CONFESSION ZERO (The Weaver's Song)

The stars always seem the same, same message, same warning… love.

Love generally doesn’t require that I undress my rage and wars and death and death and death will become me beneath my skin, a shell of robot parts and guilt will follow me to my loveless crypt, my fight to a photo finish. Let me begin my caress with great haste. She waits and waits and cries out to my better self. She enters in without an ounce of hate. She begins with her love and ends with her full love come calling down to greet me to sleep evermore…

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Get to dancing, bring your guitars! Douse your scripts made of oils, our addiction! Plastic, metal, wood, rock, tree! Get our lonesome doves to groove the sky with Elvis, with Jesus set to clip our ankles and tumble this all goodbye. Love, when accompanied by hate, rape and murder of the loveliest of our flesh and blood, mere surface and bones cracking like mortality, always dies. Mortal fools made of brain lifting despicable wishes to disregard home and mother. Shame.

The poetry at night needed to be set free, the poet followed suit and rose with his pen to vanquish the mighty sword! He wielded his spirit, a dance that the clock chimed to run wicked, beyond the reach of time. She’s not prepared to give it all away because the song needed more time, more occasions to obey…

Yes.

Jump, Mark Richard Prime! Time travel beyond the self and into the arms of love! Rush, child! It’s time to bring it back to where, who and what you are…

Let me begin now. Let me move across the stage with grace that others might notice and not have need to search more for my lesser self…

Love will speak through your feet in the fields, in the gardens, in the sky from the mountain. Glide in dear children, give it the price to be paid or the other shoe will come down on your heads and the pain will begin as it moves across your gaping face.

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 I’ve spent every dime and found that the man in my way was me. I was blind, but now I see…

Take me down to the last floor and walk me back into goodness and smile upon creation. I must get to it! If I am to suffer with you more, let it come now, love! My friends, my brothers and sisters, I’m standing before you, you brought me to my own christening, my home built of love, filled with the semblance of love. How can I embellish the scene swelling before me like a red balloon floating over the mounting laughter like its made of a wayward rush of air?

I’m here to remedy the queen of love. Love broke through my silence like a bullet slipping between my ribs, like a husband coming home too late, like a wife regretting her wanton song that danced past her truth of love.

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Love, Love is waiting with handcuffs, blood drips down her wrist like a waterfall steeped in horses hemorrhaging from head to hoof, staring at these devious smirks descending across empty-eyed faces, makeshift masks that are too small to hold back rage, to spin in space with wisdom’s king come asking if the sky sank low from foul use. Thinking is not a godsend, too much oozes into the houses made of glass, neck deep and coming down all around bravery like a surgeon wielding a bomb instead of a blade, puppets of greed sniffing the awful stench pouring from the front to the back…

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He sensed being followed by love’s missile of shrieking truth between all of the damn lies, all of the damned insanity against Love. Bring me up, sidewalk, beneath my feet where the ground used to be. Don’t you see, I've got to begin, I have. I am not thine enemy. I’m not the enemy, truth is, this falling star smiling upon flesh with a thump of one love. The heart’s coming undone, fallen to the sidewalk, staring up at me now. It’s time to relinquish my stay of this place. Goodbye, see you on the other side…

Why the long face? It wasn’t your song that held me close; it was your spirit that captivated mine as your echo sang in words of motion, lines of crystalline hope stroking a higher calling.

The phone’s gone dead. It was time. The clock held off its tick and its tock, its grand reach, its effervescent glow fading fast. I’m done with the “nows” that have readily become the “thens:”. My spirit held all dear while it looked around to see me dancing with a hand lain gently on your shoulder, leading us both to where we are now, alone of one another in our flesh.

