CONFESSION ZERO

There’s room enough in belief for love, and love is all of what love created. I've lost my way because I removed my instincts and settled for machines. What do you smell right now? What? What do you see right now? Words. What do you hear right now? The hum of machines. Rumble the horns to announce you've been listening. Sinking away, may her echo be another try to reach you… Balance is key. Believe what I may, but, for the love of love, I should rise up with a belief that doesn’t settle scores or one that ends in misery for some (and not all)… © 2012 by mark prime

Where would it have led to if Love had remained? Heaven, without the stench of greed, want, and war. Belief is required for one to find unbelievable Love. Hadn't seen her around lately. The sleet taps its dance on the windows, slipping, ice cold, wind. Sleep. The radiance was just enough to see by through the clouds thin enough to breathe. Where would it have led to if Love had remained? © 2012 by mark prime