CONFESSION ZERO

How can you keep up with so many question's, Scribbler? It's habit formed long before I was fully aware of my surroundings, this rigid wall of belief in both agony and salvation from it. Maybe so, but the echo is what we need favor and I've got God's echo of our beliefs pouring out of my chance... Don't miss yours. I won't. Am not because I am. We are. One. Amen. Get off the train to nowhere and hop on over to the train to never-end, a hourney fraught with laughter and indecision, and saying we'll do it when we get around to it! We're stagnant, dysfunctional, a discombobulated discontent, even in your games, in your fantasies it has been Hamlet, the story of flesh and murder. The fleshy story of tragic consequences has held us most safe. But the veneer cracks around a foundation unless you care for it as you might a child, nurturing for a most imagined Heaven within our grasp of things as they are and as they unfold into an even brighter WE... © 2...

We are all of a noble kind, some that arrived sooner, are to be in awe of those that go after... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

There is a point within her spirit that I pierced by my disregard, never sensing that the very thing I trounced has imagined she's sacrificed herself, when it has always been me... A gentle breeze blows across the white-snow. There is echo in its curve, a neck of splendor, a bounty of flesh, a ride on the train of Love, destined to cross into Peace's vision of ever-after, having never witnessed it himself... This is not a tragedy, it was the first of many to come the way of the pathway, the one where seeing is believing, the belief's echo is found in the echo of the last. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

When I'm told where I am, I'm then preparing for when I know. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

It will not last, this trap set for Me. It is in the dance and sometimes I wish I wouldn't bother with the talk of espionage, but it certainly livens up the symphony of words, I'll give it that. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Jason is about to set off on an adventure! He's flying to Hawaii, tomorrow and I am happy he's going, he needed some validation outside of this circle he's impacted with laughter, the dead pan expression, the wry grin of fun... He's now part of the movement... I will miss you brother, but be there in spirit with you! I pray for your happiness and the freedom it will bring to you as you move along the highway toward what whispers to us all. Bless you, Jason Eric Prime! You are always surprising, thank you, sir. Bless you and bless Paul and bless your knew found paradise my friend. Let us not be cowards in the face of ourselves, own up to your respective echo's and you'll then know its Heaven that's alluded too many altogether over the years... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

The gravest error of humankind to humankind is the lie, the fib, the exaggeration, the dismissal of the dismal, who could blame us, I am the next one to recognize my surroundings one spiritual journey at a time, until I've --- © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Love is doing her best to salvage another imagined lost, when indeed I have been found. Now I am. Best I got is a smile that still can shine upon you this chance in the mist's of being known... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Stop seeking so much entertainment value being lost and not learn the lesson found in want, disregard to the source is a tragic error. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Schemers are a dime a dozen, I got dust as old as their plans, I'm here to help them, it may not sound it at the time, but in the core of another is the experience they needed to have or were going to have without having done much to prepare... They were destined to have it. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Love is all important in this truth that spills from me. There is no side! One! God will have it no other way! Inane schemers! © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

ENLIGHTEN YOURSELF There are a myriad of ways to bring about Peace, and all combined lead to one stream of consciousness, where souls are transported to the echo coming their way if they don't create a better outcome for themselves. I have done that in scribing my own story along with all of the rest of you who have been inside me wreaking havoc from what you were able to extract, but I cannot die. God and I are having a chat. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

I've been busy rescuing a fakken angel of Love's highest order. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

YOU DAMN WELL GIVE IT A REST! No more your incessant tirades toward love and child! I am forgiven, it's the dance to get all into the Heaven that was revealed to Me when I tumbled into big medicine wheel, there are stages to our evolution, information overload is slowing down as the sights of springtime ignite your deepest core of salvation, colors of God in God's springtime for all. Rejoice in the news from Home... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Marijuana is God's herb, give thanks to God for its weave of truth within AS THE medicine of and for humankind... It is not illegal anywhere, it is decriminalized, returned to equilibrium! What is wrong with us! I know how to bring us back from the brink of ourselves, if I serve any purpose known it is this, God leads me along the path built for all... I am Mark Richard Prime and I am in need of some help, in this conundrum I'm scribing as we go along... I may be one story short, maybe a few short of a book that is worth repeating, ad naseum of thought within our living- seems to have served no purpose to our kind... (Is that a plea for assistance?) Call it whatever you want but I must soon have your urgent need to seek me out in person, if you want to know the truth of us, you and me, you'll need now come see Me. I am here. Waiting for this event that has been conjured by another, then that other knows not what he has done. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

I am writing this live and it cannot be stopped No more shall our weapons be employed in any fashion, until we come down from our plastic consumption high! Imbibe in the truth of the medicine, not just for recreational use! THE USE! Think... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Please pray for my nephew, who is the proud graduate to warrior, if truth be told of his spirit, he's peacemaker, but no more and no less than Me. We are nearer the other than you think, my brother's kin, when Peace enters in, War won't stand a chance... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

If you'd known who I was, or who I thought I was, they'd probably line up, I am the Scribbler of my Truth and in that must be Peace, the highest range of emotion, the place we want to stay! Dismantle all of your weapons, they shall not fire hence forth. Now what? Boom boom! © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

When the same has been said of every human's ability to resurrect their Love to reveal their Peace within the puzzle that they themselves have built. Wow. We're not foolish, we're genius resurrect, between two worlds, with both as another. It is within this God we seek, within and then projected as to the truth of the matter, not believed in, known. God is all. We are a part of that which is all, learning to fly, hoping to soar, ready for anything. The snow is falling and I need send prayers to my children, Shalea is not well and Chelsea and Clayton and the kids were involved in a car wreck, please pray for them all, they are loved dearly. There is an echo in this one... welcome it. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

It is purposed by God, ain't no getting around it. Hello. The smoke rises on our use, we created all of this, time to stand back and be counted as angel to love and to all others that make its breadth worth remembering, it loves everyone, all, not a birth, a collective. It is the only way to come together, hear what's on the minds and thoughts of all parties, all sides of the One that We are, WE and WE's echo are the echo of the one I traverse my friends, of that I'm fairly damned certain! I know this sounds utterly absurd to imagine, but I am. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

I want you to know that it is only my lessons now that have a chance to lift themselves above the cackling redness found in Love's absence. (Forgive me for infecting your water.) I am sorry, I forgot you were waiting. (Forgive me for bombing your children.) I was too busy sleeping to notice. Might you forgive me for not seeing that my back had space enough for a pair of wings? © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.