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Dear Joseph, lucky for you, all businesses accept money, even that which is spent by judgmental representatives.

Odd thing about you being (seen as) a representative of the people of Oklahoma, Joseph, did the oath you took say anything about denouncing gays, did it encourage discrimination against them or anyone in your district? No? Then why are you insisting on being discriminatory? Shame on you, brother. Articles of Impeachment might be a viable pathway for the people you "represent" to follow.

Bless you and yours, Joseph.

Mark r. Prime

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


Forgiveness comes at birth for all, therefore, we either make a "Heaven" with what we're given or we create a "Hell" beneath our feet by what we believe. There is a balance to be met, we are far from meeting that balance given our over-consumption and unwillingness to find an equilibrium that ends all wars, feeds all people, respects all of Life, loves everyone and cherishes Home.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Dear David Barton...

David Barton Says There Will Be No AIDS Cure Because It’s God’s Punishment For Being Gay

Dear David, you say that the US has spent 10 billion on the cure, as if that is wasteful and sinful, and then you say you don't think we'll ever find a cure for aids because their, homosexuals, bodies are penalizing them for their "lifestyle". By those standards, what do you make of the 4.4 trillion spent on the "war on terror"?

Economic Costs Summary: $4.4 Trillion and Counting -

 It's ungodly to spend 10 billion on aids, but spending 4.4 trillion on war is the righteous thing to do?

David, I find your message to be devoid of any critical thought. You believe that the bible is the directive for humankind, so, David, surely you follow all of the commandments set forth in your book? What about the death penalty? Where do you stand on that?

"Jesus flatly rejected the Old Testament principle of taking …


© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


Let us remember, spirit, the time has come, it is not something we can avoid.
Come walk along beside Me, We could certainly use some air.

Let us drink nature's water, not humankind's unnatural experiment. Fools.
Let us put our hand and feet in the soil and celebrate our Heaven's tallness.
Let Me honor the vows where no deceit has been done against the truth as I knew and saw it.
I divorce myself from all man-made laws and rules and institutions, all of them!

I am wed to humankind by my very nature, beholden to myself and those vows taken with the truth already known. The other way around is not a vow, it is entrapment. Period. I shall rise beyond such foolishness as plans hatched for and against these words that pour forth from Mark Richard Prime's union with only the honest side of Love, not the pile of plans concocted long before awareness came to Me. That union is soured and can only be sweetened by divulging the full truth and nothing but the truth, so help Me, …


© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Patriotism Nationalism, Definition

"...When these are exhibited in a reasonable degree and without ill thoughts about others and hostile actions towards them, that is patriotism; when they become unbridled and cause one to think ill of others and act badly towards them, that is nationalism. Conveniently enough, it usually turns out that we are patriots, while they are nationalists (see Billig 1995, 55–59)."

They are bunk-mates are Patriotism and Nationalism.
Their dreams are near the other.

If one is "patriotic" to country there is great chance that if their country makes plans for war against another country, one easily goes from patriotism to "nationalism" in the blink of an eye.

Patriotism and Nationalism are the same beast, one's seen as "reasonable" while the other comes from the first's unreasonableness. Fix this problem- be less patriotic and nationalistic and be more prideful to have a Home to fly our flags, salute or march. Fi…


There are three things that bother me about this photo.
1. It can be summed up with one word, pride.
2. The assault rifle, the flag and the bible are incorporated.
3. The only thing in the photo that is natural to the human posing, is the landscape seen in the background.

Too prideful.
Too much accumulated ignorance.
Too violent.

Too rigid.
Too deadly.
Too much.
© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


The world's just smart enough to be war-mongers and not even know it... Israel's hands are all up in too many things, same with the US, and, there is little doubt, Iran is or would be up to imagining the same control. All world "leaders" need to let all others be and do their best to govern within their respective borders to alleviate hunger, thirst, war, genocide, economic pressure, and overall well being of its citizenry. I look forward to the day when the people triumph because they obeyed their collective conscience, this rather beneficial instinct we so often forget we possess.

Israel, USA and Iran, stand down your wars!
Peace and Love is where you will find your greatest ally.
One, for being the base of all mathematical suppositions,
One is the most unassuming numbers for being the base of all math, creation, One, the collective who...

And there we thought it all began from nothing...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


Love and Peace's objectives overlap on the circle, when that moment arrives again, dance... Soon the lines will blend into the illumination of Peace and Love's fullness, then, and only then, I pray that this is the will of God... Truth not Doctrine. (H)eartH not Church. Forgiveness a given and Love and Peace seen together planning for the future of Love and Peace. Bravo and well deserved, children. I make no choices really, I'm a robotic arm for what has Me. (The devil!) Don't be silly, evil has man's face, it is man's fears that bring about evil. Have none in you, for even lingering fear can distort the truth before you...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


When you are being squeezed by fear and loathing, the best thing to do is to come in the back door some other time. olleH.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


I left a trail of spirit to trace our way back, if going forward begins to feel backwards in the direction we happen to be going around the circle. It is worthy of our focus to assure that Peace and Love together are firmly in front of the revolution already under way...

