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NEIGHBORS, OR THE RATTLE OF THE INTERSTATE

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I know I’m in heaven, I believe it, what’s the difference?

I love another, I care for the eartH, what’s the difference?

I’m hearing the traffic against my will, something brought me back. I’m courting Love’s favor and she’s responding in kind to my belief. The world is sacred and I Love for the sake of Love though it may return with a current that, if I am going to be honest, might get rougher than seems due, it’s not enough for the squander of Love I’ve aided in slathering across her surface and her air.

(Oh, relax. You’ll live through it… it is eternity.)

There is no eternal hell, unless I keep returning to do the same thing lifetime after lifetime after lifetime. I will hold no more the scars of foul deeds. Emerge the one that reins as Creator, I don’t will it, it wills me, and I am no fool, even in my questionable head.

(Questionable must mean you’re a thinking beast who chose instead to believe, which led to conclusions like the one’s found in humankind’s unknowable story, the …

I’VE WORN THE DIE DOWN TO SO MANY CHANCES, LEAP, GO AND TELL THEM WHAT THEY WANT TO KNOW

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There’s still a side of me that wants to scream. Humankind is a self-destructive beast without regard to their surroundings. Why do I think that I must imagine to know beyond the shadow of any doubt that my belief is somehow truth?

(Truth?)

There’s still a side of me that wants to scream. I love you with all of my heart, save for the part that I know and not the part that I believe. My eyes were opened and I found solitude in her quivering limbs.

(Sleep now, Mother. We’re here, God and I.)

And there’s a side of me that shows less fear. I’d like to keep that part, if I may? I’ve jumped ship and I’m swimming for my life, which belongs not to me, but to Love, and the part that’s me and my needs… diminishes by the day.

(Man overboard!)

No. No. Bless you, but I’m not overboard at all. I’m in Heaven.


(Man overboard!)

Ha! I like your game! Shall we play? Or might we begin our duty to the eartH, to Love?

(Man overboard!)

I’ve warn the die down to so many chances! Leap! Go forth and tell them w…

Love, Peace and Goodness be with the eartH...

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...Like I've said so many times before, it's all coming out backwards as it should, from the freshest of wounds to those of a festered indifference! I am being forgiven of my belief, my indifference to truth! Rejoice! I am a new man!

(It's about time you showed up, Nimrod!)

Ha!

Love, Peace and Goodness be with the eartH...

(Silence…)

I guess it means we all have our particular belief but we share a truth that's unmistakable… we don't know a damn thing... So with that, I favor sacrificing a little bit of our playtime and actually, as a species, rectify our indifference first and our differences last, for that is what my belief is going to require in order for the eartH of Love to choose eternal Life…

(Silence…)

I’m being crafted toward an awakening. Mine own. I’m being sculpted by spirit’s that recognized something in me. Animal instinct perhaps or they felt Love or Peace or Goodness in me. Who knows? I can only believe it’s what I promised I’d scribe and speak…

I do h…

Please Forgive Me...

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Please forgive me...

I have come a long way in my journey to be. I am here now and I know what I must do, I must ask each of you that I’ve ever wronged to forgive me.

I’ve been coming to this for a long time. I have not been a person that was reliable, save for the consistency of my arrogance, my numbness to love, my god-awful pride and my misuse of friendship.

I need to do this and it won’t take me too long, though my sins are many, my victims unknown to the fog, the mist of my deadened slumber, my sorrow is found most in my lament from everyone I’ve affected by not bringing forth a full throated love.

This is for Michelle too, my wife, my lovely angel love, to whom I dance the most. I cannot make up for what I’ve done or haven’t done in my life, I can only pray that I’ll be forgiven.

I should begin with 1984, the year that brought me to my beginning, a reset of my clock. That year, a child was born, my child, my daughter Chelsea whom I didn’t get to know until she was fourteen.…

5.30.12 THE TRUTH LIES IN THE UNKNOWABLE

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(My friend, ride along in the shadows or take the lead, either way, Love has already arrived before your spirit-filled vessel could assume the positioning of the eartH, the Mother, and your belief in her.)

