CONFESSION ZERO

Do not flee the truth beneath the feet, do not imagine a better place in the offing, this is now, this is now and this is now. (H)eartH is a living, breathing, feeling thing, Life in its masterful evolution, not some eyesore from our lowly human perspective, a thing we need shape in the image of Peace and Love and Kindness and Charity and Heaven and Home and for the collection of Life... Do not imagine that threats and actions of retribution are not central to many of the problems in the world. Violence begets violence without question. Bless those that go to war for an ideology based on ownership and fear of and from and with far too much pride in destructive force, they're going to need such blessings in order to face the truth of such an ideology. ISIS was created by empire, created in order to meet an agenda, an end that falls short of Love and misrepresents the pathway to Peace. Love the people all, end all War and have no need to create a warrior class and instead cre...

Happy Veterans Day. Pin a heart on us, the living, we, the warring. The deceased have more breath than our breathing. Emblems of our emptiness and weakness puncturing hunger’s sleeve with dreary brooch. Cackling our minute’s final gasp with warring, weak idols pinned to proud chests, unfilled, all. Pin sweet thoughts upon the dull, not pennants of gluttony, empire, warfare and oil. Whilst our children die for those already dead let us begin anew with this-the worlds flagless living. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The children were dressed for the parade, yet they knew not what awaited their joy, what unknown would greet them on their path, things that had the power to dull their hearts. - This rule that breathes gives no answer; in the firmness of the warrior our exposed intolerance stirs our blind procession, our dwindling freedom. - The standing mercenary with the noise in his throat like the gurgle of death bubbling up with the blood of tyrants. - The church bells chime, the rainfall falls, the mountains mount, but the smell of addiction does not fade; human empires, without exception, do. - © 2010 by mark prime