We are legion, we are strong, we are peacemakers and love-makers, the balance between Truth and Belief. Since we don't/didn't know the truth yet to the Scribe's place in the story, it is best to see it as Actuality.

Can't beat `em? Create a better story, one without Hell. A story whose free-flow and method, tells Me it's moving forward with my thinking. No wonder you've kept me under wraps. No telling what you're up against and you think I don't stand a chance? I do stand a very good chance in this story, it is ours and we are all angels hovering upon Heaven's floor, Home away from Home. It's genius in its invisibilty is deciet. I've got an instinct for that.

Rat a tat tat…

23. heaven, story, humankind

I'll not let go until all is Heaven and all are in it, within it, known, never forgotten again. Humankind is a simple beast who thinks they're smarter than the next ignorant beast it meets. Nobody's wrong and nobody's right. (That sucks, it's like a yo yo that's missing its string.)

I am most grateful to the full breadth of the spirit that I have affected and thereby carried with me throughout my lifetime. I didn't know it, but it is true, it does stand up to reason.

24. You kind spirits all within Me, you are a part of this story, body and spirit. Grateful. Thank you, fine and finely feathered friends. Bless you each and everyone. I am here.

25. Now.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Exodus: Gods And Kings - PREAMBLE

When it comes to War, God is not with any side, too many spirit's crushed by War's sway, too many children breathe no more frome War's pace, erase it now, this demon of control, of wealth, before it becomes the way inside itself, it would not sustain the weight, it'd swallow us whole. War is not the answer, never was, never will be. Rise up with Peace and Love, You and Me...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


Lift the veil already, would ya? We've been clueless for too long. Of course if you lift it too soon you might sense that clueless to Heaven means we were clueless to our own creation of Hell...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


God's objectives are irrelevant to us since we do not know them, our objectives requires that we bow to Home as most precious. You can do it, your animal wants to, but your spirit is hesitant. Don't get lost on the trail before you even realize that you're on it.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


Love's objective is the instruction of silence, given away the rights to such speeches, in the story Love instructs in silence... * One does not teach silence, one instructs one on how to deal with it.

My objective is to learn and then speak what I know of now, not then.

Forgiveness has no objective, it just is.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Thoughts that Caress Sleep

My Hands are your Hands
solemn and true

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


So, what you're saying is... that it is coming whether we like it or not, so essentially you're trying to get us to tell you what you should already know within, that it is coming, irrespective of what anyone else thinks about this truth?

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


Stand down your aggressive will, bring your balance, find it and bring it with, we could all use each other. HumanKind, THC, Medicine, CBDs, medicines, marijuana. Trust me, marijuana is the medicine intended to keep humankind peaceful. I'll wager even more that this is Heaven, things are what we make of them after all...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


I try to stop this dance, for the story to leave me alone, but the thread is forgiving, loving, I'm just trying to figure out what such a truth is attached to. It's a natural curiosity. (It is?) Yip. (Yip? That's your explanation, sunshine?) Yip. (You need help.) I am help. (Yes. To everyone but yourself.) At least you admit I'm a help to others. (I mean they are helping themselves to you, Mark.) Oh. That. (Yes. That.)

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Peace Has Come Around, the persecuted is Jesus, why would you not imagine it's Me that fills in the space left with so much time for the story to change. Think.

Do not worry, forgiveness is a given, laughter is afloat, love's Heart(H) is beating, peace has come around. Hello.

Why would you not imagine it's Me that fills in the space left with so much time for the story to change and for your Jesus to be hanging upon his cross, not yours, his and his alone. Think. I'm signing my own death warrant by insisting I continue this speech until all are paying attention. I have great staying power. I am Peace, mere scribe with a big heart, as big as Love, with Peace enveloping it. Nature/nurture same thing.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

No remix needed

Yes. The spiritual battle is me. I am a wingless steward of earth. I am love. I must end my pride and bow to what I know, before what I believe is truth sleeps evermore. © 2012 by mark prime

ADD: The battle is willed, in my case it was not a choice. Thank goodness that turned into my pleasure and the truth. I believe that's four aces...

And Then, Love Mournfully Resets the Clock.

I discard of time, enter Peace. Where is Love? (A humming noise begins in the dream... trace it, find it, change it, renew its life-force. Be.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

REMIX: Necessarily Measured Time

Reality is now bending to belief
Has bent, is bending- (Get a motel room!)

(Brief silence...) Love, and this, my reality, is shaping my never-end, always with a loving confidence go I, not knowing now, not quite familiar with now, but adapting and adopting, revelation, manifestation, goodness of the spirit, it is the best way to NOT make a mistake.

(Love…) (Brief silence...)

