CONFESSION ZERO

Let me howl and roar above the falling metal, scream and cry over such mortal loathing that infinite voices might join with me, wed with my brothers and sisters, and unite in reason the cause of one. © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

I'm not the only one that knows The truth of our story I know without knowing Can't explain intuition's dance in my head There's a lion in the ring and I'm roaring This story unfolds like an accordion Only with violin strings for vibration I'm not due a solo I'm due a dance with all You and you and you Join hands and glide the spirit Into a circle and sing like we mean it The snow may not make it this year Home has other plans, my dear I went too far, tumbled too low We tumbled, too Lost the truth of all we knew Tumblin' down the rabbit hole Smiling on our things made of Home Laughing at brother and sister Bombs made of fearful whispers Hushed in their descent Loud at detonation Battle hymns require little explanation When they begin to play You better run Bombs don't wait They don't wait RUN! RUN, CHILD! RUN! The bombs are falling in the silent night RUN, MOTHER, RUN! The bomb's igniting death RUN ...

Rat a tat tat The last time we found ourselves in this place was yesterday and the yesterday before that Rat a tat tat Counting backwards we arrive at three and the yesterday's before the yesterday's of a war-filled history Peace has no history Some would argue That we've had Peace-time But I would counter That was merely a lull A break from the battle But not from death's rattle Just a breath A breath made of coldness Buried beneath machines Of mass destruction A weaponized instruction An evil held up by the deep roots of money Rat a tat tat The last time we found ourselves in this place was yesterday and the yesterday before that Rat a tat tat The last time In war's mind Feels the same As the last Our lull toward love Is just a break A break from Godless war I PRAY, NO MORE We don't have time No time for crying As the spirit's dying From murderous destruction WAKE UP War's the last Thing God ...

I am not trapped, I might appear to be walking into a "trouble", but being aware (instinctually) of what's coming is not exactly walking in unaware... I may not "know" the details, but I sure "know" the gist. Now what? (We continue to ignore you.) What the hell for? (The council.) The council? (You really don't know do you?) Know what? (You are the scribe of this story, dear child... They're waiting on you to awaken...) ...these are tears of joy, by the way... They flow out of both eyes like a waterfall. They flow until my mind settles into my spirit. My soul’s being reworked, so to speak. That might be worrisome to some, but when you’ve been ingesting the spirit of others unbeknownst to the self for your entire existence, it loses its worrisome coat and instead stays for a good and confident long while. Hello. © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

(It's an issue of giving the other side too much influence over us!) There are no sides in Love and Peace, they have always shared equal halves of each spirit. How much love does it take to bring peace on (H)eartH? 100%. (But not all peace, right? I mean we gotta maintain our animal urges, ya know? So how much peace does it take to bring love on (H)eartH?) 100%. (I was afraid you were gonna say that.) There is no balance between love and peace, they are always in their fullness, we've just buried them so far beneath our fear and want and pointless remembrances that this keeps us repeating "history" with the conqueror's stamp of approval. Reverse course the madness, before the conquered and the conquerors have identical realities. © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

(Can you stop?) There is no on/off switch. (Can you, perhaps write in code?) I am writing in code, the decoded language of our original ancestors. What a long and storied history we've had and what amazing advancements world wide and great feats of heroism that brought the collective to cheering, a past of great philosophy, art, literature, plays, symphonies, paintings, sculptures, architecture and love, but where was Peace? Has Peace succumbed to war? Has Forgiveness made nest deep underground to keep the bullets and bombs from finding it? Perhaps if it showed its lenient face, war would find no reason to continue? Welcome to mine and my world. We are Angels to Home and Humanity, we are legion, we are strong and we are here to peacefully and lovingly as brothers and sisters set the record straight... Me © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

When dealing with others I believe we must express our own assembled truth and not these tired niceties, I mean please continue to be nice and cheerful as you can muster, but sometimes we need to have the debate, our evolving spirits and minds are thirsty for the truth... I say let's feed them before they too are grey under the chin... Wink wink nudge tickle and poke, playfully... it beats the hell out of War, thereby ending even a hint of its misshapen countenance... Truth. Mark Richard Prime, married to Fear, turned out to be Love, found Peace, not she. Why? Answer the riddle, but do not so quickly imagine your right because someone didn't check their sources before publishing words... stories which lead and led to war. (What happened to humankind grandpa?) It was given to us by you, my dear child, without saying a word, you led us out of the ashes, now we are prepared to begin again in the present tense. (I love you, grandpa!) And I, you, dear child... © 201...