She beat us all to the punch! Heaven’s beneath the feet! I mean, how else would you imagine the eartH would direct the play that we’re in? She was tired of our desolate belief. Creation was exhausted of our human judgments in the one Truth’s stead!

(See? The truth lies within the unknowable but is reflected in what is known. Clues, if you will? Search them out, these truths, and Heaven shall finally, after so long of your eyes absence, be seen through new and loving eyes…)

The truth has never been so obvious, at least in my belief. “Sticks out like a sore thumb” doesn’t begin to grace favor upon her with a deserved and loving duty. The opposing thumbs can’t reach that high, not with their brightest parts set upon such a destructive path as that of the one of the human race…

(Reverse c…

WHEN WE HONOR THE VOW WE MADE TO THE MOTHER EARTH

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(Hello Sunshine)
Does it really matter? Does it truly matter who gets credit for what Love has owned from the beginning? Must we attempt to fight for the ownership rights to Truth when we’ve no right to imagine it, let alone fulfill an end to Love’s eternal Creation…?

I believe that I am Love and that maybe even Love is I. I am me, who I was intended to be. You and you and you and you and you, we’re all from the one Exactness, the one seed. Whatever we imagine that the one Exactness might be, seems irrelevant to how we treat the things we know…

I am imperfect, one of the more imperfect creations in my opinion. I came face to face with Mark Richard Prime, and, when I met the man I was before, I immediately filed a motion to dismiss!

I cannot carry the message of Love, I am unworthy, the Truth of Love is not mine and mine alone to carry about in my belief, it’s everything and all’s duty to make amends to the Mothers and the Mother eartH. We are due, and set, for Love and a Loving belie…

5.29.12 OH SEEK ANOTHER! MOTHER AND FATHER HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF OUR BLINDNESS.

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(Mother eartH, Father Sky)
Oh seek another victim! Mother and Father have had enough of my blindness. They’ve held off long enough. There’s no need to hide, they’re not angry, they’re sad.
(Do not your indifference let float tears to drown your love beneath the rising truth.)
Why? Why make a game of love? There’s little need to weep, she loves. She sees the suffering at my own hand, fingers pulling triggers instead of offering Love. God sees. Love hears. God feels. Love knows.
(Are you coming to bed?)
…Yes. Yes, my love.
Love’s held off long enough. She’s wept an eternity of sorrow. Enough! Let us, man and woman, create a Life that’s worthy of Love. Clasp our hands in supplication, bent upon the breathing soil, beg forgiveness from whatever you believe and begin in earnest the earth’s salvation.
(Are you coming to bed?)
…Yes, my love, just another minute of prayer.


© 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime

Oh, God! She is heaven!

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Oh, God! She is heaven!

Mother Earth, Father Heaven, gatekeepers to the souls that now writhe in agony of man’s abuse, I must believe in you and then know that this is Heaven, that I am in Heaven, safe in the arms of Love…

Come! Love waits for me to begin my journey back to who I was born to be, and to Creation, beneath my feet. Creation waits just beneath my will…

© 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime

5.29.12 Search for Love and I Will Find Love and Beauty and Joy and Truth

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Seek out war and I will find war.

Seek death and death shall I find.

Hunt for sorrow and sorrow will come to me.

Search for Love and I will find God and beauty and joy, laughter and glee, the eternal embracement of Love.

Peace…


© 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime

7.19.12 I’M AT LONG LAST REALIZING THAT I AM ONE WITH LOVE

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(Rasta Graphics - Popular Virals)
I’m at long last realizing that I am one with Love. Loving, good, protective like a beast, loving like a child, like the songbird’s morning salute to Life, Laughter and Love. Reoice like the man I’m meant to be, the person we all must seek in order to know God…
Look everyone, I’m not sure where this is going but my guess, if I had one to imagine where I shouldn’t, I’d say anywhere from eartH, to ground zero, and humankind’s need to know. We must unite as one brother, one sister, as one child of creation… Our purpose unknown, but if we would but imagine for a second that this our life, were not some puzzle that we must figure out to the best of our ability and treat our home as the most sacred of Mothers…
Love, she roars! Love she soars! Love she has my tongue and I’m wielding it for all to hear! Rejoice in that if you choose, but live it while you breathe! This Heaven you’ve long sought. Where are you child…?
(Sound…)
Horrible are they that linger with…

