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SACRIFICIAL LAMBS

PIANO ROOM

The piano fills the room, two or three lonely hearts, head's in the skies, body beaten down, down, down...

These are the songs of God as interpreted by me! God I weep, but I fell into line, tumbled in so sorrowfully, I erased Hell for you, God. I thought it was for the best, you were bleeding out in the  church of man... 
We're learning to dance as one... steady your legs.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime

Mythical Poetry

Mythology is many a story as we all wander about this grand and mysterious stage trying to solve the mystery of our purpose. It is truth, our home, our kinship, our salvation.

Sure, it's poetic, why shouldn't it be? Why wouldn't it be? It is a duty I seek, not a command, a duty, a calling, a purpose... So be it...


© 2015 Mark Richard Prime

SUCH MISTAKES

("And everyone who has left houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother or children or farms for My name's sake, will receive many times as much, and will inherit eternal life. But many who are first will be last; and the last, first.)


That includes those whose houses, brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers, children and lands that (have or will) fall in ANY war, genocide, theft, oppression, and injustice.

In other words, if any one imagines that any other (including Home, (H)eartH) is deserving of a bomb or a bullet or poison (death), if they pray for "victory" for "their side", shall be held accountable and then, after learning from such mistakes, will join all others in the Kingdom of God.

I say join them now! Lift all up now, while we breathe!

All (bar none) are, after all, children of God, lest we forget...

Peace and Love

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime

NOW... THE PUPPET STRINGS

Donald Trump is a puppet. Money and might are the strings. Listen closely to the media's "curiosity", notice "their questions" leading, quite literally, to "his answers". Heed his overly prideful bluster, sense his anxiousness, his narcissistic fervor for war and the building of walls.

Now, forget "who" "Trump is and focus on the virulent intentions of the strings that hold him up, that bend his limbs and vibrate his thoughts into their bidding.

Now, do this for each and every candidate, any and all of them, for they are to be no different than "Trump" according to the strings that dangle them before us in an awkward dance meant to entertain us, numb us to the "truth".

Now, find the "strings" and snip their tether, then watch as the marionette's collapse into an indistinguishable heap of talking heads. Take notice then which two brands the freshly snipped strings attempt to lift up as "hero" …