CONFESSION ZERO

( Worlds of Imagination ) Yesterday came and then fled with the light. Over the wet loam I traipsed, as the sun mumbled its last and I imagined myself a giant. My tall shadow curved the trees to gaze upon me, a giant, a small “g” god afoot, a trembling oaf, lacking even a shred of shame or explanation. My gaping footprint surprised even me as I stomped down into the valley making holes, smiling at my tallness and magnificent clout. Two sheep moved nearer and with a great puff I sent them stumbling away clacking their hooves. My mouth was very pleased with itself. The red sky knew of my self-seeking delight and erected a storm to fell a naughty ogre. I fled with the sun like a small “g” god will do when it’s found to be mortal and thus untrue. Tomorrow I’ll stride into the valley to view my art; my grotesque house of worship. © 2011 by mark prime

IT’S WIN OR DIE FOR LIBYANS IN MISRATA Permit the predator retain his grimness and the sermon’s be of truth, peace and Love, edges honed of shrapnel, thinned of pride. I must walk barefaced in front of cruelty, tremble not at its weapons. Be alive! Bravery raps at the gate. AMERICANS HOLD DIM VIEW OF U.S. ECONOMIC RECOVERY Upon this day all of beauty hasn’t been used, and is ready. The sky remains, and the lord’s of abuse gather their swords to plunge inside green reason, the heart of charity; sun, rain, quake. MAN DIES AFTER BEING SHOCKED WITH A STUN GUN Stunned and slack-jawed, death dies long before it’s prepared to leave. It catches up to all of us, lifeless flowers lodged in our gape, etching the soil with a graveness uncalled for. The eternal skied beams have cause for grief. My kind drafts his fate in delusion strapped to an empty pate. PLASTIC HEAL THYSELF: SCIENTISTS INVENT SMART POLYMERS When Alexander Parkes   fled the mortal wind, he left me bou...

( SnapShopUnlimited ) I can dance with heaven’s girl If I promise to have her home by eternity. If I touch her with ownership, I'll find life a sprint. I can more bring man to his knees than have him admit his every fault. I can hide the money in the rain barrel… but not until the floods begin. I can deserve what’s coming to me… by seeking it out. The last thing the old and brokenhearted dog gave me, before she passed, was an overwhelming sense of satisfaction of me, that, in her last moments I had given her joy. © 2011 by mark prime

( Fat Fenny ) Selfish. Selfish me. When my rage, like a comet enters in, it burns the lesson inside her view, nature coming to pass. But why puff at my Love? Radiance did nothing, nor did awe or wonder or beauty or goodness, to deserve my quivering ire? My bewilderment at the power of Love as it humbles me, again and again and again. So be it… Selfish that I stir such darkness in my plea for man that I turn outward! Even now I seek to be released yet again with the same wondrous beauty and innocence that allowed me to enter in the only temple I've ever known, and be humbled yet again. © 2011 by mark prime

How beauteous is thy creation that she sags of my circle; years of suffering for and against my animal, waiting for meaning to show its incisors so I might howl another perception without actually having to turn the screw. That I might entertain another story, another butler with a cloaked dagger, that again and again and again, moaning and groaning upon the lever, my unreasonable attempt to escape Heaven, disguised as agony, strives at putting holes in all truth. Stagger and fall, knees sinking, empty of grace, joy, love, forgiveness, compassion, hope. Goodness dozing with the meek- A romantic couple drenched in oil- 70-inch flat-screen HDTV ® with surround noise, another slap to Mother’s face. A made for cinema movie right in man’s dying-room, coming to a theatre near the couch so this jackal with a dream and a grudge and ownership might witness his own murderous dream; supremacy, second coming, self-fulfilling preparation, death. (The first time’s never as ...

( Swords of the East ) Clinic Touts Smoking as Cancer Cure Curling up, a wisp of smoke slashes the sky with a freshness. Remedy comes in a silver-white, metallic toga wafting on the air. Japan says nuclear crisis stabilizing, time to rebuild Calm down. Tighten my grip around Nihonto , allow it to tap into my dream, stabbing and unchanged. Priceless Egyptian Treasures Returned Treasures come, as they will, precious, rumbling riches; ownership’s counterfeit reality; the objects of blindness. Libyan woman details alleged gang rape Scream your unhappy cackle! Fight both fang and nail and stand accused of the details… Mubarak 'suffers heart problems' “Here is the butcher.”  topples the heavens and the slums headfirst beneath the cleaver. (All life is suffering) … © 2011 by mark prime

Man: The verdict of distant thunder leaves me breathless with dread. Here comes the incensed wind finishing its closing argument whilst the rain thrice brings down its gavel! Guilty of trying to know too much! Guilty of humankind’s slaughter! Guilty by death by mortal injection! Another Man: I await nature’s verdict in this; my prosecution for her murder. The gallery rumbles a sightless storm and fells its thunderous fear, leaving me puffed with a strafing dread. © 2011 by mark prime