Showing posts from November 13, 2016


(Ten hut!)
Are the lines drawn?
(Yes, sir!)
Are the plans underway?
(Yes, sir!)
Has the enemy been declared yet?
(We have not found an enemy, sir!)
Then get out there and find one, the war coffers are too light! They need be filled, brimming with riches, so we can sleep at night!
(I don't sleep, sir!)
Then you have no excuse for not having found an enemy!
(Yes, sir!)
The sooner we formulate an enemy, the sooner we can vacate this hellhole! Don't you wanna see your mama again?
(Yes, sir!)
Then create an "enemy" so that everybody but the "enemy" sees their mama again!
(Yes, sir!)

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


Where, humanity, is your joy?
There, humankind, is your Laughter and your Love?
Why have you forsaken the self of our collective's making?
There, humankind, is your collection's purpose... to see.


© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


Oh! What a beauty she is!

(What if it's a boy, Grandpa?)

(Ya, what if it's a boy, Grandpa?)

Oh! What a beauty he is! I love you, my beautiful and grand boys!

((We love you, too, Grandpa!))

Now who wants to skin the fish?

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


shoulder the sunlight
carry the wind
hold the darkness at bay
beg its council be heard
rise with the moon
as the sun rises
on the other side
for how else could we be
engaged by the mystery
of the moon
and the majesty of the sun
a circle of One
a collection of all things
not an ark,
but a covenant
as divine as it is brave

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


If you were destined for the hell of someone else's belief beyond doubt, what would be the best way to inform them that by their belief beyond doubt in that Godless place, they've created it?)

God unfolds... it is we who summon God's best and not the fictitious worst of Exactness. We... We... We build upon our Heaven, We smile our vision of God's purpose set forth in the unfolding, the Father and the Mother, the Sister and the Brother, the Child... Family.

I see my own reflection in this conversation with God, the consciousness of our unfolding and in that glance I see Creation unfolding. No absolutes in our journey, let us create a monument upon and for our Home, a testament to that which gives without expectation, but that she is lovely enough to warrant our cherishing of her...

(Don't you dare be self-righteous! You bow to the betterment of Home!)

And that includes we tiny beasts with great and grand capacities! We are the stewards of wonder, the angels of Lov…