CONFESSION ZERO

"I think it is very facile for people to say 'Oh, torture is terrible,' You posit the situation where a person that you know for sure knows the location of a nuclear bomb that has been planted in Los Angeles and will kill millions of people. You think it's an easy question? You think it's clear that you cannot use extreme measures to get that information out of that person?" __Supreme Court Justice, Antonin Scalia ~ Dear Justice Scalia, It pains me to imagine that you are still a member of the "US Supreme Court", sir . Your simplistic take on the torture issue alone is cause to remove you from your position with haste. You desire an easy question? Here’s one for you, sir… When speaking of torture, knowing that there is an established law that has already found it to be illegal, why do you disseminate the premise that torture is a valid tactic, especially when you base your argument on some make believe and fearful scenario? My...

Sorry if I get caught up in this dance with one another's spirits in my prayer and it surprises you. Not a weird thing, a real thing. ~ The song is and has always been playing beneath our virulent energies, just out of the fullness of our perception... ~ There is still the self to contend with no matter how we try to diminish our role in it all... ~ Let's have a Love summit, a belief summit if you will, not about the same beliefs of Love, Suffering, take your Jesus off of the cross already! Not about the fear, the wrath and the vengeance and these rigid holdings, like those we've had for thousands of centuries now. Let us beg another covenant of God and Love. This time, we're bound to get it right... ~ The spirit sat nearby, wanting only to see that it was betrothed to me. It is, we are, I am, what's the difference, kind spirit? Live, Love and Laugh... ~ Will we gather in this spiritual valley and fear nothing, for it is ours to fear and ours ...

Somewhere something has plunged beneath the surface toward the fiery core of last rites. We are now confronted with our assured darkness in the bending supremacy, wet and ascending, nodding to God’s turned eyes. (Silence...) We should be determined to face its pitiless shadow, lash it to truth and force it relinquish its wish. And at the foot of the drifting tree of our knowledge we must implore it lay down its malignancy now pointing upon the touch of heaven. (Silence...) Somewhere something shall burst through the surface toward the stunned sky, wet and ravenous. It will beckon war, the murderer. It will summon the thief, greed. We must beseech it free our reckless child now bending of annihilation’s reach. (Silence...) We must love all. We must love. (Echo...) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Neighbor, breathe your love if you are going to parrot the truth… (Don’t sit there with the smugness reserved for kings. Love!) There is no cunning in Love, it is the pirouette, the canvas upon which to paint our love not our confounded fears… (What order did you expect it to come pouring out of your hands, lips with fingers, upside-down headed man?) Touch upon Love and you will soon never touch upon another in any way, but that which most loves… (No! You yourself have fouled your own ideal! Live by your word, Mark Richard Prime!) I don’t remember my words! Not in any order, much like my story, I had nothing because I believed in nothing! (Nothing, too, is a belief, Rimnod.) I only remember now, these words, now, and my now and these words are starting to blur. It keeps me honest, certainly more so than if I were shelled away in some makeshift partition with all my indifference as drink, my fears as goblet for all to swill… (Oh.) (Silence…) © 2012 the spirit of...

I need only produce the script of a mad man for the jackals to howl their rage. Perhaps they’re not jackals, perhaps they’re wingless angels on earth? Maybe I’ve got it all backwards and the stewards of the eartH are waiting for me to release my cackling belief among my brethren instead of suffering for never having believed the one truth… The singular exactness surrounded by the human imagination is something I shudder to think of, it is sorrow personified… My love, it’s because I have not yet truly begun to waggle this speech to my family and upon the family of man that they too might sense that where they are is abundantly more important than where they imagine they’re going… Let me rein in the chaos and rejoice like the children of April in the rain… Come! Let me bring my laughter. Let me bring my staggering belief to a level like no other imagined! Heaven beneath my feet! If I ever imagined Heaven before, I certainly never imagined it as Home until my prayers began in e...