Yes, my dear, what is your need? Does it summon you through me or does it summon me through you, it is a circle, so I would conclude that it doesn't matter if needs are met, the future's coming without brakes... It's absurd, let's fix this mess by slowing down.

Time isn't necessarily measured the way we human’s can comprehend the full scope, the breadth of what it means to be eternal. Time isn't a measurement, it is an idea. Even though it may not be so in what we imagine as our reality, isn't time, in and of itself, immeasurable since an end cannot exist in eternity? It may or may no…



(Why are you yelling?)

I wasn't, but Why isn't everybody yelling the truth at the top of their lungs!

(Because they don't know it, Scribbler, it's just you.)

It is, huh? I will not give it away. You do what you will with these words and this man, but you will never give away the unknown truth rising up in Me! Do what you will with the story, but this man's not finished by a long shot! Giddy up springtime of God!

There is no need to fear this rising, there is, however, great need to get together with this fool Scribe, he will certainly entertain you like never before, as long as you keep in mind that he is just telling a story. It'll be fun. :)

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


I wouldn't say I went rogue. Peace might not stick around for long, so it is best to make it last, then Peace would have the chance to join his other half, join his Love forever, now and ever-after. If Love has other plans, it is something Love needs share. Either way, share...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


13. Some say that there will always be wars, to which I say, then hell will always exist in our consciousness and we will create it by its very presence over and over again until we realize that War is indeed Hell, no one in their right mind would want to ignore that truth. Forget agony, let’s create Heaven with what we are given and what we can contribute, shall we?

14. These thoughts that slide in and out are silent, silent being not out loud, yet spiritually audible, they are within, like a trail made of blood, they lead to and from, let us walk away in Peace and make a trail back to kinship with all things…

15. Unlucky isn't something that truly exists, I mean, it doesn't exist if destiny is real. If destiny is not a real thing, that would be most unfortunate to our excuses for not having acted toward the causes of our suffering instead of being sold a bill of expired goods, rendering them no-good at all, therefore an oxymoron arises in expired goods.

16. Pray.

17. Rememb…


1. We are to evolve from birth, after birth, onward. It is easy to see that the environment one is raised in can easily predetermine their future behavior, so it is in our best interests to be equals, and then we all have an equal chance to live a happier and healthier life. As a matter of fact, I’d say it’s likely that everything would improve as it should, returning to a state of equilibrium, who knows what we might accomplish in balance.

Then Peace enters into silence, and thus it mostly remains, save for the breathless joy of such revelations…

2. The nature of humankind is nature. It is evident that we have forgotten where we belong at this juncture of our dance. We’re busy wondering what if and planning to explore space, but to what end? Leave a suffering planet to go wreak havoc on another one is not the smartest move to make, the one breathing beneath our feet is Home, best keep it nice and clean as a thank you for such a wonderful creation as Mother (H)eartH- beautiful, outs…


You see, there are these words, there is the source, and there is the belief in that source, not singular, but the source, the One Exactness. Original. Now. Truth.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


I just invited Michelle, my Lovely angel Love, to come to the Red-Chair Tavern and abandoned saloon for an evening of wondrous delight awakened by our union's touch. She and I, One, as the story goes. I have to follow the flow and barter for allowances for our continued misuse of the planet we were squatting on for a little while in the frame of time.

Prideful spirits are cowards who do not understand equality, all are heard, cared for, sheltered, fed, water, soil, air, tree, animal, now, now, now, consciousness, now, now, now, now, conscience , consciousness, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, God.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


(Somebody shut this guy up!) Equilibrium. (Look Equilibrium, I don't care to hear your plans you say will manifest. If they ain't already manifesting, you ain't no better 'n some snake-oil salesman. Git on out'o here for I skin yee alive, foul blasphemer!) What? (Jist kidding witchoo! Lighten up, my brother!) Nearing kin, but much less than kind.

Stand down, bold spirits, you're going to need to dance with Me before all is decided.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


You forgot to tell me who I was, comes a whisper "beneath" the stars... Perhaps stars are reflections of previous suns, previous truths bestowed to us in the constant flux, it is ever-so-slightly changing, this purposed task of revelation in an ever-changing existence. (Not fast enough.) I beg to differ, not grovel, but pray you tell me, what is fast enough? Rather vague. (I hate you.) You'll get over it soon enough.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


This is turning out to be one heck of a story we spirits have going on here, our manifestations for all set to come. Relief in springtime. Ready?

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


(Let's talk about sex?) No. Let's talk about need. (Rather talk about sex, if you know what I mean, wink wink, blah blah...) Nope. (Prude!) I find sex delicious, a dessert out of the many other pleasures awaiting our exploration as leaders of the whole pack, all equals, through and through, never then shall strangers ever meet...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


Religious instruction is a silly beast without legs, or wings to fly their truth of manifestation, we must unmake our bed to lie in it. Lay. Lay upon it. (Oh my...)

