The Word and the Scribble

I mean who wants hell? Who really wants to continue to writhe and gnash our teeth in ignorance, pull out our hair for not knowing, for not remembering (there is no difference), and burning evermore in agony because another believes it to be?

Our beliefs are most powerful, my friends, if I had only remembered in time to save the (H)eartH from the myriad of transgressions upon her soil, I might feel better about this revelation. If we believe it, it does come true. So if your version of God is hunky dory with you and yours, then by all means, send yourself to heaven and be lord over hell for eternity right along with the rest of "humanity"...

We are children of God, we must begin to understand that idea. We, my dear friends all, are meant to be heirs in Heaven, so why not begin now in your evolution to Love and Forgiveness? We are meant to believe in something, otherwise we'd be a black hole, untapped, unimaginable and ready to evolve...

(Where are you going with this, scribble?)

Riddle?

(No. Scribble, Scribe.)

Make tht "Scriddle" and you've got yourself a deal! "Scriddle" sounds like laughter, so, why not call me the "Scriddle"?

(Idiot...)

Maybe, but for now I'm in prayer with the loving spirit, and where from there is up to all of us, not just a few or some, but all of us as one!

Boom bang and boom bang boom, see the truth light up the room! Bang zippety bop bing, boom bang bing, bing, boing, I new not this morning where I'd be going, but my dreams have come to greet me smiling...

(Oh my...)

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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