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These words that pour forth like a fountain of truth, of Love’s winding path felt evermore through my fingers to your loving side, feel right. This time they picked me up off of the sidewalk and slammed me back down to the soil, to home where love met me half way and swung me back to step one, or is it step two or three? Either way, I've captured my share of the loving spirit now strangling itself in emptiness and echoing its yapping maw too swift for anyone to know, to recognize this place among angels…

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She toppled out over my shoes, she wept inside and laughed out loud, her shock that anyone could be talking to love in the street, grooving to the stars that are held at bay, showing a caged beast that’s sensed its own escape, knowing the jackal’s teeth had not found themselves bared, but waiting for death to find her there, interfering with eternity’s groove.

End all wars to greet Love smiling, your upside down lips ready to be kissed to keep you from letting go too soon.

Too soon? But-

Shhh… hush child. You’ve said enough for now…

Enough? Why wait? Have I fool across my brow? (The bead dropped off my forehead and landed on my sweater.) Why imagine I've any time left before death asks if I'm ready? Your threat stands idle before me, it bridges nothing sacred, but it swims as if it’s deaf, like the water becoming noise instead of sound.

Rise up oh children! Bring your love like a wish sent soilward instead of skyward...

I’m waiting no more. It’s time to summon love and ask if creation’s ready for me to speak. Ready to dance across the street, the ground, the water, the forest, the mountains, the air, the stage that’s everyday, the foundation that grips my fingers like a clamp made of bones. Oh dance with me! Love is waiting for me to commence! Step one, step two, and step three have closed my fear and pushed out love’s waiting flesh and said goodbye…

Peace, Love and goodness be upon the spirits twisting fate, slicing through the thin veneer- too late…

Our breath is atrocious, crowding the air, our teeth, fanged relics slanted, bent of intolerance and proud minds fetching the face of wretchedness with leaching maws of foaming hatred. We must find our contempt unmasked, find our repugnant and false-hearted wars most contemptible as we use our depraved dribble to spackle the holes we’ve put in love.

Tell me, oh mighty war, that they did not suffer? Tell me, oh potent combat, that they didn't needlessly die for our mantle and plot? Oh reckless courage, collateral death, are we set to fail love?

Humankind's blind grasp of truth is no more than a churning obituary held up to fading mirror...

I’m appalled by all this shrill lightning, the stench of something reckless like an oven broiling millions whose only sin was their name.

And then the torture and wars with their odor of deceit standing tall like a knife stuck in the back of love.

Do we not understand ourselves enough to see it? We know the bat finds its prey, sensing its victims echo as it flutters in the shadow of self... and, you and I, what do we feel?

I feel like something’s missing?

I've been holding out for Love to come calling, blind to my own, sightless to the melody of affection strumming beneath my feet. Play on beautiful truth, play on emotions, strum your spirited strings to love’s waiting embrace.

I feel like something’s missing?

Love’s on its way. It is entering upon steady legs of exactness, bowing to none, until I bend to its caress, genuflect to its rule and kiss the soft lips of its divinity. Let it take the pain away, my death lain down before me like the surrender of the self, the one truth dancing before me like a desperate maiden calling forth my serenity.

I feel like something’s missing?

The oneness presses against my back with hands kneading my discomfort to the stroke of love that christens me with the wet lips of the one truth. Love, bend, live, laugh and remember.

I feel like something’s missing?

The stage was full these past months, the characters upon it, those reading now and those not yet, became my belief. Their spirits have been noticed by me, they danced like mad, the dance of the spirit intertwined with one another.

How long have I been the next one, evermore?

What prize is offered to the one answering the eternal question, breath, hope, knowledge, virtue, contentment, love, or are they just more questions?

Have I angered them with my fear of the truth? (Maybe I asked the question one should only imagine?)

Jesus, you aren’t just tired, you’re completely spent from thousands of years of lies told about you and the pain and suffering of your belief of love which carried you away to haunt the earth with your righteous plea…

Humankind, end this eternity of warring for what can only be imagined. Bring to an end this hemorrhage of your frenzy of questions that only serve to drench your mask with an unknowable wish. The ideas of truth have fallen to their thankless knees, leaving humanity washed up on shore without breath, without truth, without love.

Begin again to love. Begin again.

