CONFESSION ZERO

(Photo by Michelle, my lovely love) I’ve been hypnotized by Love… The sand couldn’t contain her, the waters couldn’t wash her clean, the trees couldn’t weep hard enough. The mountains stand above to view the great suicide, they've been waiting to come near enough to witness the sorrowful entombment of such greedy flesh… (Everything’s going to be okay, she reassures me…) Spirit is another word for soul, otherwise, how could I separate my sadness from its own sadness when joy had, such a long time ago, been murdered… © 2011 by mark prime

(Photo by Michelle, my lovely love) Remember me , she said, as the wind took me away, along with greed, war, murder, hate, sin, spite, rape, oppression, Love, vengeance, famine, genocide, corruption, infection, madness, ego, id and I… Won’t you slow your pace? Won’t you allow more time for me, I was blind and deaf to you? It’s not my fault. I didn’t remember. I didn’t realize my duty? Remember me , she said. How could you have been so blind as to have forgotten Love? How could you have ignored the truth beneath your feet, in front of your eyes… eternity? O Mark Richard Prime! What have you done? ... I've not held her sacred, not acknowledged her presence, save for my weight of greed. O Creation! I’ve built from out of you and on top of you such ugliness in my mortal image, towering, jutting, angry frames, stacked and ugly without regard to the original altar. Ugliness in honor of self, my prayerless beast, my animal without love, the reflection of a...