MACHINE'S PACE September 06, 2017 The machine's have set a much faster tempo than we ourselves are able to reach, it must be similar to what a baby gazelle feels like as the jaguar lunges its claws. © 2016 Mark Richard Prime read the poem
HURRICANED September 06, 2017 HURRICANED The wind howled over our din The water poured out its wrath The smallness of bones wrapped in skin Witnessed our fleeing its path The storm ends, noise again rises SWIMMING You are loved! Now swim your freedom, Your escape breathes a new path. WITH TEETH This toxic age Lunges for freedom Bearing teeth An indiscriminate rage What is to come If we don't embrace Peace? © 2017 Mark Richard Prime read the poem