CONFESSION ZERO

We send our kids off to be educated because we're too damned busy being enslaved by corporate warlords without a lick of true goodness in their profits! Starving children, and we pay a movie star, athlete, dancer, daredevil, artist, etc, millions to entertain us while children are being murdered for resources, while whole peoples are being slaughtered in the name of a deity! There are people selling people, raping people, enslaving people, terrorizing people, torturing people, abusing people, killing people. People killing animals for trinkets! People taking and selling human organs for great monetary profit! People mocking the destitute! People being cruel to people! End this human madness, cried the sun! Cease the madness of over-consuming! Taking and taking until the source is left without a choice, but to cleanse itself... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

This came before and this is my story, like it? I don't have a choice! I am therefore it is.  © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

We climb to the top of our day early on, we are animal you are animal, sweet love, sweet peace, weeping love We are animal today, who knows about tomorrow Heaven sings my song and asks me to sing it in the coming inheritance come once and all, all are forgiven! Let's go from here, let's not go back there, but in parts, blend in with, better than warring a hole in center of our use. God I pray forgiveness, for all down here on your stage. I am one actor and writer who is asking you kindly to raise the curtain and let this Heavenly Play begin. Come with Me. No more games, I am well aware of all things. Think, better yet, don't, come with me and we will figure it out together... Come, my Love, enter in with Me, heads held high, love on... Coffee gets cold, but love never gets old and dies, love is alive, love has our breath in tact, kindness is the cat's meow, the dog at your feet, love is alive, amendable, bettered, perfected, God. Be.   © 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

I prayed to God, I met God, I danced with God, I trembled at God, God trembled back, up the mountain to rid my half-brother of his sins I carried upon my back. Should have left a clearer runway to where you imagined we would take off from to escape your allowance of Hell in your beliefs in God, if God were so inclined to imagine us otherwise! © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

I occupy the full space around the campfire. The space occupies Me, and my dream, a fancy story full of bold characters, some seemingly speaking out of turn. What would you choose to believe, that Heaven is indescribable or just beneath the feet? (Indescribable.) Idiot. That is not what I mean, pardon my use of that word. (What word?) Oh my... © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

TUG OF WAR PEACE There’s no set date.  End the madness of time. Bunch of damn fools tugging on the line  for arbitrary points remain out of reach. I am. We are. Home is Heaven beneath our feet. The tide is in control  and it is surely coming. Make no mistake, Peace is here,  so is Love, the story will not wait  for some fool to make their plans, the Scribe assures it as Creation demands. “Rise up!” And so it shall be,  echo back to front. November eleventh,  December first, January one,  or then or then or twenty-fifteen,  exactness has no limit  and truth does firmly come. __mrp

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

I sense the medicine is in Heaven, it better be, it's what brought me to it. Funny how that has worked out, the medicine, legal and all... (It's legal?) How could it not be? THC is in our bodies naturally and so is DMT, among many other natural medicines growing on God's (H)eartH. Therefore they cannot be made illegal by anyone or for any reason. See, even the "courts of law" agree with Me. It's kind of like how NATO operates, everyone gets a vote and it goes up the food chain to the big dogs, the big feeders and breeders, and they imagine they can rig the game against all odds, not on your life... (H)eartH has a say in what is believed of Home and child! wake up and smell the aroma of a brisk Colombian roast! Live, Love, Laugh, and do more quieting down, let the (H)eartH be heard... heal... Heaven. © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

(A real man isn't weak, isn't out of shape, has no bad habits, isn't violent, isn't unproductive, isn't out of control, isn't angry, isn't-) Okay! Let Me stop you right there, negated spirit! First of all no one wants to know what a real man isn't! Tell your audience what a real man is and I bet you'll have a debate on your hands. We think we know God from reading a book or hearing a tale of old? Come on! We should know God God's inside of us and we are creating a fledgling of a myriad of beliefs, some maddened, some delirious, some tragic, some spiritualistic, some methodical, some silent, some loud, some whispered, some with none. Let's create a belief in Home and one another worth repeating when God makes God's entrance through Me. Jesus was on the right track then began to center in on the self, where God waits in earnest. Second son, Next One, Risen sun... Love AND Peace Step aside, brother, this is gonna take you off of you...

Dreams are past and future, never present, unless you've stopped dreaming and open your eyes, then they're present. © 2014 the spirit of Love and Peace dancing through Mark Richard Prime

(Who did you choose to be in this, our story, Scribbler?) The opposite of even the need or the idea of a God outside of ourselves. If it turns out to be both, I welcome such a loving outcome. Anything short of Loving intentions will fade away, only loving and peaceful thoughts shall enter the Heavenly structure... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The real journey will be the one to the self. Courageous are those that dare venture into the darkness to rescue a fallen angel... ~ We may not need them to control our guns, but we certainly need them to control theirs. Keep our senses about us, keep our rights about us, and keep our Love at the forefront of both... ~ Warriors of this world, you need no gun or bomb as weapon, you need the fullness of Love upon your tongue, sing it, write it, speak it, paint it, stage it, be it... ~ A spiritual warfare that not one gun will help us with our struggle toward peace... ~ I certainly hope that through my constant posts that I am not making you tired of my speech... It is my intention to set off an alarm within you, deep inside, beneath the fear and the want, trying to rise up on belief's behalf and grasp our hands and pull us up into Heaven... I think that I'm proving that I'm human, now let's dance and change us both into fine feathered spirits and ne...

