Skip to main content

THE BIRDSONG GRABBED ME HERE, WRITING THINGS TO PRAY, TO ASK OF GOD, TO RELEASE THE TRUTH TO ME, NOT KNOWN, BUT MOST READY


Just Be, one for the agnostic and atheist!

Pray! One for Humanity!

Worship of God! One for the Christian's, Muslims and Jews- One for- Ummm- Worship of God? One. Says to me, be careful how one worships...

There's a misuse of power nestled into your fearful story, Love.

The truth is I am and you are, truth is the truth, when it is spoken it can never be heard as a lie unless manipulation is the intent. Enough of that particular truth. Pray for my Love's health, serve her no grief, let her heal from this fools use, soon the man I was born to be will rise up to stay in Me, thank you for trying, Kind Spirits but now is not then, when then becomes now, we'll both know one another as brother or sister, mother or father, uncle and aunt, grand and great mothers and fathers, neices and nephews, child, children, youth, birth, nurture- I am no fool, I know what is coming without knowing, the dance is most familiar. Let me save you the heartache of defeat, let it go, God's got this, I'm just the fool who latched onto his brother's reserve of spirit, of his sisters reserve of spirit, of prayer, of innocence, of hope, of laughter, of revelation to what is being done against Me without my knowledge.

You think you get to abuse Love and Peace as if you owned them? Think again said the One.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

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

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

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