THE BOX FLOATED BEFORE ME. IT SEEMED TO CRUMBLE THE NEARER TO TRUTH IT GREW

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(The Timeless Roulette)
The box floated before me. It seemed to crumble the nearer to truth it grew and I was scrambling around for the pieces that resembled me and there were so many of you and I danced as fast as I could, but these secrets, they‘ve got to go! Those that sought my heart like a hunter and those that shrieked at my sightlessness came calling their whispers for me to turn up the volume on my dreams and the old familiar song would begin and belief would carry me to the brink of me and…

I cried because of what I saw of man. I howled when my choices were revealed to me wearing their grave sorrow.

Fear. My sin is fear, yet there have been times when my elixir was courage, another name for spirit. It’s true.

This night I’ve learned a thing about myself, dancing with all spirits can be a distraction, each of you- Goodness. Safety. Love…

Where am I? Heaven?

(Yes.)

There are those that have believed in truth over belief and to those I smile on and ask, where was your voice p…

5.29.12 THE DANCE TONIGHT WAS DIFFERENT

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(the art of dance)


The dance tonight was different. The spirits in the room moved me to dream walk my belief even to further heights. I soared next to peace that occupied the space. I danced with the Mother of fertility, ancient souls of motherhood. I soared next to The Grandmother’s assurance that everything’s going to be okay if humankind will but allow their love to prevail throughout heaven, the Heart(H) of Creation, the (H)eartH, home.
(Silence…)
The dance tonight was different. The joyful spirit danced along with me, much to my happiness, to my longing to dance with the Spirit of Love, that my belief could be whole with you and you and you and you and so on, until we, the wingless angels, those of flesh and bone, pushing down Love instead of raising it up, begin our rise…
It took me too long to find myself here. Where was I going?


© 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime

The Heaven I Paint is the Heaven I Get. The Hell I Paint is Mine as well…

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(Holly Friesen - The Roaring Inside)
The heaven I paint is the heaven I get. The hell 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, the eartH.

(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 as it is in heaven, in heaven as it is on earth! We are home! Heaven is indeed ours to paint!)

Heaven is mine to paint!

(Humankind are angels! Woe to the next line… Brothers and sisters of Love, humankinds been led away from Truth. Humankind’s been stumbling their thick arses across the globe like raving zombies! Humankind’s set their air off with a foul venom, humankind has deadened the soil from a rabid race,…

THE LANDSCAPE'S BEEN LITTERED WITH MY FORMER SELF SCRAPING ITS JERKING CORPSE ACROSS HEAVEN LIKE I OWNED THE PLACE

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(Mother eartH is Waking Up)
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 shrieked and began to change directions. I believe...
The landscape's been littered with my former self scraping its jerking corpse across Heavenly (H)eartH like I owned the place! Indifference after indifference, sightlessness run rampant hand to hand, heart to heart, spirit to spirit, love to love! O! My shadow is all but gone, my payment, the suffering witnessed through eyes gazing upon Heaven…
(You’re ready.)


© 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime

5.29.12 THE LOVE FOUND IN THIS BELIEF IS THE LOVE OF CREATION AND WE HUMANS ARE DEFILING THE HEART(H), YET STILL, WE IMAGINE...

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This mind needs to rest, but it’s kind of busy at this leg of my journey. Many of you seem to understand that it is from my Heart(H) that I’m expressing my thoughts, the Love I speak of belongs to Creation.

The Love I’ve found in my belief is the Love of Creation.

(And humankind is defiling the Heart(H), yet still imagine they’re destined for righteous glory...)

Have I earned her love?

Have I been silent long enough to sense Truth?

(Does it end with Love of all and everything?)

Might I, after my debasement of Love‘s (H)eartH, truly still imagine that I’m on my way to Heaven?

Love is everything.

(Humankind’s mind hasn’t imagined itself even remotely near to Love.)

Life is Love. Love is Laughter. Love is water. Love is forest. Love is rain. Love is wind. Love is thunder. Love is the moon. Love is the ocean. Love is the sea. Love is snow. Love is animal. Love is spirit. Love is comfort. Love is without hunger. Love does not imagine. Love is we and everything. Love is.

