Just Leave Our Flags at Half-mast

(Do not raise your weapons of fear upon anything but your needs.)

If my want pulls the trigger, God help me...

Why not just leave our flags at half-mast and someday soon, maybe there’ll be no need for flags to tell us where Home is…

A flag of the eartH is redundant…

A flag of country should only be one of pure Love or render it obsolete all together…

Unite with common purpose and Love will smile upon humankind and erase all of their fears. All of their wars and murder and rape and anguish personified to match the grimacing pace found in our imagination…

Cleanse the eartH and you cleanse the spirit, foul the eartH and the one Exactness comes knocking. If you answer the knock, prepare to be tested like you’ve never imagined before…

(Knock knock…)

Who’s there?

(Curmudgeon.)

Curmudgeon who?

(Why do you ask questions within yourself about your truth, yet your original spirit, nor the eartH, recognize your question’s need? They are obvious answers that you’ve missed, right beneath the feet!)

Doesn’t matter what it is, it is a creation of the Creator… and if we are born to be creators, doesn’t it stand to reason that we can indeed sculpt our own eternity?

(Echo…)

We are born to be creators, so it stands to reason that we can indeed sculpt our own eternity.

Our Heaven, my friends, is ours, if we choose to Love the eartH more than our belief. The eartH is real. The eartH exists and we ignore eartH’s pleas at our own risk…

(Do you mean “Creator”, as in a painter, a dancer, a playwright, a composer, a poet, an artist?)

Yes, but Creator is so much more than the mere human talent. The spirit’s so much more than imaginable and of nothing but Love. It is all and everything’s purpose, to inspire our creation of a most Heavenly Home. Our laughter is like the children’s screams in Monsters Inc. as it increases the chance of a loving outcome over fear’s violent reach…

(Careful using references to children’s movies, Rimnod!)

The movie is not about the children, numbskull, it’s about we, the adults, monsters working as slaves to fear…

Human + fear + death + eternity = hell.

Human + love + life + eternity = heaven.

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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