now. Eerie and shrill, with impending misfortune imprinted on unfilled temples, buckshot discharging nature’s objection into the tapering air, above my prayer, exploding like confetti formed of sorrow. Search to Resume for 4 People Missing After Flashflood in NW Arkansas Is anybody out there? The dark and wind hide me from view, me from me, from love, from you. Is there anyone out there? Death comes too soon! (The water told me I need remember her influence, understand that her breath laughs within my animal, twists up inside me like a party balloon.) H