Let me begin…

(…

The Time Has Come. Let us Begin to Unchain Her...

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There was one star in the midnight sky. It vaguely winked at me as if it were distracted by other things; chaos, wars, murder, greed. I think the heaven’s lookout, this singular star that kept watch through the foggy clouds, appeared to drift closer, a sentry pacing my night. The blessed sentry, the Great Grand-Mother, Life, Love and Truth for all of our nights, seen or unseen.

It’s time they said. (It’s time to begin. It is time to set your beliefs aside and come together in commonality, come together in Love! You must cleanse this world of manmade poisons and begin to care for her shores, her oceans, her forests and sacred lands before her patience snaps in two and she quivers her verse through rock and clay or delivers her message for a boulder to come down calling. She’ll stomach the pain of its healing long before she’ll stomach the pain of humankind’s suicidal journey.)

(Don’t leave out the charade.)

Oh Yes! Let’s play a charade! Let’s act, as if I’m sightless to and unaware o…

5.29.12 THE WIND BLOWS ITS COLD THROUGH THE DARK AND THE WILLOW TREE KICKS HER ARMS AND SUMMONS ME TO DREAM MY BELIEF TO THE PLEASURE OF LOVE

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(Kaleidoscope of Autumn - Love These Pics)
The wind blows its cold through the dark and the willow tree kicks her arms and summons me to dream my belief to the pleasure of Love. On bent knee I cry out into the darkness. Nothing. I beseech the wind to forgive me. Nothing. I plead with the soil to allow me another chance to serve Creation. Tremble, drum, string, wind, breathing Love throughout Peace & Love’s kingdom.

She calls to me. She yearns for my Peace and Love to come laughing in my confident hands, drip from my every breath, from my deeds.

(No one shall be in Heaven until they realize where they are.)


© 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime

THERE IS NOT ONE CHILD ALIVE TODAY BECAUSE OF A BOMB CONSTRUCTED OF PROFIT

There’s this rule I follow. Treat all as my equal. All.
(There’s a drum in that and a violin. There’s a flute letting down her hair, a cello thrumming its way into my heart. Boom! Boom went the bomb when humankind’s tongue began to toil, money’s more precious than even Heaven, but not oil! Money’s the root and greed has drawn man as a stick figure in a land of trees.)
There’s not one child alive today because of a bomb constructed from greed! 
(Boom! Boom! Boom is not for man’s virulent rage and loveless smirks spinning their shells into a final war, a self-propelled Armageddon, Boom! Boom! Boom!)
Boom is for Creation. The profit from misery recoils in gloom and leaves all without breath, without flesh, without.
(You’re too frightened to think beyond your nose, you’re pushed up against your loving glass trying to steal a glance of your true reflection! Why does the magnitude of Love hold us here?)
I’ll not find heaven until I Love. 
(When eternity plunges within the spirit, you will know hea…

5.29.12 IF I HAVE A DOCTRINE LET IT CONTAIN ONLY THESE THREE WORDS- “THIS”, “IS”, and “HEAVEN”

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(Heaven and a New eartH)
This is the belief I chose. What of Love? Might it soar like the awe found in the first moment recognizing where one has landed? Might it urge we feed our brethren? Might it urge that we end all wars? All murder, suicide and greed? Might it take away our blindness that we might recognize the self-erected hell of humankind and realize our gravest sin…? Where was I?
(The sin of humankind is greed, the gravest, their inability to fully love. Creation’s acknowledgement for our loveless veins…
We can only tread so long until the cab bends with the wind and the rain and the grave sorrow of the tree.
(That’s where you were?)
No. I was not there, yet I know of its eternity. I have flown with the angels. I have fused my words with the sweet sounds of Love, and a belief emerged from under her grasp! I writhe, in Heaven, evermore…
I saw myself fall pray to my own belief. It struck me when I least expected it, it has danced inside of me forever. In all of Life lives this oth…

5.29.12 Two. Twenty. Twelve.

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(Consciousness Evolves - Philaletheianes)
What music is that? It sounds fearful, it sounds frightful, and we believe and turn our favors inward and go blind to Life’s creation and endure the hardships and wars and murder and greed which come charging upon our doorstep in our shoes and taps on the glass to wake our sleeping affections and whisper into laughter’s ear the joyous things that serve as echo chamber to God’s sweet and eternal love.