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


I'm running out of options, be patient awhile longer, I will enter in the form I'm meant to enter in as, God has this, I'm just the beneficiary...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


For awhile there I was suppressing and pressing this stream of consciousness, the irony, I'm going to visit the hell you designed for rebels like Me. Mark Richard Prime knows who he is, and he is set to arrive with Love as his bride, Forgiveness as his Child(ren), Laughter of the spirit, God of the God within. I found my God within to be all forgiving. Thank God for that... figuratively and literally, there's little difference between the two as far as belief goes, the balance needs be met between belief and reality, a beneficial actuality. Me, We, God, One, Love and Peace

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

MORE THAN HAPPY, the truth is what we make it (ping)...

This story unfolding as I speak, nearest to manifestation thus far, but manifestation nonetheless, let us, the collective get together and go with the flow of our beliefs, not the ferocious beasts we've allowed our fears to make us. I for one, well, I believe in these words and their source being one that is goodness, righteously humble goodness. Comfort in knowing is better than comfort in believing. I chose to go the route of knowing. Tough road if you can hoe it... but well worth the steps... Results, not beliefs. Anonymous, Scribe, Peace, Love, Forgiveness, those that I owed the most, I surrounded myself with having never known. Matters less than now, move on I tell myself, waiting to be known for the truth that pours forth instead of the story! The story is blah blah blah, the prayer's for silence are making a comeback. It's the less is more I find difficult to navigate. (You don't belong, perhaps?) As much as the next beast.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


I'm the spirit channeled, the God channeled. Sounds off a bit... Either way, pray for it to be, for in this story out of our many stories, this one is the truth of our story and not our story. I hope you see this as an allowance, my spirit and body are mine, the only two things I can claim, your spirit and body are yours, but there is a collective that we seem to be forgetting about, the collective can stop anything that they have brought upon themselves due to their beliefs. I'm here to remedy that, your belief is yours, but the truth, well that's the collective...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


My Lovely angel Love is most precious to me in the flesh and in the spirit.

What I did, seemingly purposed, is no relinquishment of my monstrousness toward the spirit,
but this story is... Love and Peace... a match made for/in Heaven.

Yes, Love. Paid in full, now it is time to begin. Boom boom!

(Boom boom!)

Oh my...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

SOME ENDINGS ARE JUST BETTER LEFT TO THE STORY OF OUR OWN CREATION, WOW... Let's get our stories straight, shall we? One Family. One. Boom! Boom!

Yes, God, you set it in motion and then, due to the constant flux of your creation, you seem to have forgotten to clarify a few things to your campers... Why, what, where, when, who, how?

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


Let's make the medicine an item of barter, happiness will follow, it's the order of things we have had upside down the whole time. Thought is secondary to silence... (Hard Pill for Mark Richard Prime to swallow...) Reborn to bring the story to its feet and what's beneath them...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


One doesn't have to vote in order to do the right thing, as a matter of fact, voting has nothing to do with doing the right thing, voting is a choice of something, so is abstention. Which one gets results? Neither if they are not directed toward the center of the deceptive practice of politics.

What do I suggest we do? Be kind, for starters.

Easier said than done when all are complicit, but be kind, love your fellow man, cherish life and Home. And that just as an appetizer, the rest to follow will be the miracle unfolding from our collective story...

(This is important- Springtime is a few moons away from resurrection.)


© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


I was and am not entrapped. The deception toward Me has failed to garner enough momentum to even form a cohesive argument against my rising up to God's Speech within, rising up to God, flesh and bone likeness, a dream, "God" is all things, we are included in that equation. Think. Be Godlike, don't imagine, even for a second, that you are God, until it is manifest in the spirit, not before then.

Remember, friends, the truth, unknown as it is to us, is exactly what we believe it to be. Belief, therefore, is foremost a subtle form of manifestation. Imagine if the truth were to be followed, a paint by numbers sort of thing, imagine the masterpeace created of such belief? Belief's are thoughts, my friends, there's no two ways about it, there is but one- change the perception that we are not creators and be creators of a humble artwork upon the Queen and Kind of all planets known to us, by us, for us and within us. Kinship to Home is not some goal to reach, it is …

The Signs of God's Existence - Be

All this talk of the purpose of our existence is nothing more than a waste of good energy We should be creating a Heaven, not dreaming of one! The existence of God/Truth/Creation is irrelevant if we do not act toward Home and one another with great reverence... Something exists in order for us to be having this conversation. Something exists in order for us to have form. Something exists without our willing it, or should I say, without our knowing it is of our will. Sounds impossible, yet at the same time, it sounds quite relevant to now. Now is THE moment. Now counts more than we know, certainly more than our unreasonable reaction to what we "believe" we know. Home is to be cherished. It is an absolute truth that is most beneficial to us, care for Home and Life, be kind, cherish such fortune smiling on us from our unknown. Unknown, yet genius in its familiarity. Live, Love, Laugh! Simple. Breathe...
© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


