8.03.12 Oh God and Love are tall, their tallness stretches beyond the curious eye and into a height like no other

-8.03.12 Oh! God and Love are tall, their tallness stretches beyond the curious eye and into a height like no other-

I have summoned her sorrow and forgot that it was mine too. She is the eartH of Creation, what’s not to Love?

(Take your boots off of her neck this instant, Mark Richard Prime, she is your beholden, your Love, your mother. Let go of her this instant before she rises up to greet you in mindful sorrow…)

Oh! God and Love are tall, their tallness stretches beyond the curious eye and into a height like no other, it is a call to Love and an echo of Love bringing with it Love’s return.

(Might they be ready to conjure her death no further, to reep what they’ve sewn in the recognition of the loving truth?)

What’s truth?

Who knows! Why would I care, but only to serve that I may engage her loving spirit and let my fears die away. And she took me to see my face in her grave sorrow, to get as close to Love as I possibly could imagine. I, unwittingly, shifted into high gear. I’m ready to do battle with my failings and you, my hurdles from which to advance upfield and learn as I believe in truth, are set to know when I do and visa versa, so lets Live, Laugh and Love, what would it hurt? Truth is our enemy, our consumption, a dear friend. Might we need course and let the chips fall where they may? It’s up to humankind to decide their Heaven! Halleluiah and rejoice to the eartH, the reason you imagine in the first place!

(Boom shack-a-lackey lackety boom boom, shack-a-ta-lack boom boom shack-a-lack! Listen for Love in that…)

These visions these dances with all of the surrounding spirits of Love curling up in fear of what’s to come- Let’s design the next to come that we may summon her fullness of Love before God brings our stories to a bone shattering and groundless end…

We hand the keys to the kingdom over to Love, she let’s us squat here for free...

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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SKYFALL

Skyfall... We continue to play along with an unnatural game that has serious consequences, soon we'll find ourselves enslaved without recourse to the system. (Is that true of local charades?) Yes. (Why can't we free ourselves from the system?) The madness of money. (It's not money, it's people, right?) It's both, money and us in tandem, thus assuring money's might and our adherance to its loudness. (Madness...) Indeed. © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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THE ROCK HOLDS

The rock holds the soil in and from the soil springs the tree, the green of LIFE rolling from the blue, rising to the occasion of itself. . “Be!”, the (H)eartH declares, “Be what you are!” . (We thought we were!) . (We think we are!) . “You are, but not freely, therefore, only a thought, and a thought without much thinking, as if you were scared into it.”, the (H)eartH added. . [a quietude begins, the truth being heard and heeded, grooving to the flow] ~ © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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CONFESSION ZERO

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