These words are not just mine, the many spirits I dance with have brought them to me from love and you and you and you and you and I'm ready to bring love full ground. The truth isn’t the easiest thing for man to grasp. Within humankind’s belief the mind shuts down, it goes blank with our need to end things, to put a period on things. Why have an end to any belief as if it is somehow knowable?

Belief is all I'm supposed to need or want, but belief in the truth of love. I can no more separate myself, my friends or cousins, brothers, sisters, mother, father, family of man, despite what I've allowed to enter with stilts made of children’s bones, innocent bones, guilty bones, bones of man, man, woman and child, all life that I've take for granted.

Life belongs not to me, it belongs to love. It is not mine, my soul is no more important to life than the tree or the soil or the air or the water, they’ve spirit. Love is present in them, the water, the air and the soil. To me, love is unknown until we search for the self and in doing so realize who, what and where I am. Angel, steward, home- the ash upon the earth of love, the residue from the “myself” to the self, who I am, the self that I was born, a child of love and, since I'm love’s child, I am born of love. (An immersive compound, triggered at birth and again at death, lets one know that love is with us, not merely for years or decades or millennia, but evermore.)

Echo…

The squadron came through me. It crafted its path to my belief, a tiny fragment of the whole. If non-belief has any unremarkable qualities, I’d say it is that it is a “belief system” like any other. Non-belief is a belief, none firmly, but all total, the belief in nothing.

I can’t remember a belief that ever stuck, including love. Human love is merely a tiny part of the full love of love. I couldn't help but be confused because I was too busy trying to stay alive. Too busy robbing the poor to give to the rich, too busy stealing from the rich, too busy wanting, too busy bombing!

Bomb to bomb!
Bomb against bone!
Bomb against bomb!
Bone against bomb!
Bomb!
Bone!
Bomb!
Bone!

Bombing flesh and blood, rigid heart and vacant soul, love went missing long ago as humankind equated themselves individually, instead of realizing that there are billions (seven and counting) to untangle from a thankless and nearly heartless mess carved of a suicidal pact with the ego, seven billion to feed, clothe and shelter as we dry up every last drop of the earth.

Cease the drilling! Cease the wars! Cease the god-fouled noise! End it all and begin again…

I've no time to ponder upon my fate any longer, said the little drummer boy. I've simply stood around too long without love! I'm too damned busy with a retribution for things that I'm guilty of. Belief is one thing, but nothing beats the truth.

Humankind should keep their heads out of the clouds, bring them back down near the ground where they actually have a chance of knowing something, of knowing anything.

Look beneath my damned feet, damned to remain- suffer in the hell of my own making or recognize my grave mistakes and begin to make amends.

Echo…

The previous words are true, though no more so than all of the things that have happened to me and that continue to bring me to dance with confidence knowing they would never permit harm to befall me.

My brothers and sisters, I’ve never forgotten all of my vile rage. The great journey toward peace, the sovereign journey I had to make in order to know love awaits I've taken. The rituals and medicines of original man are all but wiped out and that, I’m rather sure, is abhorrent to love.

Journey onward dear spirits of love; find out who you truly are. You’re not some misbegotten child, you could and can be the next one to ask the question who am I and have the answer come back affirmative. Seek the cure for your dis-ease…

Love gave me the courage to speak, to believe in something greater than myself. I’ve had enough! Being blind to love was my curse. I’ve had enough with myself as my self waited in the wings with an aria pursed upon its lips.

I am me… and I never quite engaged until I became one with Love. Of course I had always been one with love, I just had to recognize that fact. With the help and comfort that is love along my journey, I’ve been blessed. I’ve put much upon those I Love, my brothers and sisters of the one seed who seem to know who I am before it is revealed to me. The veil is being lifted as we speak, the who I am and the what I am, the where's been solved. My emergence in heavenly earth, another place I’ve always been, just never quite engaged the idea of such a thing, has made me see again after far too many lifetimes.

I’m the next one, of course, most of you already knew that. Where have I been?

The next one to do what, exactly?

