CONFESSION ZERO

The word's coming down
String's enter the veins
Spirit's groove with nothing to lose

We're ready now, breathe
We're sliding into truth
Inheriting the one seed
A relevant evolution
Solution to the mind's pollution
We need the mind's silent revolution

(A circle has an echo, let's assure ours grooves.)




© 2016 Mark Richard Prime

Give me the reins
I'll ride through them

The distant bay of a dog
Tells me I'm near.
The birdsong
says breathe, be,
The sting of resistance
says now

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I have the whole of Spirit within Me. It never left, I nearly shackled it to death, but I managed to resuscitate the collective story, it's an epic spiritual! Rejoice and giddy up!

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When did our stories become doctrines?

When did our beliefs become more important than what is known?

When will we remember our purpose?

(Please use a number two pencil only, class, when filling in your answers. When you are finished you may leave. Good luck...)

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HEAD-LINE POETRY

http://www.cnn.com/2016/05/11/middleeast/baghdad-market-bombing/

ISIS CLAIMS RESPONSIBILITY

The battle holds our imagination hostage.
The blade touches our neck.
Let it rest now, this murder,
Reminder of our arrogance,
A dalliance with war's teeth.

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http://www.cnn.com/2016/05/11/us/planned-parenthood-shooting-robert-lewis-dear-hearing/

INCOMPETENT SHOOTER

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If we shape our own story, our own destiny, are we not then the authors of our life, yet not the creators of it? I think that sounds logical...


© 2016 Mark Richard Prime