If what we choose to represent "evil" is more sinister than the "evil" itself, our imagination has gotten the better of us.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


The day we decided that our love of plastics was more important
than our love of trees.
The day we decided that our precious genius was more precious
than the genius of the soil.
The day we decided that our fumes of industry were more acceptable
than the exceptional air we breathed.
The day we decided that our immediate family meant more to us
than the immediacy of the collective.
The day we imagined that we were crafting something worth repeating  over what was returning within the constant flux.
The day we imagined that our toxins were acceptable
as long as we could accept the status quo.
The day we thought we could own something
and began smothering it all by the parasitic idea of ownership.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


Knowing the truth is important, and one may never reach a state of equilibrium, spiritually speaking, if one is unaware of the truth of themselves. Better we dance with the fated escort, make sure the truth is never again extinguished.Cleanse our foul use from off Home and our industry, our despicable money, disastrous wars,

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Trust in the truth when you hear it

There will be an echo coming, remember they are exponential and can become grotesque. Reflections after a while must produce results toward Peace and Love, toward Kindness to all things, cherishing of Life in its totality, known and unknown. Boy, have we got a lot to learn.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


We are the lovemakers, the peacemakers, the children, the creators, the whole, the "unconscious" consciousness of God.

We're unaware as an animal by our allowance of change to our Home and by holding War up as an heroic course, as champion over Peace, best we become more aware of ourselves.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


I’m compiling your story’s, having first danced with your spirit.
Thank you. Bless each of you who understood the truth of my use.
Bless you for having found me in the Spirit, born within all.
Bless you for having allowed me to interrupt your flow,
the story I promised to scribe and sacrifice myself for a fallen angel,
turns out, there were a lot, many still remain.

I’m compiling our truths, maybe my own,
forgiven but still with things to do.
Scribe, I said. I will scribe this story as if it were my own.
Breathe and Love and be with Peace,
trust Me. Mark Richard Prime

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


There are levels to Love that are mind-boggling and tangible
There are levels to plans that run much too deep
There are levels to Peace, lest you forget.
There are levels to everything but forgiveness.
Forgiveness is straight across the board a given,
no use in thinking much on it and disconnecting fates
If they are indeed fates,
they'll return to their respective mates.
The existence of Truth, of the One Exactness, is factual,
what it is is anyone's guess, believe it is Love and Peace,
believe that it is Forgiveness and Laughter,
Mother, Father, sister, brother, uncle, aunt, grandmother, grandfather, family, all.
They'll return to their respective mates.

Preposterous! Unless I can validate all of my wrong actions from day one, it matters... It's also too much. That's all I'm saying.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


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 go…


Many a night is spent imagining what my life would have been able to have given instead of this godawful collision with a fate that was not mine to carry, so i carried the metaphorical football and ran it in for a touchdown and the ground did give away around me and there she was, there we fell into a story that only one of us to know it was coming...

My Love, I would not drag you to hell with the likes of Me, God forbid Me doing any further damage to Love. It's payback, powerless to freewill, therefore true and not belief. Coffee? (Yes. What did you mean?) Hot coffee, half and half, maybe some sugar, my love is here with Me as I speak.

The old spirit that was rage and sorrow, reborn to Peace and Love, working through the flux that moves along with, or without us.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


Be, the rest will work itself in or out in the flux eternal, creation, in other words, does not die. I am. Spirit. Truth. God. Light. Seeking...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


Sometimes things feel like I'm taking candy away from a ten year old, not easy- birdsong confirms our heaven, we hone our reply to fly with Love and Soar with Peace. Be.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

When Love is Guide

When Love is Guide, see to her arrival, then dance.

No deceit got by Me, none that I did not beforehand of their creation relegate it obsolete. There is no Hell. There is no hell to speak of, or shouldn't be. I am. It is simple, I am and I am the only One that knows because I am still We. You are me, a cast of disbelievers. This is God’s tongue. Peace, Mark Richard Prime with your metaphorical tale of woe and intrigue, so what, do you think it matters to know, I proved my point long ago, that the play had to be rewritten to benefit all. It is Me with the tongue of We and then the tongue of God. Elaborate stories in dreams… Truth.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Growing things

The witch and the goblin, metaphor's for the lessons found in the tests from one to the other.

Magic. She and I, We are Love and Peace, regardless, we've got something to say.
We don't need to fine-tune ourselves if we are going to just be instead of live and evolve that much further along for the future.

Let's not just buy things, let's grow and be things!

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Responsibility, held myself responsible for all things that i could not have changed the outcome to

Before you believe those stories, you might want to check in with Me. You ask me your questions about Mark Richard Prime, I will most certainly have the answers for what ails us, you and me, all of us merely actors upon God's stage, Blackout.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

HOW DO YOU KNOW SHE'S A WITCH, her spell is wicked, her act, profound...

