CONFESSION ZERO

Now we’re in the thick of it. Muck up to our eyeballs, poisons seeping into the heart of Love, The (H)eartH. The people stand accused of the attempted murder of eternal life, spat the sleet. The people stand accused of deserting heaven for their own makeshift concoction of agony. The people stand accused, blasted war! The people stand accused, crooned peace! The people stand accused, reasoned justice! The people stand accused, trumpeted the wind! The people stand accused… of sheer stupidity. Your job is to be stewards of life, proud of your home, sure of your kinship… loving. She raises her voice with grace, plants the seeds that open the eyes, lifts the green with her loving water and begs that I begin to implement the promises that I’ve made. Objection! Leading the witness! Overruled… © 2011 by mark prime

Is this the reality we want to leave for our children and grandchildren? Push it off on the next generation and their children and then to theirs and then to theirs- an infinity of others following suit across a sky of diamonds? She is our precious Love and we're set to topple her trees, ruin her water, all the while dumping depravity into the children’s minds who grow up to become accomplices to the attempted murder. We must realize that the eartH is not just another planet, it is, quite literally, the Heart(H) of Love. Jump start me, bartender! Bring round your liquid-wrench to loosen the chords we've hung around ourselves and then stood back and jumped as if we didn't recognize our own guilty faces! Within us all there is Love or an attempt to murder Love through words that are lined with vile intentions that have been blossoming throughout our sleep. Life and the eartH react to the will of Love. And humankind thought they would don their masks and then have the ner...