CONFESSION ZERO

Flags again are sensed in empty gestures, tied to so many unimaginable transport, stabbed in America’s brittle lawns, impaled deep in the freshly wet green of wealth, staggered and airless in the crying fields, flapped against pickup truck and Humvee; nationalism etched in freshly waxed exterior to twisted frame of the fallen and dead ideals. Empire's lifting broken families into the air, aloft in the explosion of mourning without comprehending such rage. The dead, suspended in bomb's brown sky. Children are odes instead of laughter, funerals instead of schools, as fear invades their ambitious eyes draped in the fabric of war. Empire's lifting children up to casualty while its flags they must their flying! Hymns of righteousness must be sung, anthems exploded, void of comprehension. Flags fan the air where shrapnel pierces, penetrates the steel shell of lust, pitching compassion into the o...

"Casey Anthony decided on June 16th that something had to be sacrificed ... . She took (Caylee's) life and put her in the trunk (of her car) and forgot about her," Prosecutor Jeff Ashton told jurors in the seven-week murder trial. Closing arguments in the case opened on Sunday morning. If convicted of first-degree murder, Casey Anthony could face the death penalty. ( Read more... ) ~ “Monster!” “Awful!” “Terrible!” “Horrible!” “Murderer!” A little girl's life cut short reduced to a memory; her innocent smile, her laughter and budding love. O! What immense bravery to snuff out an infant, the flesh and blood of the breathing creation! War is not like that. There is no sentence, save for the one conjured in foul wretchedness. Children are murdered without so much as a trace, tossed to the desert garden beneath the Nakhla . Foul animals can scream, blubber about one child for years. Why remain silent of one hundred and one? Why are they not shaken, distrau...

(  The Undying Dead  -  Laverstone Tales ) 3 U.S. troop deaths in Iraq lead to highest toll in 3 years Three more U.S. service members were killed in Iraq, making June the deadliest month for American troops in combat since 2008. A total of 14 troops have been killed in combat this month, and another service member died in a noncombat-related incident. This was the highest number of combat deaths since June 2008, when 23 U.S. service members were killed. Flesh falls away from peace with the squall of time. One, two, three, fourteen, twenty-three, blown to bits by the windswept assassination, relentless lips deflated of a full rapture as Love’s unbolted from her cheerful hymn. Why insist on fumbling the original pledge? Enough guts to brave the world’s teeth that gnash away at happiness? The fine powder of industry hurling gutters of deliberation amid such noisy gloom stating the time is ripe to end the birthing pangs. Recognize ...

U.S. cost of war at least $3.7 trillion and counting Each love in this place breathes its own air. The individual truth, which isn’t universal in its exactness, still soars, yearns to be set free of my hold. After all, what’s it worth to one? It’s lonely, languid, and most ready to take its place in the back alleys of abhorrence. The bean counter hesitates. What of the growing numbers that furrow their way across my arid tongue? I have much to do. Where to start, who to seek, what to gain? Imagine the lives saved from the dust of war, like a video game where Love triumphs over the misuse of insane doctrines. And these words, like all others, are thoughts that grapple of laughter, liberty, life and Love. Crows Remember Angry Humans. They Never Forget Their Face. Scanning the face of trouble, is inherent like the blush of love detected as I dance with another living spirit movin...

( Discovery News ) Space Station Alert as Debris Makes 250 Meter Near miss 820 feet may not feel intimately close, but when it’s just you and a few comrades  (and multiple tons of floating metal)  you’re going to need help, to comfort the seen and unseen turmoil that is yours to bear. Thus it is up to us, we must champion the cause; our survival. Coffee May Ward Off Alzheimer’s Something to stave off even worse things than some creeping subliminal death, only to then act as if it doesn’t matter yet regret the reaping of what I alone have sown… New, Untouched Tribe Discovered in Amazon Unscathed and upon my knees… Unhurt by the incessant flap of my lips. Unharmed by my foul use of her soil, yet, not untouched… Gadhafi could face rape charges, international prosecutor says Rape, murder, fraud, neglect. It’s already done my friends. What my animal wants in the flesh has begun to deliciously feast upon my...

( 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