A witch of the highest order in the church. Yes. You heard me correct. A witch in the church. I'm here to join her, she's the less forgiving, save for Me. She and I are soul-mates. If not I have a cautionary tale before me instead of one that will find me frolicking in a field of wild flowers!

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

MY OWN... I own nothing to speak of. (Too bad words aren't money, brother, because, with the output in your shell, you could afford to buy your way out of debt to a law you no longer recognize.)

You will stand with me Love, or I shall be forced to stand alone.
You are key and you know you are. Rise with it, no plans. Me. We. Peace and Love, Love and Peace.

If I don't know who you are, then the rest is suspect, fluid, chancy, tantalizing, wrong.

Bring the flower of your beliefs and I'll bring mine,
then, if it is to be so, we'll make some rather beautiful music in the now and the never-end,
if you so choose. But if you do, no tests. Truth. Nothing more, nothing less.


Settle down. There's no need to get too excited about things being set to pop. I hope kind spirits, those still reading even after the hit put out on Me. I am no one to trifle with, but then I'd imagine most of you know that by now.

Truth is all I am after, then, for shits and giggles, we can proceed at the pace allotted to us by God.

boom, fear, love, bunkmates

She's supposed to be in my dreams and my spirit, my thoughts and my arms, I nearly missed the boat altogether, but you shoul…


Spirit! Bring forth my other half, that i might rise up wings of Freedom
Wings with the story of Love and Peace painted upon their tallness

The land holds our promise, waiting for us to be saviors to Home.

Don't tell me I shouldn't question God's judgment! I'm born to question God! The second coming, my friends, has arrived. (Preposterous.) (It's just a story!) Is it? (Indeed, blasphemer!) God sought someone who was not afraid of what had happened to him, ergo, he was a shoe in for a man who didn't care what happened to him now. Nothing is going to stand between Me and my goal of being an irrelevant human with the tongue of God. I was silent, until God asked me to begin...

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There are no more returns left on that echo. It was a full return. I assure that the echo of the last will be Heavenly. One echo ahead and on to the next. Be nice to have a run of Heavenly echoes, wouldn't it?

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Sandy Hook Elementary Tribute song "Heaven" by "BABY KAELY" directed an...

Oh child! They are home!

Where they have always been
gathering now all around our feet

Don't be sad child, it's all about to change
we've much to learn, its our greatest tool
Learn no more of where you'll go
imagine less of your Heaven and manifest it

Learn from the child
don't produce it as the child understands what has happened
yes they do, love is being slaughtered

Think on it no more, children
we shall rise up with wings of angels
to bring Heaven's veil up to greet such thankful lips

It is not hip
it is not legit
hypocite, snip snip

A song meant to be produced
by those who imagine the truth
the truth being spoken, Heaven is now
Up and down. Think

Teach the children to love all despite what we ignorant adults do.
We doers thinking beyond having one good reason to do so...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

U2 - Pride (In The Name Of Love)

Without question it falls to now, not then or later, now. In the name of Love, tall order to do alone. Enter Peace, should have taken her with you, Jesus, she was your other half. Love is One, Collective, Forgiven, Love has brought forth many saviors, I am. Now. (Crazy, Peaceman!) Yip. Crazy as a fox. (Yip...)

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Paramore - Breathe

We climb to the top of our day early on, we are animal you are animal, sweet love, sweet peace, weeping love We are animal today, who knows about tomorrow Heaven sings my song and asks me to sing it in the coming inheritance come once and all, all are forgiven! Let's go from here, let's not go back there, but in parts, blend in with, better than warring a hole in center of our use. God I pray forgiveness, for all down here on your stage. I am one actor and writer who is asking you kindly to raise the curtain and let this Heavenly Play begin. Come with Me. No more games, I am well aware of all things. Think, better yet, don't, come with me and we will figure it out together... Come, my Love, enter in with Me, heads held high, love on... Coffee gets cold, but love never gets old and dies, love is alive, love has our breath in tact, kindness is the cat's meow, the dog at your feet, love is alive, amendable, bettered, perfected, God. Be.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Birdsong on Ice Age Trail

Mark Richard Prime... The birdsong returns to Me, the ice melting away bitterness, birdsong as backdrop to evolution's gait, all going along as planned. Neighbors, all, I'm getting nearer to Home on the surface of gravitational Love and Peace, it's an ocean, land and sky... full of Heaven. Call to us, oh divine calling! Send us shivers in your reach and knowledge, your song of truth, just before our eyes fail for the last go around, doomed again to make mistakes. Seems wrongheaded to have ever allowed such a thing to become us instead of fighting it, this consumptive model of breathing. Better reverse course and come with me, best exit strategy in the world, exit hell, enter Heaven, begin. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.Mark Richard Prime
© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


Our consumption and model of trade, money and spoil, greed and desolation, waste, corruption- think we'd have caught on sooner, huh? The model is in need of radical change or greed will always boil up to the top. Metaphors over tea...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


God is ever-present, and God is palpable when you seek and find within.

