MEEK BY MEEK, DAY BY DAY, NIGHT BY NIGHT, MEEK BY MEEK

The meek indeed inherit the (H)eartH, come the revolution of truth's comeuppance. We do not shy from its burnish. Too much to salvage to stop living, I speak the language of those that've been through the ringer, my fellow finely-feathered spirits. I love you all dearly and cannot wait to embrace you as my own in awareness, dear friends! I have so desperately tried to find you in my dance, I am awkward, but controlled to even beyond my knowledge, God's capable of anything. Dance with why that is before you dance with it in the flesh and bone reality of the spirit shown to you on your medicinal journey. When we stopped looking for things to believe in, to help trace our footprints into a known trajectory of Heaven if it's believed in, we lost our way toward the truth, when matters truly begin to fall away when religion becomes the history instead of the facts!

Home is (H)eartH, the Heaven beneath the feet- Mother, Father, Sister, Brother, Family, a circle, One, Collective, Truth, Engage, Translate, Disengage, reignite, Samsonite, what the, pink ribbons for care, it's going to resonate with the hue in all skin, pink toward flesh leading away... engage spirit, salvage the err of Love's way. Enter Peace. Me. Nobody is going to say different. Jason, carry these words to the island, we'll sing them together, yours and mine in the progression of truth found in creation if one can believe like his brother... Boom boom the bong, this is our tribal brother's song, the mist of choice, the truth of God...

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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