The air writhed in cello as my mind swayed with the strings, the music, painted as big as a welcome home sign, moved me to smile upon her glee in me. Creation could not be happier with me, my love, Mother, birth, Grandmother, earth, Godmother, truth, Father, mountains, Home. Grandfather, Great Grandfather and Heaven- God The Mother, God the Father, and God the Spirit. Belief. Love…

Might I see what others believe? Might I then wed the two into a lovely marriage, a music so profound it strokes the heart in a cacophony of instruments as varied as t…

It Is Not Mine Alone to Hold...

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(Saffron Craig)
I’m judging them one by one, these visions that writhe before me! She calls to us-

We sought you, it isn’t about you, Mark Richard Prime it is throughout you! It is not the fame they seek, it is but the truth…
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Person: So...r u a poet or something???/

Mark: I'm a writer, yes. Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and the eartH...

Person: Ok kewl just wondering thanks I need it right now!!!

Mark: You are most welcome, my friend...

Person: Tammy: ‎;) Thanks!!

(Love: Side thought- Hello, brother, neighbor, friend. You’re learning…)

Person: When I read the line "It is I, Mark Richard Prime, greeting your sorrow with Love," a tear rolled slowly out of the corner of my eye and down my cheek. Why? I don't know. Maybe it's because I realized there is somebody out there, somebody who I don't get to see much of anymore, who really cares about other people, their real feelings and the expression of love. Maybe that's what prompted the tear. Then ag…

THE PIGGISH FLAG SLAPS IN THE WIND

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The piggish flag slaps in the wind behind the backdrop of mechanical beasts.
(And the willow?)
She stood with her ancient limbs calling downward in leafless sorrow, pleading I surface in my breath with Creation, with Love.
(That you raise your voice now in joy, most thankful for your fortune of being in Heaven.)
The eartH, it is Heaven. Heaven, eartH
(Do not pretend that you’ve nothing to lose just because everything, according to your belief, is going to be okay in the end. Do not cover your eyes if you can’t believe… raise your arms, drop to your knees, and pray to what you know beneath your feet! )
It’s happening- and on my knees, I find Home… Rejoice! Heaven awaits my full Love!
(But you are not worthy, you’re guilty!)
Now! Now is the only moment that counts, Curmudgeon! We are free to have Heaven, or if can choose to create hell, its been arranged by humankind to have one.
It is not the time to get angry at my plea, it is time, however, to acknowledge the sound of truth. If I fail, …

Humming Bird, Here With Us...

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(ShutterLuv - Here with us, the Hummingbird)
(Do not cease your love of your fellow human, Mark Richard Prime. Embrace all with the same regard, for you are equals.)
The formation of Life, Creation, Love, and Laughter has seen more forgiving than my grey hairs have the right to. …Let’s have a talk about my Love.
My Love longs for us to curl up next to one another, to hold each other and cherish the other. Require the bond to lay my head near hers and she sends her Loving breath through me- I sense telling chills.
Goodnight my lovely angel Love.
(Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and your eartH…)


© 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime

Am I in Heaven?

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I'm in Heaven? I’ve been blind indeed, Christ...
Is there no dignity left in my parasitic carcass than this? My beholden is the eartH, the Heart(H) of Creation!
(If the eartH’s song does not satisfy, you are too intolerant. The truth comes with both, spirit and the knowledge of Love, and if they came at the same time, Mark Richard Prime, you’d either, wobble around drooling of your ignorance, or death would come weaving its potion over you to absolve you of your gravest sin.)
When did I garner the nerve to question Creation? Have I questioned man’s books? Have I confused the truth through deceitful lenses, lenses so overflowing with beauty upon the surface that the eartH just had to suffer my shortsighted imaginings? Will this time be the last time?
(Silence…)
The key is to be grateful and content with where I am. Not with my words, they mean very little in the larger scheme of things, but with my actions and my ability to just be. Action is truly the only prayer. If you see a wrong, …