CONFESSION ZERO

( Procentus - Corruption Index ) Blagojevich convicted on corruption charges Corruption’s like the school bully- he’s not liked and he’s certainly not loved, (save for his dear mother), his fear and our trembling is what brought dishonesty to such heights. Corruption’s like a town drunk- he’s well liked, yet love eludes his gait, (even his mothers), his odor is spinelessness, his spleen’s that of death at any cost. California ban on sale of 'violent' video games to children rejected O! Children, come! Play games that needn’t split flesh with indifference, needn't smash bone to smithereens like it’s slate rock. The thin layers of forged love cascading along like fortune are a picture we alone paint, then destroy, as if rubbish. Violence has the somber bearing of the grim reaper, peace has the passageway of love nearest its center. Choose… Ex-Citigroup VP accused of stealing $19 million A pittance to war. A smallness uncounted. A tank, a plane, a ship, a bo...

(Twilight Zone "Masks" via  Fascination of Fear ) I’ve been busy trying to hide away. Hide away from all of the spewing ash, the upside down lips in a hurry to leave, the trees, the mountains, the rivers and seas. O! The full-throated beauty of The Garden! What an exquisite place to be able to lay my head, it gives me everything I need to be, to live and laugh and at the peak of everything, immersed with love! I’m not sure that “who” matters much to me anymore. I’d ask you, but what would I really be asking and what would you really be answering, something you’ve heard or read before? No. You’ll be speaking with your own sweet breath. I’ve been trying to tell you for some time. It’s too late now.  Quiet, children! Your minds are much too full of death!  Okay. The masks can come off now. Live, laugh and love! © 2011 by mark prime

There are no two things that are the same, a blessing and a curse whispering my lessons with trembling lips and driving my red face down into dust. Might I triumph this round, stagger to my corner with legs of rust? When the sun glints its breath over the seas and streams golden air across the span like a garden of sunflowers, I have to laugh at the breadth of my stupidity. Most damp and dim and without good reason my native Love’s been sabotaged leaving hemorrhaging corpses heavy upon my back, as if I hadn’t enough to carry, enough blood to wash from my slothful hands. I keep coming back to faith with a vulture’s famine, hunched over a torrent of veins, cleaving the shadows laughing beneath my beak. I return again and again in search of a sunken truth, like a hound on the scent of wide-eyed rabbits darting in and out of the brush, ears unready to hear, eyes exhausted from panic, legs hamme...

( Fine Art America.com  ~  Anguish by Jennifer Walford ) The anguish in the children’s eyes brings me to trembling, a blue’s riff lingering too long in my hollowness like vanity. Like fatal weaponry pointed inward on the world’s kinship, honed in on my brethren of flesh and bone, my original family, like the coldness of death that’s come unattached from the spirit. They cannot know my belief. It’s hard enough to have my own these days with all belief colliding into the unknown, which has never been known, its been the bird singing at my feet, striding over the warble of what might be known, as far as knowing is even possible. Understand? As far as I am able to know anything, anything that’s been all around me since my beginning, it has also been outside of my frail human grasp. Truth is very elusive. Yes. Truth is also unknown, so it would stand to reason that it’s obscure. Yes. Nothing ...

( Discovery News ) Obama to announce plan to pull 30,000 troops out of Afghanistan Thirty thousand. More is needed. Much more. Bring water and food. Haul peace in by the jackboot. March war out of the sand by the scruff of its matted shell, drag it kicking and screaming of our deluded ownership. Thirty thousand. More is needed. Much more. Arms held out with love turning in its fingers, bombs diffused with great care. Boom Boom Boom, inhales the lie. Hush Hush Hush, exhales truth… Greece: Athens faces moment of truth, EU's Barroso says A moment of truth would be nice to see. Full lips kissing all of the leftover love, hips grown down into the soil of our feet, truth bubbling up over wobbled knees, peace rising along with the new moon. FDA releases 9 dire tobacco warning labels WARNING: Mankind may cause dread. Cancer, like war, rears its god-fouled head. Cancer, like murder, whirls its dry blade in us. ...

I do not know. I believe. I don’t know. I am but a man. I’ve done little to dissuade the talon’s in my own hands, save for screaming and crying out loud! Save for my most despicable sin; abandonment of belief, of child, of true Love, of truth. But this is not about me. It is about that which sustains me without my asking as the crimson fireball of my collective desire is imminent. I do not know. I believe. O! What a thing am I and my dreams of control! Escalating rage and suspicion strutting about the span, taking their place in the conclusion of the unknowable. I do not know. I believe. Why copy what another thinks because I just can’t be? I do not know. I believe. My kind's gutless that way, emptied of any feast for truth, beholden to that which cannot be taken back, which cannot tote sustenance to a child’s lips. I didn’t dream this! It is real! It is the spirit’s will! It is ready! It is ...

( WebShots - Kings River Overlook ) As we gathered on the warm cliff that is Great Grandfather’s lap, our breath whirled its greenness upon the midnight sky, Great Grandmother beckoning us across the threshold of her ballet. The moonlight danced upon the curve of the sacred water as lines traced across the sky like limbs, thin branches to prop up the stars …and my kind’s ungodly thoughts. My Love was wide eyed with awe, with sorrow. Her gaze, like a sentry without fire, led me to stagger over stones. (Her breath told me that it was going to be a long night.) I felt Love’s grief pierce my heart as we cuddled up. It wasn’t fear or regret; it was anguish lifting us to imitate revelation, to act out nature’s drama with hanging eyes. The mountain came alive with voices; Great Grandfather bellowed his return as Great Grandmother slapped the air. Unaccompanied, I ascended the dark mountain in search of the hallowed ground where corpses slept, th...