Every Breath Is Love

We all have something we’re hiding. We all need bend now to that fated day when we were less significant than the (H)eartH’s precious cargo.

Hello my friend, have I angered you or have you angered me?

I have been angry with you, yet not for what you’ve wrought, but what you couldn’t tell me.

I’ve been searching for sometime now, my Love. I’ve found her, as I’ve said so many times before in the archives of these words, my Love.

If you please her in that way, in all ways, might you then have, by chance, rightly stumbled upon heaven? You now know that your friends are angels and your wife, their queen…

She is my queen. Mother, Grandmother, Great Grandmother. Her beauty isn’t rivaled! She floats about this, our dreams, our imaginings, our source of Love!

Who were we to jump away when danger came our way?

Animals.

Yes, animals, which are set to be found guilty of murder.

She asked me to love her, how could I have turned Love down? Or… did I, by loving her in truth, love her in fact!

Learn where you’re from, from right where you are!

The dandelion fell as the willow sang her song and rose with peace within her meadows and a hush upon the land, we stood in awe and we stood with purpose! We are stewards of Love, no easy task. It takes courage to jump around with purpose; it takes dread to jump around with fear.

Fear’s the opposite of Love. Fear’s the one thing that must be removed from man’s soul. His spirit is only whole when he is loving, peaceful, gentle, and, without fear, without pride, without…

They’re waiting on me. You're waiting on me... Oh! Grandmother! What would you have me do? Forget that you ever existed? I had to hold my tongue, because I wasn’t holding it with you!

(Long silence…)

Now you swim in my every breath… Love.

ROOT OF

"For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs." __1 Timothy 6:10 It is MONEY, not the LOVE of it that is the issue, the true problem. Love, in and of itself, is never a problem, WANT and NEED, or better yet- the WANT and the conundrum of its very REQUIREMENT for our survival IS the problem, it's creation and our blind use of it is logically the ROOT. In other words, let's leave LOVE out of it altogether and deal with the facts instead. If money were not made by us as a requirement for our survival, we'd find ourselves in a much better position to argue of its need and our want of it. MRP Peace and Love © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

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sdrawkcaB nruT (Turn Backwards)

I have been witness to the four pillars and see no reason to carry death there. Doesn’t the world know that life moves for more than just the sons of Abraham? O! I see the stunned throats floating by in the dusk to their stiff-limbed sleep as metal rains down over the Jordan’s western prophet, children dying there. I am here, waiting, breathing in the dusk under the shadow of the patriarch, asking, can we again build the shrine inside the soul and leave our flesh to time? © 2008 mrp/thepoetryman

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Access to...

It's odd to me that the future is accessible to God, but we're stuck with remembering the past, it's untenable. History repeats itself from our obsession with it. I say leave history where it is and instead create something of a present worth repeating. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

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CONFESSION ZERO

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