AN AWFUL USE OF SPIRIT

Indoctrination is an awful use of the human spirit. It deadens the legs and leaves us to flop our death around instead of giving rise to our life…

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How does one go about manifesting the thing that requires belief? I was light-years behind the curve, I needed a miracle, words to ease the years of the pain of not knowing, yet sensing I was on my way. The guidance that is God is most mesmerizing, especially when you discover God from within… we are but children of the evolution of the spirit, God’s creations, (H)eartH’s care and sustenance. Let’s worship what we know for a while, I believe that it’ll solve these many mystery’s hidden from view by the sheer height of such absolutes found in our undoubtedly brazen ignorance, another way of saying we held onto our pride for far too long… let it go… set it free… Be.

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I’ve been becoming my own God, not separate from God, but with God’s tutelage as it was intended for us to be… I am. I shall manifest this truth within Me and pray I’m not the only one who understands…

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We have our manifestation now, without my knowing of their coming with intent toward Me, enough of those and instinct dispenses with such notions instantly. Might as well ask me about God, about, Home, about Heaven, about Laughter, about Love, about Peace? While you’re at it, ask Michelle the questions you desire to know the answers to and she and I will give them away with good tidings. But you hoodwink Love and you’ll be in one heck of a mess with Peace…

The use of me for profit won't need waste my time, those seeking prophet? Well I am.

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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