With the Grace Everyone Expected

The silence came when I turned off the car…“

Y” stands for “Yes”. Yes?

What do you want the formation to stand for?

Yes.

Then it does.

Yes. I imagine then, that the game is afoot, or I’m a fearful and flailing beast.

Stop! You are not flailing, nor are you a beast.

Then I'm fearful. There is no removal of all of my instincts, the fear is only from things I haven’t imagined. It’s much less severe than when I searched for truth…

Friends will be hard to come by if you sometimes imagine them foes. Love is what will open your eyes to paradise and grant you more brothers and sisters and more love than you ever thought possible. Believe in what you know and be careful of what you imagine of love.

The traffic pulls at my fears unfolding around my belief. Surely I see that I'm meant to believe, and surely I know that my beliefs are becoming my fate, my love and my rage, my peace and my war, my life and my death, my paradise and my agony?

You are meant to believe and be aware of truth. Not of man's stories, but of love...

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You’ve not handled yourself with the grace everyone expected.

Grace? What of honesty? Maybe I’m oblivious to something and therein lies my belief? I seem to have been unconscious to the truth, unaware of where I was.

If all animals were that oblivious, they’d have been slaughtered long ago from the pace found in humankind’s foul use.

The traffic echoing along 540 sounds awful, the night sky is divinely risen with love in its bosom. Magnificent! The street lamps bend at the waist in a hideous yellow housecoat and the neck of love bids its lips to my ear, welcome home…

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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