Have love upon my wagging tongue unsure of what to do next and, at the same time, prepared to die for what I believe in.

You mean the words of love?

Yes and no. Love speaks through everything, I'm not special, I’m just becoming aware of, after all of these years, all of these lifetimes, all of these spirits, of the one consciousness.

Becoming one with love is easy if one realizes they already are one with the creator. If one truly believes “their truth” they’ll ask it of their love first. Reverence. Yes. Not pomp and circumstance. I mean how do we know anything without seeing it for ourselves first?

Kudos to you my friend. Whose side did you imagine I was on, brother? There is but one that smiles upon me now. The other has been taken away, released of its ire by love. Love released fear of its grasp on me.

This story is not mine alone, this story is filled with amazing revelations that, when all pieced together, are a reflection of truth, of love. Reflect on love, if you’ve none to reflect on, fall to your thankful knees, help is on the way.

Whoa! Slow down there fella! You might pop a circuit or three thinking out loud like that…

That was rich! Full of bluster, but no belly for the truth of the self. All that I have mingled with of late seems familiar to me, I’m coming back to who I've always been, the next one.

Oh my…

Yes. But who knows what that means, right?

No…

Silence.

Recognition...

Silence.

Recognition...

Silence.

No...

I had to enter, I’m happy I did. I’m ready.

Love breathes in me like an echo from my past. Life after life after life and she begins to feel the truth in my grasp, in my words and I feel her only desire, to be loved.

Memories only come from-

The song can’t end. The song must go on, brothers and sisters…

Rise together now or suffer at the hand of your consumption.

Four seconds and counting in one way or the other that is for certain. I know. You can welcome me from the misty reaches of fear. That should just about do it. Let’s begin our dance anon that less need suffer…

Everything’s going to be okay in the end. It pays to have the reassurance of love.

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It doesn’t happen all of the time. Your senses are mine, you are my brother, father, mother, sister, cousin, family, love. Play on now good soul, carry us to full love…

(Silence...)

I don’t desire the solitude. I need speak with love if I am to say that I worship full love.

Echo…

Stand up for the trees, the rivers and the streams. Stand up in unity with the children of this earth, the innocents that have laid in back of my death, my unconscious awakening. Have I been selected or have I been chosen?

What’s the difference? Try thinking of what’s next instead.

We must remember the order of things and remember who, what and where we are.

Home, child…

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All that learning, and look at you?

I need you. Yes, you, the one reading, to reach out that we might know one another as humans are supposed to.

Human’s use is love. Not war and genocide and mass hysteria, not what you silly humans dish out to your own kind is utterly mind numbing, as if you hadn’t a duty much greater than country, greater still than the world, the one you've not much choice but to choose, she is, after all, the earth of love, for it is your home...

Echo… Echo...

No!

What?

Go back!

Echo?

No! Back! You echoed twice, sounded like the only thing that came back was your own echo when you uttered how shamelessly we cried and how pathetic we had become under greed and wants disguise, parasite, freeloader, sponger, blood-sucking leech-

Stop! You might scare the shy ones away with your doom and gloom speech!

Why? The spirits I dance with are of good and they are dreadful, they are human. To be more precise they are- (Pulling herself across the carpet with her front legs, our dog, scoots across and I see this image with my peripheral view, twice! Ha! Where was I?) -animal choosing to recognize we're wrapped up in this huge outcome upon this once holiest of planets and her oneness with love...

I could not let her go! I tried to loosen my grip on it all, but then found that I was inundated with love's spirit.

As if they’ve ever been separate, somehow.

She is love, earth, her soil and clay. Oh, love. You've tracked me down after all of this time and I know you and love you. I will smile upon all of the sons and daughters of man, I will summon forth my courage to love and accept all as if they were me or a loving reflection of me to them and they to me. You are to be revered my dear for all that you do. Every smile you birth…

And now you engage. The light is magnificent and one…

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This is my story. Pardon my skills with punctuation.

I suppose that’s why you’re still calling what you write “poetry” instead of what it is, the word of love?

