STAND DOWN, CHURCH OF HUMANKIND!

Haven't I wept enough?

Haven't I wept enough?

This river has come undamned!

Wait no more!

Love is in Me,
Peace and I agree,
Laughter sought now,
Forgiveness somehow,
God, set Me free of me
I've wept enough for my sins,

I need to begin!
I needed all to be forgiven,
Saved from ignorance,
I've climbed out of the cavern of want and surfaced in your original altar-

(I don't know what that means?)

Oh hush your damnable lies!
You pretend too damn much, brother and sister!

Your Christ speaks through Me now! Listen!

He is not alone!

No more of your prideful and selfish charade!

You needn't pretend anymore that you know anything of what awaits the collective!

Enough of your foul use of Christ's brother, enough use of yourself and all others!

Pious and rigid you repeat your selective verse, it's perverse, it begs its own worth, collapses under the story's girth!

(Are you angry? Are you packing heat?)

STOP YOUR IGNORANCE, CHURCH! The church is humankind ALL, not some sect or chosen few! We have been choking on pride for so long the thread's frayed and we're afraid, Love fallen off its display, Peace hanging there beckoning from your foul instrument of self-torture hung there like agony's reflection of those that poured the divine water over our grace!

Trust me Church of Humankind, the altar is not a cross, it's a circle, Home fits the bill, where it started, where the Heart(H) is still.

Sleep your pride,
Close both eyes
And open up your third,
This story unfolds
It doesn't end,
it begins
again and again,
beyond your self-righteous slickness,
your charade,
your scheming,
stop your damnable dreaming!

The children are screaming!
Mothers being broken by War!
Father's being made to shatter Love!
The Collective cannot stand much more!

Stand down your greed, Church!

Stand down your war machine!

Stand down your foul oppression!

Stand down your hunger's reach!

Stand down your rage against Love, Forgiveness and Peace.

~Mark Richard Prime

sdrawkcaB nruT (Turn Backwards)

I have been witness to the four pillars and see no reason to carry death there. Doesn’t the world know that life moves for more than just the sons of Abraham? O! I see the stunned throats floating by in the dusk to their stiff-limbed sleep as metal rains down over the Jordan’s western prophet, children dying there. I am here, waiting, breathing in the dusk under the shadow of the patriarch, asking, can we again build the shrine inside the soul and leave our flesh to time? © 2008 mrp/thepoetryman

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SKYFALL

Skyfall... We continue to play along with an unnatural game that has serious consequences, soon we'll find ourselves enslaved without recourse to the system. (Is that true of local charades?) Yes. (Why can't we free ourselves from the system?) The madness of money. (It's not money, it's people, right?) It's both, money and us in tandem, thus assuring money's might and our adherance to its loudness. (Madness...) Indeed. © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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THE ROCK HOLDS

The rock holds the soil in and from the soil springs the tree, the green of LIFE rolling from the blue, rising to the occasion of itself. . “Be!”, the (H)eartH declares, “Be what you are!” . (We thought we were!) . (We think we are!) . “You are, but not freely, therefore, only a thought, and a thought without much thinking, as if you were scared into it.”, the (H)eartH added. . [a quietude begins, the truth being heard and heeded, grooving to the flow] ~ © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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CONFESSION ZERO

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