Stand down religion.

Stand down education.

Stand down governance.

Stand down military machine!

You've nowhere to go, you chose the path of murder and indifference and lies and fear. You can come back from there, you can come back whole, if you will persuade the collective on the need of anything even remotely resembling war? Boom boom!

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


The light will shine upon the truth, revealing its honed edges and its pit-fallen terrain.
We have illuminated the surface of the truth, dive in, the water's being cleansed as we speak.

I pray the (H)eartH is allowed her reclamation process. Breath in her lungs, breath in her tongue, her song now clearly for us to hear and respond with Heaven's Kind. Duty. Pathway. Both, with or without our will...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


I found this to be interesting. I stumbled upon it from a front page news story on my desktop. My first thought was, this is a new's story?

"By the inspiration of God, the Apostle Paul tells us that the devil has a kingdom and rulers in that kingdom as recorded in Ephesians 6:12, “For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.” The kingdom of the devil is all around us. It is the world’s system that is diametrically opposed to Jesus Christ."

The only actual kingdom of fear is in our thoughts. An "actual" devil resides there too, needless, pointless, undesired, indifferent too, but one that rises in us all if we believe in only the story and forgo the required journey. Forgiveness and repentance are two different things, unless you are born forgiven of what you have done or might do- past, present, future. What's to do afte…

A Young Woman's Message To All Christians

It's videos like this that are a wonderful way to get the message across, this silent indexing of personal truth. I like how they've taken on their own life formation, kind of adapted toward the technology and silenced our take in favor of a silent speech that rings a bell.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


Look, you know me... I hear the train whistle blowing, a shadow there, a truth without wings... Look, you know Me. Something hidden is there. Why such strength that I am leading them where they need go to find the truth? Not sure why's relevant, even the how is secondary to my doing it.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


I've made it mandatory, these words to do their daily dance, a sort of answering prayer in a manner of speaking, mine, our's and God's...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Doppleganger, you know, that person over there

In this Doppelganger atmosphere of spiritual possibilities it can be difficult to choose the pathway meant for us to travel.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

BREAKING DOWN THE SANDMAN'S ENTRANCE, Metallica - Enter Sandman [Official Music Video]

BREAKING DOWN THE SANDMAN'S ENTRANCE,  Metallica - Enter Sandman [Official Music Video]

Hello my friend
Longtime no see between dreams
there is no way but through God, through the self
No prison in wait for the Dreamweaver.
Open your minds to the Never-end!
Create, be! Dam* well be!

Sandman you're fading. Your tentacles, your guns, your bombs, your money, your indifference, off to Never! Never! Never! Never-Ever-End!

Wake up, now... There's much work to be done to stave off Fear's lament...

Boom boom, let us begin, what on (H)eartH are we waiting for? Do not wait, pray God is in these words, being is believing... 

Peace, Me, Scribe! Mark...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


You will not continue to marginalize Me to the point of irrelevancy, the collective of angels gathered at the behest of God, my friends, is brilliant in its scope! Now, shall we build our Heaven again from the ground up with water as it was before man tossed his toxins where he shouldn't have...? I say yes, we can. Rise up!

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.



The video is horrid, full of vanity and plastic, a great era of prideful swagger and silly and empty gestures of self.

We are all horrid, but not as a video.
Fine difference between what this band did for the eighties
and what the fine people that comprised the group do and did with their ideas
from just such a thought as their own culpable contribution.

I am not one to talk about that, so instead we can talk about God's part in all of this...
There is a vacancy sign lit up out front, what you mean you ain't got no rooms for rent?

(None shall pass!)

You again? You're becoming annoying, laughter without good reason, like War without cause, when Peace is waiting for you to circle back around and bring him along with this caravan of divinity! Let us join together all, let us look to one another for assistance. It is here, my friends. The truth is unfolding, let us prepare to celebrate Home!

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


There comes a time that I sense that these streaming words are most important
There comes a time that the truth begins to show through the cracks in War's veneer
There comes a time that we shall thrum with God's Forgiveness, we angels of Exactness
There comes a time to help out a savior fallen in a conundrum

I might have to fire myself as the balance, and take a stand for what's mine!
Smile on me Love! The dance is my (Love and Peace's) pleasure.
My translation will be the echo breathed out of Me into formation with the story,
come with Me...

All are worth as equals, all.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


I'm the do, God's the deed.

(You are then the opposite to God?)

No. I am. You are. We is- ummm we shall.


Be God, it does make things somewhat awkward. See it? (Yip.) Good, me too.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.



This is the 80's mentality, we let it all damn well go! But keep your heads up ladies and gentlemen, we had our plan, We knew we'd have to come back for it with the truth upon our lips! Saviors to the saviors! Jump, not mindlessly, but by letting it all go and jumping! Jump! The song was about nothing and about everything, as unintended as it was or was not to Van Halen, Jump is fun, jumping, priceless...