Each of us can rise to a level and realize when our words are of full love. We’ll all see when man realizes, once again, his place in the larger scheme of things and begins to breathe.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Laughter. Silence. Sound. The mother’s breath within the earth of love.

The fog lifts sometimes, medicated or not, and I see clearly what I need to do, but fear has been getting in my way. No more.

The echo of his own words rattled around in his now emptied of any fear- Plunk, clank, clang– head. 

Medicine men and women are to be revered, a lifetime of wading around in the swamp of dead and dying spirits that we stack here and there to refill our gloom have given them this honor…

See? This journey had to go this way, me in a fog of what if and what now, never seeing it as the whole picture, this battle with my brother, my brethren, my sister, my family, my affections, my vows, dancing in the open without a bit of regret, save for any undue suffering at the hands of a most loyal love asking me to lift my sightlessness that I might then see my gravest sin...

It stands now before me like a false love, my lust and desire, my foul want, my god-fouled consumption. I made a mockery of my duty. It reached out to me with needfulness in its motion, for my eyes to see and for my blindness to be temporary.

Breathe and Love, breathe and Love, over and over until they join one another again…

I’m also forgetting who I am when I am not in prayer, but I’m getting there.

All things in moderation. 

The spirits, the muses, I dance with, will remain with me on the ground I walk upon with goodness alone upon the earth…

When one plays chess, a game I know little about, one, I suppose, uses strategy to best his opponent, but what about when the chess game is with love to worship the earth more than the self, the other half of full love. (He said he was tired and needed a rest. I didn’t really even know I was obliging, not until right about now…)

Where from here is the joy of riding the pathway toward love, I'll meet and greet and begin to wear my love upon my sleeve and within my very walk, in my prayers that rise, those crafted of love.

I could not have known. I’d have to be full on instinct to begin to gather where I’d landed. Human’s irrational fear has led me to an inability to recognize love when I see it…

Are you saying that human’s are unable to-

Yes. Yes. Yes. An eternity of, yeses! But humans must act in order for a heavenly earth to be revealed to them.

What have you done, brother? What has happened to you? What have I done to bring you to your knees? I am in paradise, reach out and you will find my hands reaching through the clouds. Love is understood.

The heater kicked on letting me know where I’d landed. Inside a home on top of the home...

One, two, three, foe, enemy of love has come to dance, and pretend his speech will make a difference. One, two, three, three blind friends have come to pay a visit, greet them with love for that is all they are able to see.

Reminds me of the free will...

Sure.

I ruined a good ending, huh?

There are no endings, there aren’t any endings, there’s never an ending, only a beginning…

I keep forgetting to stop. I keep going. I keep remembering my want and not my need. My need is love. I needn’t know who or what love is, I merely need be aware that I too am Love. Everything is love and if I choose, I can begin the dance with love.

Love…

Thank you, spirits, for your help in my journey. Thank you for all of the love you permitted me to dance with, past and present. It is only my wish that I love, lives may depend on it.

Don't give love reason to reset the clock…

Time is truly ludicrous when you factor in eternity. Time is a manmade concept. Time has never been more irrelevant to human history. We must act even if there isn’t doom just up the road. We must act in accordance to one another, to our individual selves. One.

Shhh… Breathe. Breathe, my child! Breathe the truth with your instinct. Humankind has lost its way because it has lost its instinct. Tell everyone you know to get outside, enjoy the sunshine, enjoy the cold underneath the winter moon, become one with the stars, not with man’s mechanical devices, become one with who they are again before they topple the apple-cart ahead of their having hitched it back up to love…

I’ve climbed a mountain thrice, snakes roiling beneath my feet, and I’ve found solitude in love. I can’t tell you that Mark Richard Prime thought these things, but I can assure you that his spirit did. Rise up this time, rise up with love as your guide and savior…

Step away from the front door, it’s not yours to hold in shame, no, not even yours, my child. You’re knocking at love’s door.

