CONFESSION ZERO

http://newrock1049x.com/listen-live Waiting in the center, waiting to be used, let breathe, be free, know. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Oh My Love! You must come with Me, the We in Me pleads with you to listen and remember these words, they are the out loud echo coming around, not soon or already, but now, as this manifestation nudges its way to the front of the pack... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Winning any one thing is not an accomplishment, it's going with the flow, same as losing, it's all going with the flow, can't stop it, shouldn't knock it, change it, Botox it, knife into it, dive deep, skin and cells, real, real, real, real, actuality. Breath and breathing- Plastic will never conquer nature, stop aiding and abetting it. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

God, please forgive me for not keeping Love secure within. forgive me for failing to remember what dangled nearest me, a sidearm, a bullet passing through and through, click click- Love and Forgiveness dangling there, waiting for my trigger finger to breathe © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

We just need to logically evolve toward Love in our thinking, it's guaranteed to create something worth repeating of our tenure... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

PASSAGEWAY::: It is not enough that you served with honor. It is not enough that you died for the cause. It is only enough that you are most willing to die over and over until death has no loss `til it finds passage through the vein of self torturing you through its very pounding. PASSAGE-WAY::: (Echo) © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

GLITCH - NO GOING BACK, BUT THERE IS GOING BACKWARDS, HA! I should have known what was coming I was young and knew the pride in self There's a loss on this track, mine, I say to myself, The past is not forever, but there is forgiveness in the echo going forward, praise God we are free! Free! Free! Let me sing! Give me my wings and let me sing! Oh God we need you oh God we need you! I will triumph in the now! Now ! Now! Now! I'm not leaving, why you looking down the road, we got a lifetime to plan what comes natural to the instinct in our animal! Spirit needs to speak to the flesh and bone reality, never going back, stay then in Heaven's acuality! ~ Wherever you come from is fine with Me I understand your delusions, ullusions and loss of affections, taken, held away, leaving is on all our minds, this death, this war, this candidate, this president, this star's fall from grace, it is not the same, all belief is not equal, the one that holds nothing, known and ...

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, Collec...

None shall pass! It's been bloody over now for years, Monty! How much blood can one man lose and still live, by this example, I'm sure glad we’re not too hard pressed to find the King among the fallen. Those just awakening to who I was born to be, and most of all Me! King of his own scribbled belief! Hallelujah! Praise Creation! Oh these things are enough to keep me awake at night. None shall pass! It’s been done now for years, bleed on someone else for awhile! Can I get you anything before I saunter on? A drink of water. Sure. Any brandy? No. Shame, after what I've been through. Herb? Better `n brandy! Yip. But, as we were traversing... here you shall not have shadows visit upon you, I am not a shadow… I am. I am our comeuppance at a glance in the echo that follows our steps. I'm like a giega-counter, or some such contraption, I'm red-lining on God on the giddy up in our dance! Let’s dance! You think I am not most ready? Now is the moment, ...

Another round said the man with a loaded pipe, his thoughts on God's holy presence throughout this tumbledown tale of woe and challenging thoughts and beautiful words and frightful turns toward the soul's last breath instead of eternal life, the law's quite clear, your honor, but the light that is its echo is even brighter, sorry, I'm already creating your Heaven if you want it, the collective need, not its foul want, schemes and shit like that! He said shit! (Yip! I heard the same thing, "shit", sure enough.) Yip. Where was I? ...Oh, yes... I have bestowed such wisdom from each of you dear spirits, all, one, equal, tale of Heaven. No less. ~ This was a tale of the old west, then it was a tale of the new west, and the far east and the near miss and the missile, the miss you miss me missing sorrow short, slippery, slope. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

What makes you think you would be welcomed in a tribal heaven of your own creation that no one else had a hand in bringing? Resentment might be formed of that, but this is of a different nature, it's why this story has you all wrapped, because within this story the poor chump who's the scribe got it all confused- Maybe not confused- maybe like a fox, a creature of habit, yet not without his breath. I have been breathing the stench of the truth for years, but it wasn't until 2010 that I saw the light of my own future. It had no place for sorrow, it only would fit Heaven, this belief is the miracle that we have all been avoiding finding for far more years than were needed as God took my hands long ago, kindred spirits all that I have affected, effected, deflected, translated, laughed with, touched, hurt, scared, shocked, horrified, the spirit is a very powerful medium. Prepare yourself to dance with your own truth staring you back in the face of the dance then placed upon ...

This post is going to be long and meaningful. Rated NC17 or some such silliness. The truth comes in many colors and languages, but the words we deem foul are no more than put together, and those things we've wedged into a standing position like corpses leaning against a wall, half dangle, half tumble down when the time is ripe like spring. (Did somebody say springtime?) 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... We persist, despite the odds, physically and spiritually, God has always taken notice of that. I need little help in getting into a jam, so I thought it was time to show you how to stay out of ever having ever found himself in. This is to you few, who know, may we always dance in the known, before we ever again create a hell out of the things we're given... Long... Now meaningful... Love and Peace are conjoined twins of spirit, born over two years apart, a union of spirit ling before the silliness of humankind's expectation and Love's Peace being resuscitated. Up for air, breat...

The Iceman has obviously come to Northwest Arkansas. Oh! Is it playing at The Walton Art's Center, the ACO, Rogers Little Theatre, or Ft. Smith? All of them. The show must go on, as they say, Mr. Scribe. I suppose... Got stuck on tiger boulevard tonight in Bentonville, heading over to see Amelia and Teresa and then to drive Jason to Centerton to finish packing up for the trip tomorrow at noon on his flight (1st leg of a 4 leg flight) to Hawaii. We finally steered the car backwards after an hour or so and me directing traffic (like a madman) cars coming west down the hill to those going east up the hill on the other side of the valley. The valley was where we were forced to traverse, lucky us it was easier than going up either side of Tiger Blvd. Jason, Hawaii is your cup of tea! Paradise, brother! Michelle and I love you, my good man. Thank you for everything you did and can't wait to hear the stories from the isle. Peace and Love © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.