CONFESSION ZERO

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 phil...er -- 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, ...

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... ~MrP © 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. ~MrP © 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?) No. (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...