I couldn’t let that one go unforgotten. I had to want, before I loved. Please, forgive me. I should not have summoned love, I should have summoned my animal to know where my breath was, the water, air and food, when the quickening had begun. (My instinct is wide-awake.) My belief tempts me to hell through wants gateway and to heaven through needs doorway.

Love.

The want over need is the same as the want over belief.

You mean it’s turned around?

I chose my want as my belief and my belief as my want and all heaven’s breaking loose. I Love. Mission accomplished. Love. Now. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Now Love. This moment. Now. This moment. Now. Love…

Come out of the caves you’re in and heed these words! Heavenly earth depends on us…

Hello! I am so glad I'm beginning to choose what’s right instead of what is believed to be.

What did he just say? 

Is it worthy of a second thought, man’s word? I must find love along my way, stop praying for riches and fame and start praying for rain. Pray for love to reign king and queen of my intentions and for love to return and spare me from myself. (I forgot about you while searching for you. Sorry, Love…)

I’m coming into just being, the outside of my belief, the new, that framework of time I can’t seem to recall as anything but a song that didn’t keep time, but followed the spirit of love.

Once I was an angel!

Angel? 

I've been searching frantically for a truth that exists in me, a truth, a sliver to set my mind to spinning toward my own forgiveness. Poison soil, dying water, choking air- enough! Who am I to ask for forgiveness after I wasted this life and turned it into a pile of shattered glass, only to become the thing I didn't believe in. I've given to the golden calf instead of the earth. Shame is just the beginning. Shame, always and evermore, each lifetime I've been shrinking away from instead of growing toward full love…

Wake up now and resurrect yourself from suicide. You've more to give than rape and murder and war and children soldier's of consumption trashing the earth like she’s nothing to say of you and your raging beliefs...

The defilement of love, the earth awaits my signal, she skulks in the night for any sign of my awareness coming back. I must cease my god-fouled chatter and just listen. I’m certainly not the one to speak to on matters of silence, that's my bride’s paradise, but we must begin to listen nonetheless.

My fortune changed over night. She and the stars had me at awe. The sun and moon held me from my own self-destruction, the birds held me aloft to remember the fragrance of truth when my instinct heard her answer to me. I couldn’t remember the reply. Love, maybe? I was failing and who’s going to listen to me, I’m just another in a long line of others as most of you already know. I saw it, felt it and touched it after such a long time of forgetting who I was, angel, servant to the earth, my only home. Isn’t it time?

Time the guitar comes in with the drums and this message is rocked out to love! Bow down to the earth! Love, dance, weep and pray…

Enough for now. Love is calling me to sleep. Peace, Love and goodness...

Dance, my love. Dance with all of creation as if it were a humble symphony. Be.

Listen to her. She cries out in the darkness and begs you reconsider.

Considerate kind, won’t you take my hand and dance me across these skies, your spirit in tow, laughing with eternal joy? Dance with me. Heavenly earth is the greatest night and day club ever imagined! I'm taking a good moment to collect my thoughts and pray... and then again appeared the joy. Wake up spirit, to nothing but love...

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She came crying again, she left the light on for me in her mind and I’m just a disappointment. The earth needs me now! I cannot wait any longer, I’ve waited all of my life to love.

Love has smiled on you, the one of creation, and you're just getting started. Begin before another breath escapes your love…

I will repeat this lifetime toward love until I, love’s child, begins to honor the gift of life. When I decide to look back without imagining agony, love will be at the door.

It’s a song unlike another in that it’s given away with nothing less or more than love. Love is a circle. Go around it, or try to escape it, either way, you are where you imagine.

Wake up love! Mine’s treading water at the moment of impact. My life changed from obliviousness to obliteration, raging about the things with which I cannot know. It’s my curse for saying I could imagine it better than another. The only moment that counts is this one, this one, this one, love, this one, love, this one, this one, love.

Drum, come with your pattering soul, your ghost lifting out the animal in humankind that they might recognize the earth's grandeur and their grave mistake. They've no instinct to mention, save for fear, which leads to insane endings and adds nothing to the notice of what’s beneath their feet...