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

    The war drums are being banged loudly and we are damn well deaf to who's doing the drumming. We are being led, my friends. It wasn't long ago that we were led into supporting the most expensive (ongoing) war in history based on lies. Can't we grasp that the warmongers are pulling out all the stops to foment a war to end humanity's fragile grip on the truth behind it all?  Surely humankind can rise up and lift the veil from the war profiteers and end this madness before we slide off the edge of reason and lose our minds altogether? Warmonger's are patient beasts and their "war plans" unfold in purposeful stages.  1- Fear 2- Grief 3- Anger 4- Indifference 5- War  This method has been used for a rather long time and we are still the perfect Guinea pigs. We're prideful, ignorant, distracted, fearful and greedy. Let's open our hoodwinked eyes and begin to rise up and end this madness by demanding that the world usher in Peace! D...

War's a monstrous echo of our stewardship. End its reign! Bring Peace to its original tallness, that it might see eye to eye with Love...~Mark Prime © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime

The song plays over and over It rolls its drums It plucks its strings It breathes a symphony What of Love What of Peace What of our Laughter We've been Forgiven, haven't we The drum thumps out its note The cello strums its ocean The conductor bends now in the wind Let me usher in my muse Let me find the water and the food Enough to feed them all, nourish them Feed them, clothe them, a symphony rising This song plays over and over Again and again It rolls its drums It plucks its strings It breathes a symphony Me and you. You and Me © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Dear Love, the walls I built had to be torn down Dear Love the walls we've built have to come down Dear Home, the toxins I left in you have to be wiped away Dear (H)eartH the toxins we've spilled have to be cleansed I will rise as Peace, I will rise as Forgiveness We will rise as Peace, we will rise as Forgiveness I will rise, on the streets, in the houses of worship We will rise, on the streets, in the houses of worship I bow to the truth, pray for salvation from my use of Home Dear Brother, bow to the truth, pray for salvation from our use of Home I pray the (H)eartH brings me humbly around to myself Dear Sister, pray the (H)eartH brings us humbly around to Heaven Pray out loud, plead that all others forgive us, that they forgive Me Beseech the children to forgive us all for our misuse of them Oh God! We need bow to our kinship, bow to what holds us here Bow we must, but never allow ourselves to be enslaved by another Be righteous, be humble, be both and ...

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.

( A BEN HEINE CREATION ) A WOMAN WALKS ALONE TOGETHER The truth breathes in us from the birth of our voices The truth swims inside, waiting for when we’ll see The love is always there, we just need open our wings The love plays in my violin, my symphony of strings I am floating now in the wind where do I get on the train it seems so far away, the echo a whistle, a sound oft heard in dreams The wind brings my reverie crashing Laughing- Laughing for all to hear I don’t hold back the truth, mine or ours Things are coming to me now, hello Let us speak to one another of our commonality Child, dog, cat, squirrels, trees, kinship, community It is another C word that trumps the others Caring, Cause, Creation… The drone of the pipe organ fades now to drum and string… Love and Peace I am nothing, I am lesser than, I am in the wind We are nothing without one another We love and we fear, I say no more Let us join together without profit of a few Let us rise up as ...

We are using gods gift of that there is not one doubt, but we must realize is how we are using it is a direct reflection of how we use others and ourselves it's a dangerous game to imagine it otherwise © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

I journey from between the variances found in the craft of love's choice devoid of Peace- ain't happening my friends. Peace & Love © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

We may imagine that we are defending ourselves from an "evil", those "others", who, by the way, believe that they too are defending themselves from an "evil", those "others", but in truth, we are merely buying into a lie we tell ourselves in order to sleep better and to support a machine that has no interest in our well being as a collective peoples. When we go to war, the circle is no longer utilized for harmony. When we humans insist upon marching back and forth on only one segment of the circle, and only march to another segment to bomb and kill others as commanded and/or chosen, then the circle becomes a conveyor belt with sides and walls and borders that return us again and again to our fears and to the destruction of humanity and the circle we all walk around on. When one segment breaks away and its "perfection" is broken again and again, it is, and rightfully so, no longer a circle. It is a vicious cycle that must be stopped...