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Love, Let Me Go...or so help me-

If we don't blow ourselves up or be done in by a natural cleansing, the healing of the whole spirit, not just our portion of it, we'll be glad for the kind wonder everybody's so empty... Don't let the greed sink our chance to manifest Heaven. Let us rise as the Consciousness of that which Created us! Beneath the child's feet you find their wonderment of journey and the laughter of joy...

© 2017 Mark Richard Prime


We must embrace as One.

(I embrace Jesus Christ!)

Good! So do I!

(You're a Christian?!!!)

No. I'm, if you feel the need to label me, a a carrier of your savior.


She fainted...

Laugh, Laughing, Laughter.
Love, Lovingly, Loving.
Peace, Peacefully, Peaceful.

Be content with you and all things, not just your own.

Do not imagine yourself coming for Me if you're unwilling to listen to the truth, you'll find yourself without choice but to surrender to the actual Truth in our unfolding and then you deal with the one who claims to be challenging you forthrightly and peacefully and reasonably...


© 2017 Mark Richard Prime


The machine's have set a much faster tempo than we ourselves are able to reach, it must be similar to what a baby gazelle feels like as the jaguar lunges its claws.

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


The wind howled over our din
The water poured out its wrath
The smallness of bones wrapped in skin
Witnessed our fleeing its path

The storm ends, noise again rises

SWIMMING You are loved!
Now swim your freedom,
Your escape breathes a new path.

This toxic age
Lunges for freedom
Bearing teeth
An indiscriminate rage
What is to come
If we don't embrace Peace?

© 2017 Mark Richard Prime


We continue,
despite the failure
of our long-standing
human system that money carved from out of our will. Our freedom bows at the foot of an injured history and our ignorance has nothing but contempt for the truth. So, why do we continue doing the same thing over and over, as if the echo returning to us now has a yellow brick road to joyfully frolic upon?


---"WIZARD: As for you, my galvanized friend, you want a heart! You don't know how lucky you are not to have one. Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable. I could have been a world figure, a power among men, a - a successful wizard, had I not been obstructed by a heart.
TIN MAN: But I still want one.
WIZARD: Yes. Back where I come from there are men who do nothing all day but good deeds. They are called -- er -- phil -- er, yes...good-deed-doers. And their hearts are no bigger than yours. But! They have one thing you haven't got! A testimonial! Therefore, in …


Fear can only be conquered when truth returns as bright and gentle as a breathing child.

© 2017 Mark Richard Prime


Let's remember our kinship and allow that, in and of itself, to chip away at the things that continually divide us, those walls we build from belief and the system's allowance and the impact these things have on our reality.

© 2017 Mark Richard Prime


Sacrificing breath
to breathe our death
a final gulp
through shattered vest

When will
our dying’s madness click,
before or after
our sickness we admit?

© 2017 Mark Richard Prime


Cry freedom to the heavens!
Wail it across the globe!
Speak of love!
Howl for peace!
Weep for freedom!

Freedom’s gait is slow,
Man’s gait is swift...


© 2017 Mark Richard Prime


Boom boom boom, came the reply!

..The last of humankind came begging for Love to again grant them their prayers.

...They pled with her to offer them one more chance at laughter’s reign, more time to make good on their promise to Love all, came the answer.


© 2017 Mark Richard Prime


We are so young in his journey. We evolve too slowly, metastasize too gladly as our thoughts rear their barren heads like moles.

Evolve! Evolve now, that we might grow our waning Love, that we might bow to kindness emblazoned upon our ready skin.

© 2017 Mark Richard Prime


Once upon a time...

There was a rich man who had strings attached to his limbs and lips, a puppet for the money masters. A trainwreck made less noise than they who spoke for him, they whom dangled his arms and legs in a pitiable dance, a jitterbug of clacking yellow bones and a rabid tongue.

The the man-puppet was both loved and hated throughout the world, but he was not respected, save where money changed hands. It was an ace up a starched and tailored sleeve, a cheater's paradise, a scam artist built of gold cufflinks and diamonds rings made of blood.

The puppet masters were setting up the unsuspecting masses for a monstrous profit, I mean, so much money that the puppet masters wouldn't even return billionaire's phone calls.

(Is there a moral to this story?)


(Is that THE END?)

NO. The puppet masters knew that a thinking populace, and I do not mean a populace that is "educated", well or otherwise, I mean a thinking people, for the money-master's knew…