Love awaits my truth, not my imagination. Set my mind free that I might find love beneath my feet, in the water and in the air. Remember where I am and all else shall follow. The words tumble out and I just type, my hands are in a dance with other spirits interpreting all the things I feel to love's beat. I'll rock this earth like its heaven and I'm home...

Oh! Truth is nearing irrelevance. A sadness may soon sweep this world, profound in its scope, and you may suffer from the fall upon your own sword. She swings her defensive blade as a warning of your intrusion...

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The next line is being drawn in the mist, and, mother and father, there’s something you both need to understand, you are part of my belief, the truth of my dance with love. (I suppose I’m not drowning in useless dreams, so I should consider myself fortunate to breathe another word.) I give my belief away because the dance would not be complete without all.

Belief needn't roar, it only need love, through and through, beginning to never-end.

A single echo returns itself like it should from the earth to the heart. (Earth and heart, where I place the "h" makes all the difference.) I must let my inhibitions go and begin to prove my love for the earth…

Echo...

It’s begun my transformation from man, to man and spirit. Yes. I’ve got steps to take and take fast or love’s going to reset the clock…

The rumble of the drum came in under the guitar’s melody, they landed softly like the heart beat of love. 

This, my belief, beyond a shadow of one slither of a miniscule doubt, is real... to me. I am resurrected, brought forth in the hands of angels and their spirited belief. I, as both, need both, before I can rise to love.

It may have not always seemed that I, Mark Richard Prime, was anything other than a loved and hated man, but I am no longer unaware of my past transgressions, quite to the contrary, they're all too familiar to me, they're mine to dance with. I am not sad, I am mesmerized. Love is here with me...


And the man full of rage finally raised his head and knew where he was going...

Rejoice! Guitar take me into the plants that make me smile, love’s medicines and life's fuel, the tree’s breath, a thrumming pace alongside my denial. Drums and tambourine lift me to the heavens, but not too far, humble me and I will never want to deny my love again. Rise up angels of the earth of love and dance…

The end is where I begin my walk with love. It is the next step in my evolution from one lifetime into the next until I understand that i'm here to serve love, and as I tend to the earth’s needs first, so I serve love. Everybody’s happy, leave a loving planet for the children to grow up on, and I've pleased love. And I've nothing to do after that. Love until I've learned lifetimes of unlearned lessons and rise to the occasion.

Ha! The righteous man would stand on the side of truth, would he not?

Truth? I don’t know what that means anymore. As for human animals, we've lost touch with where we are. 

Let us conjure something different of our generation of consumption, of all the generation’s who have been at full-tilt hyper-speed and looking for love, and I’m not ashamed to say it, in all the wrong places. Love is where we leave it. Were those I affected in my life not part of my newfound belief, too? I need to untangle the love being smothered by the beast that roared.

Look beneath your feet, Mark Richard Prime. Earth, and earth alone is your home. She smothers beneath your murderous belief. Do you imagine you’re destined for the likes of "heaven" in your waning hours? Well, If you don't open your eyes to the fact that your only home is earth and it is heavenly, you're mistaken.

You are indoctrinated to the point of complete and utter ruin of your thinking kind if the earth means nothing to you...


She beckons that you sing her a song, play her a tuneful whisper over her soil, give her the return love that the earth needs to continue the cycle of eternal life. 

As far as I can send it, I'll send forth my love. I will fix the problem, not by praying, but by doing my duty. I seek my inner self when I love, it is not a contest to be won, I do it out of love any other way will surely prove fruitless. If you long to be in heaven, create one. 

Begin again, oh warriors of peace. Recall the efforts that speak of love and stewardship, it is love that is tarnished when the earth is spoiled.

