Showing posts from June 5, 2016


Oh dear Bobby. God blessed you child that we might carry the light forth that your glimpse left for us to trace. God and your spirit will comfort your loved ones as you travel Home to be by their side.

God bless you and yours, smile upon your mother and father, upon your family...

Love and Peace

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


(You'll craft nothing but your own defeat.)

If the only hope is to craft a defeat, make it a monumental defeat, a story of the power of defeat, a story that's flipped on its head, making it a triumph instead.

(You've the devil in you boy!)

Show someone without themselves within. Devil has no bearing in Heaven, change is upon it, out of our jurisdiction.

When someone warns me of something coming for me or they warn me about the devil in the details, I erase another attachment that enters as the idea of a fearful thought that I then disassemble and make well again...

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


Don't you get it yet?

(No. I don't know where you're going?)

Do you know where you're going?


Then let's walk beside one another, seeing as how we're going to the same place.

(No thank you.)

Are you going to be okay on your own?

(God's with me.)

Me too! It is a small world after all.

(The sound of someone screaming beneath a mask is heard. Blackout...)

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


Stop trying to guess and be with instead
The train's coming down the quaking track
Headlight tall above the groove and power
Now's the time to know, now's the hour.

(Is a Now equivalent to an Hour?)

It can be, but a Now is a very personal thing, a nuance of what's in store. An unbroken shell. The less agony and corruption, even among friends, the better our echo reflects a true Heaven emerging.

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


Context is useless when the story's a lie. Live Love Laugh, the only doctrine we should follow upon such a bountiful creation...

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


Am I dying too slowly?

(What kind of a question is that?)

It's uncategorized.

(You are not dying!)

We all began to do so at birth, embrace an approach to death, instead of embracing the fact that death is an illusion, just another reason we need challenge what is known and what is believed.

(You're dying too slowly.)


© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


The waves roll over me
The warmth guides me out of myself
It shows me the sky
I reach out my hand...

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


Those who don't vote are in the majority, careful shaming them. They are equals to the voter, to say they are not is anti-democratic. Their voices are just as worthy as the most ardent politico.

There'd be a lot less politics if the majority did indeed rule..

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


If we ever forget that we're one collective human family, then we will be a world in chaos...

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


Put away your noisy thoughts
No more ship's set sail, no more rocket's red glare, no more screech over the birdsong, no more vehicles to drive our noisy asses across the landscape without regard to need.

No more indifference to our collective pathway...

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


When the truth is withheld in a conversation for a personal opportunity and not a consideration for the whole, the entire conversation is a lie...

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


Can't we sense that we are all the same, all equals, all meant to be the echo of the last?

Shame we seem to miss the most fundamental of truths and allow our fervent beliefs beyond doubt to bring us to raging instead.

The guardianship of belief is meant to be a non-violent action, careful how you wield its weight, it's echo will be even heavier upon your regret.

All prophets are seekers of truth, the journey is far from over. We still have so much more to glean in our own twilight...

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


...In the beginning?

That was a long time ago, at this juncture, our history and our future matter least, for it is now that begs our attention.

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


If I am unfolding, becoming what I am, aren't I beholden to the trajectory that benefits all equally, One collective will without suffering?

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


Thank you, God, for your guidance, thank you for the wisdom Exactness, thank you to Home, to (H)eartH and Heaven... 3.

Thank you, Life. I don't know what I'd be without you?

(You're an idiot!)

Thank you.


Bless you.

(The sound of someone screaming as if they hurled themselves off of an extremely tall building can be heard...)

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


(In your belief how can all be precious in the condition we're in?)

The condition is on us, we are learning to fly, so let us then be navigators and not warriors, it is understandable and if you do God bless you. But we are on a precipice of great change, for it is evident that something is coming over us, relax, go with the flow, no point to resist, that just makes us all cranky enough to drop a bomb on each other. Idiots...

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


The youth are the evolutional revolutionists. Love is a powerful equalizer for the youth. They are most precious, or we better make them so. They are the clay waiting on our seasoned hands to mold into a pair of wings.H

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


Love the child without condition
Love the child without restriction
For to withhold is to resist the natural flow

Love the child with great fondness
Love the child with earnest conviction

Hold the child with fervent care
Teach them to walk, feed and clothe them, snuggle with them
Play with them, dream with them, just don't teach them more than they NEED learn. Slow down and notice the child like you'd gaze at a planet through a telescope.

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


When there are things you're ashamed of and you hide them, that to me is the flip side to the things we've all allowed that we continue to allow without much complaint or resistance. Our animal knows when it squats on prime real estate...

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


We're coming about
Mind if I bum a ride
Where am I going
To, I'm going to
Same as you
We're coming about
I'm coming about
The journey has been brutal
From time to longer time
The echo comes in our language,
Not this tongue
That has its stories twisted
All through humanity
Until we're panting for air.

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


If absence makes the heart grow fonder, does overstaying our welcome make it grow indifferent?

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime



GOD: Yes, my child?

CHILD: Are you dying?

GOD: Yes.

CHILD: Will I miss you?

GOD: No child, you'll miss yourself...

(Profound silence in my weeping...)

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


It's now, now.

The present moment, when seen for what it is, unfolding, we'll realize that the truth is coming without our will.

(Anybody's guess? That's a frightening idea!)

Compared to what? The inexplicable idea of Heaven and Hell coexisting? Ergo, there is no place of torment and anguish, no hell, breathe easier, breathe, Love and Peace, Forgiveness and Laughter, be...

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


Am I dying too slowly?

(What kind of a question is that?)


(You are not dying!)

We all began to do so at birth, embrace an approach to death, instead of embracing the fact that death is an illusion, just another reason we need challenge what is known and what is believed.

(You're dying too slowly.)


© 2016 Mark Richard Prime