CONFESSION ZERO

(O! To be in a room with these four, what a chance!) I'd speak to them all of war's useless scratch,  speak to them of drones and Iraq, of mothers, fathers, children spent of life for the cost of a damn barrel of oil. If I had the chance, I wouldn't chit chat, I'd summon Peace to enter in and dance. I'd not waste a second on trivial matters, this would be the time for truth's glance. I would not be disrespectful in the least, I'd expect that of them, they'd asked Me to leave, to which I'd say, the world's been waiting on Peace, not more bloody wars and militant police... Of course I would, but that's just Me, the last one to speak and the least of We. Love and Peace © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Mr. President, open your eyes fully my friend. Remember you are behind them. Allow me to breathe clean air, I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. As a sovereign vessel of Love, I demand you do something in the best interests of the people. Stop imagining that it doesn't matter to enough of us to lift the curtain on the charade that is big government politics of which you are at the "pinnacle". You should not be seeking control of things, Mr. Obama, you should be seeking to relinquish control of the people to the people. People are not to be governed by you, you are to be governed by them. Let us see if that dance will step you nearer to the multitude of voices waiting for the most powerful country (?), most prosperous country, to step up and declare Peace and Home as most sacred! Peace and Home, my friend, are sacred. Careful how you use them, they may not like what they find in your thinking... Love, peace, laughter, and goodness to you, yours and t...