CONFESSION ZERO

(Long Silence...) Now you swim in my every breath, Love. I wouldn’t say that if I hadn’t found Love, Heaven and Home. Creation is not some unreachable ideal, but waiting beneath my feet, waiting for my eyes to open so I might see that her arms are wrapped around Love’s children. For too long I have been in pain. For too long I have been in shock. Too long suffocating my Love with reams of hate, endless dreams that strangle The Grandmother, that pollute Love. A drop of poison in the queen’s goblet, now off you go! Produce more ravenous beasts to line your trophy case and chisel agony out of your Home, your Heaven! Stop... © 2011 by mark prime

Love. Love. Love is what you make of it, too. We’ll best be served loving our Home, The Great Grandmother, the giver of life, above all else, above our imagination, unfathomable, unpredictable, and unreachable… until we love. Love. Love. © 2011 by mark prime

It's tragic, really. We are foolish beasts unworthy of Love and we are forcing her to make it known. She, the Mother, the Grandmother and the Great Grandmother, is waiting for us to return to remembrance of where we are. Pray we begin. Yes. Pray for jobs and economic equality, but then pray for us to open our eyes to where we are so the jobs may well be worth having in the future without war, a future of peace and Love for each person, each animal, and for the diligent care of our most amazing home and of our great fortune. Love… ~ Do we not see our sentence for the attempted murder of our mother? Are we blind to such imaginings? Are we set to fall short before we draw a last collective breath and fade into the mist of forever sleep, forever without our children and their children and their children and so on to original man... unable to breathe of Love evermore? The spirit is eternal. Eternity is what you believe, and your home, the eartH, is a part of that eternity...

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 h...