Visions, Swift with the Dawn

Dip the bowl into the well and draw back her love in buckets. Do not tarry at the waning light, you’ve got little time left to fly straight my brittle girl.

We live together, we die together into our next turn on the wheel. So imagine if you say nothing.

The loudest cry will be mine at not having seen myself before now, having ignored the truth beneath my feet. Who can craft a punishment for that sin and not imagine themselves queen or king?

Do not go. Stay…

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Seen, now move. Seek the harness and relinquish fears hold on you. Fear is the mind-extinguisher.

None of it…

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The reckoning is upon us, our gallant feet clanking along as if it’s adrift- No! We are asleep, unfeeling for our destruction!

All that we are, stewards. All we’ve ever been, stewards. Children bow to all she gives without asking for anything in return…

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Agony is where you are and Heaven’s where you must stay, leaving her would jeopardize eternity by the laws that do not obey…

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Creation is ripe with fruit and loving all the while- what were we to do, cried the masses. Pray! For her sake pray! Pray now! Pray she stays…

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Eternity has been waiting a very long time for this open door, so unbuckle and fly your wings to heaven’s floor! Remember where you are! Remember what you are! Remember who you are! Who you are comes like an avalanche in its totality, beautiful to behold, not experience. Eternity waits for my rumble…

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The last story was told by we, by you, by me, through you to me, spirit, belief, that it be good, loving, kind, humbling, giving, dancing and swaying to the siren, bending to her breath, her knee-bent words. Remember it all...

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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