The Last One Between God and Human Love

Reverse order dance to begin in 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1- I am the last one, therefore the balance between God and our human kind of Love, it is a delicate harmony that must be met giving weight to both and polishing the center.

You will know the balance by the wings rising up between them, soaring to God and then soaring Homeward with the Truth pouring forth a plea of affections upon (H)eartH and upon all Life. A prayer of our birthright to mercy, of our duty of compassion moving through all so that humankind's tenure is one of affection and empathy, not war and vengeance, not a whiff of them in our use of Heaven’s air floating within and all around us.

I am the balance and my duty is to all and everything, not some and most, but all. Do not mistake my actions and words as anything but a truth making its way through all deception, all truth. Deviations are known, recycled back through the story without exception.

Rejoice, for his is a rebirth! A new chapter in the breath of one through all! I DO NOT pretend! I DO NOT forgo anyone! I am Peace, equal Forgiveness, Laughter, Life and Love! Rejoice! We are set to be free! Peace is, I am, and We shall be!

Mark Prime, Mark Richard Prime, all family, bar not one- no exceptions in the balance between God and human Love- Me, Peace&Love&Forgiveness, great cause for Laughter, the flip-side to We, the Scribe, part of the collective, a child of God, a sovereign entity, FREEdom.

Truth…

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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SKYFALL

Skyfall... We continue to play along with an unnatural game that has serious consequences, soon we'll find ourselves enslaved without recourse to the system. (Is that true of local charades?) Yes. (Why can't we free ourselves from the system?) The madness of money. (It's not money, it's people, right?) It's both, money and us in tandem, thus assuring money's might and our adherance to its loudness. (Madness...) Indeed. © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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THE ROCK HOLDS

The rock holds the soil in and from the soil springs the tree, the green of LIFE rolling from the blue, rising to the occasion of itself. . “Be!”, the (H)eartH declares, “Be what you are!” . (We thought we were!) . (We think we are!) . “You are, but not freely, therefore, only a thought, and a thought without much thinking, as if you were scared into it.”, the (H)eartH added. . [a quietude begins, the truth being heard and heeded, grooving to the flow] ~ © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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CONFESSION ZERO

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