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I SHOULD BE SPEAKING


A form of speech doesn’t satisfy when the spirits begin to speak. 

I twist around this world like I'm somehow disconnected from truth when it is truth that should be the only thing that I believe that connects me, not fear and heaven all wrapped up in a neat little package deal. The earth, I believe, is eternal, and it's also the only known paradise. Battling my guilt was the one thing that you can bet I battled until love came through me and granted me eternity through my belief.

You didn't just have to seek it, my child, you had to find it. It's the original seed with a message of salvation.

Irrational fear is of my mind, therefore I can simply dispense with hell as a destination of some unimaginable void, a tactic of fear, a fear tactic to get me to forget what’s beneath my feet, beneath my love when truth comes to call on the one of my imagination.

Let it go if there is any notion of fear. Let it go if there are wars and battles and murders and rapes and thievery and the craven stems of war. Let it go if it’s tangled up in death and pain and suffering, just let it all go and remember that I'm a child of heavenly earth and love. I'm a part of creation, inseparable from love so thank creation, and leave it at that, so I can spend most of my time taking care of and worshiping what I know.

Look at her! Please, Mark Richard Prime, search the depths of your heart, and then imagine a greater tragedy. Sir William never came close to the amount of suffering that must have been utilized in order to have brought love to turn away. 

Shame on me. Shame on my roll in this suicide. This is the authentic definition of tragic, but still in the first act.

Don't think on it, that's what's gotten you most out of sorts all of this time, thinking beyond your limits…

I’m merely a messenger to the spirit of love, a man, a vessel and I've often been a collective breath of stale air that’s rehearsing that I might utter love



© 2012 by mark richard prime


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