Mother Nature will be savior, has been.
We've been blind to our own source.
Not a good spot to wind up in
when you didn't watch where you were going in order to get back.
Translated: Jump! 

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


If you're going to dream of Heaven, might as well do it while you're awake.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


What's got us all is God. It is ours to traverse toward my truth, Me, Me alone, You, You alone, but it is the sovereign whole, the collective, that summons our everafter as One, our other thoughts will be secondary to the one that forgives all others and cherishes Home along with them.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


You better be understanding that you do not speak for God.
(Note to self: I am not God.)
You better be recognizing your place in all of the swirl.
(Not to self: I am the swirl.)
You better be seeking council with God within, self needs assessing, only tax we put upon ourselves after being left without much choice, but to believe in something after that is more mind-boggling than now. Up and up, away and in, come into God's path, there's no stopping it- creation then is our role, create with Love and with Peace, all is already forgiven in this conundrum we call now...

(Just received call from a male-enhancement product line and all I could say to the representative is, "Stop selling the lie. Stop selling a product that does not do as it says it will do.")

Stop selling products that do nothing more than stroke the over-energized wits of those who imagine they need such nonsense as a product that generates money without generating results, and even if it did work (it …


It will do you no good to try and circumvent Me, though by the dance of spirit, you've been hiding much of your use toward Me, or my use toward You. Breathe now, spirit. Let it be, We have this, Love and Peace and God...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


So you thought you'd go on around me and manifest without Me?
A bit short-sighted, finagling spirit.
Shame, too. I was hoping for a challenge.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


Things will change, have changed, seek out the betterment within your echoes. Trust me, you'll want to do some tidying up. I will not be used by the powers that be, they left their own plans in the dust, I'm the dust buster... Hello.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


I come to you. We speak of things that are. We embrace and become the things we are.
I come to you. We speak of Love and Peace, as them. We embrace, we are.
I come to you.

You. Me. We. Love and Peace

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


To the point of disbelief
to the point whittled of lies
to the point of the body playing tricks on you
the only way most come down from such delusions of place is by being taken down from off of a cross
or some such tortured symbol of humankind's ignorance of self that you've been nailed to for far too damned long.

Savior to the savior(s).
It's what God required, what I delivered by falling into it instead of away from it.
I accepted my fate in order to change it.

Boom boom gently wafts through the story in a way that is at last most telling.
Smile on the centerpeace of We. Smile on Me. I didn't choose it, it was chosen, go with it.
And you will know me by my word, not by my deed.
It's simple really.
I am. Have to be. Was, is and am, that man.
The next to last or last of One or the last One.
Instead of torture heaped upon Me, I have felt much deceit- impossible traps, not something I can change, the past, but the future, now, now and the future are looking…


For a vessel of Exactness
you'd think I'd be better traveled, speak another language,
be a consummate chef and gardener, a rebel, a do gooder,
an entrepreneur of delicacy, a at least have a Godly demeanor,
if not, then you'd think I should have a "Godlike" body, an Avatar,
a rainbow of hue, but only blue when holding my breath,
a chameleon of sorts and soothings, laughter comes.

My vessel moves within much more than out.
I'm collecting miles and miles of the Spirit miles!
Miles and miles as far as the heart can imagine.


© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Inch by Inch, Step by Step, Yada yada yada

I am- shiv in the back- God. I am. (Sometimes the most revealing verses, come from the fear of betrayal, more toxic than the betrayal itself. Fear is the mind-killer, fear is the shame in all things that are set to quivering from the phantoms of their belief. Careful what you pray to. Who you call to when you are speaking to God isn't nearly as important as understanding that you indeed are speaking with God. Our stories are a sight to behold, dragging the exhaust pipe behind our schemes of Heaven or Hell. Choose. It's not even a question, there is no choice in your own example.

Sorrow dances in me over such duality.
One, break it down to One. Heaven. One.
Then there's no choice, but how I plan on decorating my great fortune...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


Some plans are easier to dismantle than others, sometimes the shortest running plan is more convoluted than those planned over a number of years. My plan, if I am elected president, by some inexplicable write-in count in my favor, I will Live, will Love, and will Laugh! Anything more than that I'm in, anything less, I'm out. Stand for something when the momentum isn't in your favor, it'll increase the staying power of all involved...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


I am scribing this story as it unfolds, sometimes I go off on tangents, distraction's on the way into God's free-flow...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Grave Words

The suppression of these words is a grave error...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Fine Things

There are fine things behind me, found them waiting there
There are fine deeds in my name, found blind to who I am
There are fine days ahead as family rises to its evolution

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


Waiting in the center, waiting to be used, let breathe, be free, know.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

The idea of earning love is fearful, disregard its absolute, instead, Love and be with Peace

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.


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.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.



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 unknown, c…


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.


Any brandy?


Shame, after what I've been through.


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, but which one tethers me, …


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 Me…


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, breathe, lov…


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.