CONFESSION ZERO

(Please visit Michael Parkes Art !) U.S. Army to Deploy Robo Jeeps The next couple of years are going to be rough , said the man I just met. I almost said everything’s going to be okay , but opted to deploy silence instead. The man and I parted ways with a mutual gravity of the unspoken… Forces in Afghanistan kill militants involved in downing of copter Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice! Death has come with teeth this time! It growled, it shrieked, it lunged forth with the broken teeth of the last heap… O when will I begin to see that my spleen has turned on me. Its hard shell, without breath, has come with weary worn legs and whirling minds, man as marionette. Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice! Death has come… Most Americans believe U.S. on wrong track: poll USA! USA! USA! How long am I going to wait before I open my eyes to more than myself? Life’s track circles the globe and mounts its painting upon the primitive easel and upon the museum of skies, edges made of living du

My voice is spilling a fullness that’s due. They’re not my words to keep, they belong to you. My voice will not quiver, save for standing slack jawed at what I have done to the earth. I’ll not tremble in fear, my belief will shake away all of my useless weight; kings and queens, despots, and warring leaders. You’ll not find me quivering or bent or wanting, my tongue will be drenched in goodness, hope and humanity, plummeting from an immense joy, a shield from the great noise, a pathway to the spoken word of peace, the sound and silence of creation. Love. © 2011 by mark prime