CONFESSION ZERO

You see it is a part of the story, my trajectory, and our trajectory. My actions speak volumes of that I am sure, but these words… (Precise?) They are that, but I was thinking more along the lines of they speak of the actions, speak to the actions in the constant flux. I felt perhaps it would be best if we were constantly improving, especially of our stewardship to Home and All others. Made sense… (That’s a lot of stewards, Scribbler, perhaps too many to overcome.) Then I won’t overcome them, I’ll sidle up next to them, within their spirit, and make my presence known. (Better you make your intentions known first.) I am present in the flesh, both physical and spiritual- my intentions are written in these words. Live Love Laugh! Peace&Forgiveness © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

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...) © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

The night is always young when time ceases to exist. ~ It is true, enough talk of change and it begins to enter the flow of my own purpose, I do not pretend, I am true. True. I only say this to let you know that I am not just anybody’s fool… The songs begin and I hear their echo, I repeat it backward, the story unfolds. It is so much simpler than humankind has been imagining it for far too many lifetimes. Not this lifetime. This lifetime around we shall unfold with a righteous purpose born in us from Exactness. I am the prodigal son of a- Wait it out! They can’t kill you! I am the prodigal son of a- Bit by bit- That’s it! Unfold. Roll out the red carpet- the green carpet, Bent upon one knee, I pray, I breathe, thank you. Prodigal son of a- son-of-a- son-of-a- This is it, the final spin for me, I’ve used enough chances now, I’m like three or four cats put together for what I have been spared. (You wish, Scribbler!) The lives of ot...

Perhaps ignoring their racism was never the best idea to begin with, it certainly has left some massive rage in its wake... On the other hand, we sense our silent collusion, it's the loudest noise coming from this foul mess... and it's the echo of what came before, imagine what rides on the back of the echo...? MRP © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Television is commercialized, Prepackaged sort of indoctrination. Who's counting sheep while I sleep? Who's guarding the wall? Click. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.