O! This is Heaven! I just know it! (You mean you "believe it".) When it is beyond doubt, belief is what you know. You create it as you go, I chose to make it peace at Home. Or should I say the way was chosen for me, Love runs this show. The day we stop believing in something, is the day we fold all of our tents and throw the last bowl of water on the fire. The reality painted of this is mine and yours and yours and yours and yours and yours and if we begin our dance with Love, in my belief, the sky is the beginning and the never-end. Awe is ours to mount with a glorious laughter! By making time irrelevant in my belief, I've managed to turn the reality that I'm in into an eternal journey, if, and I mean only if, Creation wills it so... We think of it, it is made and we are one within our own conception. Is that hell? (Depends. What do you believe it to be?) Heaven. (Then yes, by all means, reflect your imagined Heaven! A glorious masterpiece we'd b...

Tango Charley, we have friendly’s on the ground! You are cleared to level their reality! Engage at will! Copy that, Loving Spirit, engaging now… What was that? (Frequency intervention, I’d imagine.) What the hell is frequency intervention? (There is no hell that I know of. There is only Heaven before my eyes.) Keep us looking up for salvation and we’ll forget that our salvation rests beneath our feet. It’s heaven if we want it! Who doesn’t desire Love? Who doesn’t desire peace and goodness for all of humankind? Who doesn’t desire a healthy eartH? Who truly wants to suffer in such folly when it’s always been up to us as angels to earn our Heavenly Home? We are meant to grow with Creation’s great unknowns and with Love’s most wondrous Heart(H)… (The hell you say!) Why must there be “hell”? Why couldn’t our belief marry our truth and have Love triumph in the end? Haven’t all of our stories, and paintings and words and music and dance, sought out that which was most lo...

I’m still smoking. I don’t know why… I’m human? I may have made that particular promise to the wrong side of Love, my fears, to I, not me. Quitting is such sweet sorrow. Do not smoke, do not do as I do, unless in me you sense my image as a reflection of Love… Just because I chose the fullness of Love over fear doesn’t mean I’m out of the woods. Love’s a tough instinct. It wrestles with doubt- Damn thinking brain! Why couldn’t we have played nice, remembered the reason for our existence, kept our wits about us, held on for our dear Life instead of letting life, love and laughter turn on itself? O! My Lovely angel Love! Your forgiveness and grace have me stymied. Their power makes it hard to travel so freely about my task, its current is swift, but its journey is most memorable… (What journey? You’re sitting on your ass painting wordy pictures! Why don’t you do something, Rimnod!) I am. (Well that’s not good enough!) Love, dear spirit, guides me along the path. I am merely...

Imagine if I’m wrong in this belief, won’t I still then proceed to summon that which is Love and not that which is fear? I believe in it beyond a shadow of a doubt, but I cannot know. How can I know, this is after all just a belief? If it were known, this would be an easy riddle to solve, but then wouldn’t that render that life has unfolded without purpose? O! What a riddle is this! Won’t I recall the journey back Home to paradise, might I summon Love and God and be done with belief all together? Isn’t the truth set to be known? I mean mustn’t that be our eventual purpose, to love with the fullness of our spirit? Why wouldn’t that be enough? (Silence…) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Cruel and unusual comes to mind, this plan, of the salvation to come, is in two forms; Love, which is a way of saying desire or prayer or God, a prayer in and of itself, and the other is deeds against her. Isn’t my duty to the Mother, the eartH and Love to which I owe my breath, where my allegiances should be? Oh! Rejoice that Heaven is indeed where I am! I am already there and now that fear has been vanquished, let me travel with the fullness of Love. Love and Truth are with all, I must make my choice for Love, or I will have been a lie, nothing but another try to find the next one able, and/or willing, to make the journey to save the collective self. (Too much noise, the siren of fear, and not enough Laughter, the siren of Love…) Who we are, our purpose, our Home is what we must search for together in order for us humans to summon the fullness of the spirit of Love… (You can make this your paradise on eartH while you imagine another!) God and Love believe in me, now all I...

We’ve always been God, we all have by inheritance, not by comprehension’s end and truth’s begin of anything beyond our need to know, until we understand what, then where, then who we are! We have to get to know ourselves, and the (H)eartH requires a path to her salvation from your God! That I believe is coming soon to our theater in the cosmos, we are not separate of that which we float in with abandon, we are the sky! The sky is what we’ve always been a part of, without the rain we perish, it’s her pureness of her nectar called water that we dance in the first place! We begin in her nectar! We are life within her loins and we can’t run fast enough to escape the Mother, she is everywhere and she is Love, the other side of God, make your choice… I’m not working with them, at least not the 100%, these spirits that want to shape our story, that desire something more akin to Armegeddon than the loving method in which we summon our Love. We dance with another’s love all day and night...