CONFESSION ZERO

Children of Creation God is not dead We're coming back Coming back to Life Rise Rise Rise The voice of God Comes not in word At least not to Me The truth rings a birdsong The tongue of Creation Rumbles a familiar vibration Speak now I beg 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 We begin to quake Rising up On Home's behalf Rising for the Mother For the child, for Life For all others Darkness speaks With the other side Of light Man, Woman, Child I am He is She is We are Walk to the quaking light Enter the voice of God A language unknown Yet not undetectable Inflection's New directions Build it up inside No need to hide The voice unfolds A constant turntable Round and round again God's got the truth Won't give it away We have to find it Seek the rumbling Stone The Oceans, the Air The Valley's of Home It never-ends There is no time To the tongue of God God's got mine I'm fine A rattled cage Is old news to me Already p...

Nobody wants to change what you believe, we need to focus more now on what we know so that we can salvage such a war ridden and contemptuous tenure. What were we thinking we were supposed to do? Work forty to sixty hours a week just to survive all those things we create that either have no practical purpose, but to end up in a landfill, or that have no soul. Careful preachers of "holy" doctrine, what you call gospel may come back to bite you because you didn't think it through nearly enough... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

We have created God from our stories, yet God is not of our creation alone. The One Exactness, Creator of all things great and small, is an entity that we exist upon and within, not something we created from belief, but that always was and will be. We add our stories to the collection of stories we've told from our beginning in order to move forward, not suffer from a self-inflicted "Armageddon", which is truly nothing more than suicidal. Now We continue our story, we don't "end" it, we live it! A new beginning now, not ancient, not the old stories, but the new one... now. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime. 

The frame is perception, inside and out. It's a frame, perceive of it as you will, the truth resides within it. It is less what is perceived to be and more what it is being... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

Like a house of cards, tumbling in with a smile of God on my face... Humbling is the truth, humbling as the child's motion, the hands outstretched ready to love and the feet to be with Peace, joined as one on the path, the sun and salt, the charcoal, the idea of our weather, let us create it as Heaven, let us be equals as we do, otherwise Freedom does not exist! Rejoice that equality is key to our salvation, Home is the canvas on which we paint, children are the inspiration... Heaven now. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

(Are you saying God is ours to create?) Not ours, lent. (God gave himself over to us?) Look around you, the question is rhetorical. (Silence...) ~ The strength is found in what we do with our spirits, the deeds we sling in the name of God are deplorable acts of cowardice. ~ God is not War. I am and I say only Peace in Me is in this story, for after all, brother, we all are kin to one another like Peace and War, and I cannot lay a hand on another in violence, but my tongue and my song will feel as if you've been beaten into submission and the warrior idea's removed after such a time as Peace overwhelms them. I do understand. It's not a matter of ignorance. One. God. Peace. Love. A circle, not a square, a kindness, fresh air, peace, not war, open, not shut, ready, not unprepared, aging not decomposing, becoming something desired of God in the offing, but now, well this now, loving friend, is ours to shape, ours to be Kings and Queens of the God-lent Kingdom! I ...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Yes. I am the He you want Me to be. Home is where all else is of our concern! Not up in the sky waiting on us to be lifted, but waiting on us to lift ourselves! Lift us to our betterment our calling from long ago in a lifetime we keep forgetting to remember! I am that memory! The thread has Me, I don't necessarily have it in my grasp alone. I am in good and spiritually advanced energy, prayer, calling out, emitting, letting it go with the energy that is the flow and flux of things to be and things to come. Rise up with me as your side-kick, I am already spiritually collapsing due to my need to be scribing the very story that unfolds it, then I suppose if you think I will be on the internet with such ferocity if my plans were that I stay on it. I am upon it, more than "on" it, but thank you, nonetheless- been on it for years, sometimes the dupe in your play needs be checked again for his authenticity of the spirit he was made to carry. Done. I am now, I am. Enough to ho...

God is born within, as far as God is a word meaning Truth, and if Truth is born within all, God within all, then it would stand to reason that there would be nothing between God and God's creations, they would be and are all safe, because of God, Peace, and Love, never one without the other, never whole without the self... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Don't talk about sides, talk about the collective interest, anything else out of a politician's myth is driven by the inane profit found in ungodly sides! Stand down your unreasonableness and begin, God's waiting! It's a circle and it includes the collective, known and unknown. Come and get Me! We shall create our own echo! © 2015 Peace, Love, Laughter, Forgiveness, MrP, Scribe, Mark Richard Prime

The meek shall have need in creating Heaven beneath their feet, need in sensing angels standing before them in all people's of Home. The collective We resides in Me, and We dearly reflects upon the ME of this equation. I am ingesting its truth all around Me. The medicine is not illegal, marijuana is God's herb for our maintenance, our dance with all others and with the constant flux, in awe of its will over anyone, save for the whole of humankind, We angels in birth... We is Me... (Woe's Me...) Whoah... No. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

Where has the truth of God within been hi-jacked by fear's creation? Let's not search too long for the truth when it's countenance is directly beneath our feet. Seems like a huge waste of time to Me. We might agree if We dances with Me in the know, then Heaven's smile, then freedom from to be with instead... © 2015 PEACE LOVE FORGIVENESS LAUGHTER Mark Richard Prime, MrP

The Koch Brothers may not be the seat of control, but if they spoil the environment because of their profit from a finite resource that they cannot own, they'll profit nothing for their greed without regard to all others and all things. It's a dance I wouldn't wish upon them, but it is up to them how their dance with Creation never-ends for themselves alone... Well one needn't be a rocket scientist to imagine the winner in a tug of war between humankind and the (H)eartH.__MrP © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

There's much to learn from such belief. There's much to find within our actions. Our use is that of sheep if we but do the bidding of empire. Religion, War Machine, Governance, Capitalism, (The Root, follow the money) the reason war is worshiped along with the warrior. One is the root invented by humankind as a currency for goods and the other is the puppet. The opposing thumbs marching into battle! -Calling all righteous warriors! Peacemaker is your true calling, as it is for all. Truth. Let us be true defenders of freedom, let us begin to recognize our own collusion to the destruction of others and Home, let us cease and desist our virulent consumption, let us recognize our duty to Creation, not empire. All, not some. All. Lower your weapon, brothers and sisters. Lower your weapons and deliver a story of love and peace that'll be worth repeating. © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Pan's Swing always watching over the human race as they dream,  as they play and as they make-believe,  but there I go repeating myself. © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Drenched in sweat I see her reflection before me, wings high above her shoulders, shading me, eyes the color of Creation, the heart of an angel. She had again returned to me, guided her heart to mine, we danced along the same pathway. So why is she a stranger to me? (So why are you a stranger to her?) The reflection is read in reverse by me and from front to back she reads. I suppose then Love and Peace must be walking past one another on our way around the circle… With enough patience, we’ll meet again and have learned more of our union and find ourselves bending toward the other with a deeper understanding of our evolution, with a more insightful glance and with a recognized truth. If we must, we’ll lovingly bow to the other as we pass by again in search of this union’s exactness. We’ll either humbly bow, accepting our opposite course, or respectfully fall into one another’s dream and breathe in our fullness. Pray for what is true. © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Evil is what we create it to be, nothing more and nothing less, best one not be adept at making it fearful, otherwise wars might break out over belief instead of over need. There is no need for evil, we'll all agree in the echo, but there is certainly need for its opposite, kind. We need be kind to all things to the same degree with which our regrets tend to overshadow our journey... © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime