CONFESSION ZERO

Will you tell me when I'm ready? Yes. I urged The Grandmother to open my eyes, she lifted them to a slow and steady revelation of who I‘d become. I believe... The landscape's been littered with my former self scraping its jerking corpse across Heaven like I owned the place, indifference after indifference, sightlessness run rampant hand to hand, heart to heart, spirit to spirit, Love to Love. My shadow is all but gone, my payment, the suffering witnessed through eyes gazing upon Heaven. You’re ready. Echo… © 2012 by mark prime

The Heaven I paint is the Heaven I get. The agony I paint, is mine as well, and so on, eternal blue bird, your sweet reverie wafts into my spirit, you too, eagle, you too, lovely bird. Sing me your stories and I’ll weave them into Love’s graces, and we, together as one spirit, can prove our allegiance to both, Mother and Father, honor the home, cherish and Love it, our reason for being, our beholden,  Love. Wake up children! Quick! Into the cellar, there’s a storm a brewin’ between Love and Fear, Heaven and Hell, Here on eartH. On eartH for it is Heaven, in heaven as it is on eartH! We are home! Heaven is indeed ours to paint! Heaven is yours to paint! We are angels! Woe to the next line- brothers and sisters of Love, we’ve been led away from truth. We’ve been stumbling our thick wits across the globe like raving zombies! We’ve set our air off with a foul venom, we’ve deadened the soil from a rabid human race, we’ve blasted bone, blood and flesh! We’ve bludgeoned souls and tortur