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Why Would I Struggle So



I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality... I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word. __Martin Luther King, Jr.

I’m creating this reality of mine, so get thee away from me fetid fear! Take your wars and your famine and your thirst from these grounds forthwith! You’re not needed here! The eartH breathes for Love not for thee! I, for one, will fight tooth and nail for the eartH of Creation, make no mistake…

I am a sovereign entity! I am my self! And you are fear and I will not let you conquer Love! Love’s a sovereign entity, a most blessed consideration! The eartH is Heavenly if not Heaven, so be gone with your jagged edge and ragged tongue!

O! Let us bring full Love to breathing its fullness across the eartH like respiratory angels sowing their affections!

It matters not if it’s real or imagined, it matters that the eartH is given its return to full Love. Otherwise, what’s the point to my existence? Why would I struggle so if I were not making my way out of an agony on eartH and surfacing within Heaven within the HeartH of Creation? Life, Love and Laughter! Let us rejoice in the (H)eartH’s favor!

It’s a win, win if you ask me…

Why not let it go? Just relinquish your fears and give them up to-

(But what awaits you haven’t a clue, Mark Richard Prime! You’ve no idea, so why would you give your sovereignty away?)

Exactness. And I am not giving it up, I am practicing it! I am not afraid of the truth found in Love, I’m only afraid of nothing…

(Silence...)

It was at that moment that the poets observed the famished eartH, a sight worth sharing, peace and brotherhood, the revolutionaries of humankind making their way, stepping to the dream of freedom.


(If a person hasn't discovered something that they will die for, they haven’t begun to live.)


Now spirit up your voice stewards! Remember your plea to the heavens, recall the days of sacrifice and chains, never let slip their lessons. We’ve heard them spoken time and again; words radiating a sky of courage residing within the divine rights of all life; a hunger to be esteemed and always free.


They cannot erase our fingerprints. They may shackle and beat our flesh, but they cannot cage our collective hope. They may bring us to our knees, terrify our wits, but never can they remove the indelible wish.


It’s long in coming now, these many years of wavering wings, fading embers and loveless wars. Have you heard the pluck of liberty dancing upon the strings? It’s nearing Home; our heart, most ready to live if we’ll but greet the eartH with a great Love!


It was at that moment, The instant that the bullet released its quake and moved across the eartH’s soul like a bow, bidding us to soar above the wounds of humankind, in that instant, the child of peace began its long journey, the poor, the tired, the tangled masses did begin to move; the strings this murder had set aquiver commenced to stir a famished (H)eartH.


(Love, peace and goodness to all and everything, imagined or otherwise...)




© 2010 by mark prime - © 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime

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