Humankind’s use has ceased to have meaning. Fouled of beliefs. Rise up and replenish this earth, this sky, this water and give it back to the heart of love…

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The willow rustles her sleeves and I’m reminded of my grandmother, eyes that sparkled of dark jewels with a story to tell, if only I had remembered the order of her words. I think I’ve had the letters all turned backwards. She told us all the same story, life’s mystery story, but I suppose I heard it quite another way, I didn’t recall her ever having mentioned hell.

Shhh… Hush, child.

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I desecrate love with every drop of my waste that finds its way into the water, the soil and the air.

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Tunnel forth bright love! Come ashore that your affections might guide me forth from out of the sheen of Greed and into your reassuring arms.

I’m in heaven and everyone’s spirit is effecting my journey.

Those of you that sense the idea that something’s not right, remember, you’re an animal and instinct is older than word.

This is the greatest recollection I've had since the grandmother told me what for and landed me upon heavenly earth to believe. Remember it until it becomes second nature, the moment of instinct…

(Silence)

I have yet to rid all of my fears to bring my belief forth complete, what I remember, what I don’t, now falling out of my mouth like gallons of living spirit breathing through me. Giving my mind away is my anecdote for any wrong I may have caused another and for any spirit that I may have harmed along the way.

Go out into the night sky, Mark, and watch the stars more than television or any other glass screen staring up at you without the countenance of love. Get rid of your foul noise and hold love tenderly. 

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I am the scribe of my own war. “The greatest foe was myself and my imagination that never fathomed love."

Have you no shame? Look at her, you coward of love. You rule over paradise like its disposable. You never knew a thing of love in the flesh or in the spirit. You’ve been dumping waste in the soil at a rate that far outpaces the need for your kind.

Isn't it time to go forth with my truth in my heart?

No. It's not up to you to step in the way of the order of things. 

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War is abhorrent. Water is sacred.

I believe that everything in the end is going to be okay, I am but an infant in my progression toward Love...

Love has gone unrecognized beneath your feet. Boom! Boom! Boom! Goes the world! Clean up this mess you've made of earth. 

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Fear has no place in Love and I’ve spent my last, at least that is my prayer. Let me reconcile with love and usher in a peace, a joy and a laughter within.

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The capacity to Love is greater than the capacity to hate. 

Mark,
Remember this memory? Birth?

Every love offered, every peace made, every promise kept, every helping hand, every loving gaze, every beautiful silence. (Silence.) rang the alarm. Time? There’s no such thing. It’s irrelevant to everything. Love has seen to that. There is a tipping point and the cable's snapped and you're free falling in space like a shooting star, without eyes, what, oh what do you know but the earth?

If I am missing something, I suppose then I might ask love a question, haven't I need to find love on my own walk and not that of anyone or anything else?

I am to serve the earth, instead I've been strangling her shores with toxins dumped in her waters, boiling air, smog lifting its talons to greed, great heaps of jangling metal frames, in honor of what exactly? Me and only me? Tell me preachers, has anyone the key?

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I cry when I dance with a soul that’s truly alive because spirits have suffered greatly at my hand. Where was I going? Why didn’t I remember sooner who I was?

The sky and water and soil are stained with so many mixtures that the human brain has shut off empathy.


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Pray for love to come surging ahead of fear, to relinquish itself of the parasite of thought.

Mark, are you not afraid?

No.

You should be.

Why?

(Silence.)

No.

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Begin again. Let love be in your walk, in your action, in your rejoicing at the great fortune to have been born. Rejoice that you have purpose. Rejoice that you've at long last opened your eyes to who, what, and where you are...

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Perhaps I've gotten lost, somehow, in this story of redemption and can’t realize that I'm guilty of the attempted murder of the earth? Maybe I'm merely the end result of a long and malignant humanity?

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It is a loop, this dream I’m in. I’m remembering things that were not mine to remember, things that only love could have drawn, like mountains and streams and water and air, wildlife and dreams. I am but just beginning in my progression. I am but just commencing my love stage, yet, when I bend upon the ground in prayer, I dare to call her slave. She is my heavenly home. I imagine now my fears lifted, my aches taken away, my sorrow faded to the rising breath of the life giver...