Reasonable Human

HUMAN: O! This is Heavenly Home! Why must I swamp the landscape with my foul ugliness?

REASON: Surely your causes,your beliefs, can summon a greatness to flow from the spirit?

HUMAN: It has been my reality and I could not know it until the truth was revealed to me of my course. It's no one's fault but my own for having breached the sanctity of Life, Love and then God. I am not a lost child, I am found. Now I pay my penance, lift all to a Heavenly spirit that's been waiting for humankind to finally create a model beneath their feet for their imagined heavens, it would serve the (H)eartH well to be so imagined...

REASON: Fear chose you so long ago now.

HUMAN: I never once felt truly afraid of what had a hold of me. My spirit would sometime's soar, but it soon took the fearful direction on the pathway toward Love and the (H)eartH and child and mother and loyalty and friend and forgiveness and peace. I've climbed my way to the surface of Heaven, boy I sure didn't like what I saw when my eyes finally opened.

REASON: I was a tad bit behind and had to play catch-up and fast and this poor schlub, Mark Richard Prime, hadn't a wise-ass clue as to what he was tumbling toward...

HUMAN: The silence was overtaken by the traffic, but not before I caught a glimpse of why I'm here in this moment, Love and Forgiveness anointed me with Peace and Laughter. I am a new person, born again after I suffered for the sins of the self, and that's all of us.)

REASON: Surely you've not suffered enough for 7 billion sinners, human?

HUMAN: Perhaps not, but I can guarantee you this, I will not return empty handed. The spirit of Love and Creation's (H)eartH move within me and this journey has just begun!

REASON: Sins are the rub. Without them it would leave Love, Forgiveness, Peace, Laughter, Truth and Goodness as model for humankind's desired Heaven.

HUMAN: Sin’s another word for fear and there’s no room at the inn.

REASON: Boom boom said the noise outside my frame!
Bing bang said the scribe who temporarily forgot his name.
Rat a tat tat went the story,
As if an urgency in its message summoned a drum.

HUMAN: I will keep my belief and beg of you to summon a dance with me that I might do what I’m intended to do…

ROOT OF

"For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs." __1 Timothy 6:10 It is MONEY, not the LOVE of it that is the issue, the true problem. Love, in and of itself, is never a problem, WANT and NEED, or better yet- the WANT and the conundrum of its very REQUIREMENT for our survival IS the problem, it's creation and our blind use of it is logically the ROOT. In other words, let's leave LOVE out of it altogether and deal with the facts instead. If money were not made by us as a requirement for our survival, we'd find ourselves in a much better position to argue of its need and our want of it. MRP Peace and Love © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

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........•SHRIEKING MACHINE•........ •HEAD-LINES• •RIP• ---(“Russian missiles blast Ukrainian military academy and hospital, killing more than 50, officials say”)--- There are no more lessons to learn here, no more beds to hold the human wounded, just missile’s shrieking their grotesque ode, The Death of Humankind! RIP, children of God… ---(“Hundreds attend Mercer Island vigil, march for murdered Israeli hostages”)--- Dear mourners, this is the brutal vacuum of a genocidal, terror-filled, indiscriminate war-machine made of fear and we are all hostages to its deafening roar! RIP, children of God… ---(“10-year-old allegedly confesses to fatally shooting 82-year-old man and his daughter”)--- I must confess, this is part of war’s shrieking, children lost with a we...

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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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