Alone and Talking to God

Am I alone and talking to God? Scratch that, I wouldn't be alone.
Am I having an extended conversation with God? Has it gone on long enough, or are you prepared to follow through with your intent toward Me and mine.

(There's a swift echo with that last.)

Listen for your own fear in that, I've none to speak of.

(I'm not afraid of anything or anyone.)

Let me introduce you to all and everything, bet that'd change your mind.

(I'm tired.)

Me, too.

(Let's go to sleep.)

Yes. Sleep sounds blissful, much like Love, Laughter, Peace and Forgiveness.

(Sweet dreams.)

What is expected of us?

(Silence...)

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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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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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