CONFESSION ZERO

It is not an easy thing this atmosphere of expectation this arena of belief coliseum's of suffering over relief ghosts of intention the slow slide of a mind unfolding the pathway littered with soured tests a glancing penance of unrest entering backward lest we forget I'm the imperfect son the next one the undone the lost the found the turned around the love bound the upside down the weeping man head in the sand spoiling the plan loves all, not just some the whole, not just one The cardinal thrums here come the drums A fee and a fie, a foe and a fum Rata tat tat drum drum drum I sense my own reckoning my own truth beckoning God help me © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

This guy, this guy with a cigarette in his hand, he is the guy that knows, oh, all of the others in me know, too, but this guy, he s delivers the spirit, he's got the tongue of- (We interrupt this tired speech for an action movie! Atleast with an action flick there's action and not just flowery words designed to flatter the sense of Home snd Family. Oh! What a cruel joke to have it be me, cried this guy! At least action movie characters have the decency to appear as if they're doing something...) Who's that guy? (That's This guy?) Okay. Then who is this guy?  (Yes. That's him.) This guy? (Yes.) This guy, this guy with a cigarette in his hand, he is the guy that knows, oh, all of the others in me know, too, but this guy, he delivers the spirit, he's got the tongue of God. (Hush now child, everything's going to be better than okay, it's going to be Heavenly! ☯💜☮) © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

---Right to be--- That's superfluous, my friends. It's the right to subsist in peace and love that need be our true answers...  Yes, the universe is, it is we that have failed to remember the truth of our use... To cherish Life... Like I said, Home must become our flesh and bone Heaven, otherwise what's true will deny us entrance... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

I am scribing this story as it unfolds, sometimes I go off on tangents, distraction's on the way into God's free-flow... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

This post is going to be long and meaningful. Rated NC17 or some such silliness. The truth comes in many colors and languages, but the words we deem foul are no more than put together, and those things we've wedged into a standing position like corpses leaning against a wall, half dangle, half tumble down when the time is ripe like spring. (Did somebody say springtime?) 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... We persist, despite the odds, physically and spiritually, God has always taken notice of that. I need little help in getting into a jam, so I thought it was time to show you how to stay out of ever having ever found himself in. This is to you few, who know, may we always dance in the known, before we ever again create a hell out of the things we're given... Long... Now meaningful... Love and Peace are conjoined twins of spirit, born over two years apart, a union of spirit ling before the silliness of humankind's expectation and Love's Peace being resuscitated. Up for air, breat...

Whatever you've done, all's forgiven, but the song plays still, we need but heed its verse, its Love and Peace, it's scribe, it's surface... © 2015 Peace, Love, Laughter, Forgiveness, MrP, Scribe, Mark Richard Prime

Write something that helps us find our way, Scribe! We've been waiting for too long now to let foul stories stand in our way of implementing the powers of Heaven. End your wars now! End your genocide now! End your murder of Home, your murder of one another! Shame on us! Shame on our indifference to Life, Love and Laughter, Heaven. Do not forsake Me, brother, for I am falling and I imagine I'm soaring, not plummeting, yet I am aware of this thread that tries to get between us. So it is my duty to inform you that that is not happening, not on my watch in Heaven. (Are you like a sentry?) Yes. No. I suppose. No. I'm more like the fool who imagines himself the sentry. (Oh. In that case, carry on. Sorry to have disturbed such a delicate balance.) You're only human. (You're very astute aren't you fool?) Aren't we all? (Silence...) © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

I became a true scribe without seeking it, without plan, the flux works in our favor when we find God, not just in ourselves, but in all others and all things. © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

I became a true scribe without seeking it, without plan, the flux works in our favor when we find God, not just in ourselves, but in all others and all things. © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

To those who creep near to influence Careful what you imagine of Mark Richard Prime He's in God's hands. ~ If I think this isn't about all of life, the collection, then I am ignorant to the idea of Creation, of Creator, of God, of Love, of Forgiveness, of Exactness, of Peace. I am not ignorant of any of these things. ~ If you've an agenda toward me when I've none to speak of toward any,the benefit of doubt rests with you until we dance, then you and I both will have none to speak of. It is so very, very simple... ~ I don't think volcanoes threaten lifeThey erupt in natures songThey're the celloSometimes the drumThey speak a language we long ago forgotMight be beneficial for us to again listen to Home ~ Our names were written down in the book long before now. There is no need to place it there again, forgiveness was granted long ago, so live, love and laugh! Rat-tat-boom-boom-rat-a-tat! Everything's going to be okay! Rejoice in the truth...

Continue to wake me in my sleep oh crying spirit, I'll meet you there in Heaven and you shall see it's true. Not the Heaven we imagined, but the Heaven we are now! And now and now and now, I need and desire a pow wow, pow pow wow wow, I danced with the Cherokee! Mark Richard Prime grooved with the native spirit and found it most profound, may mentions of Heaven just never by its actual name, (H)eartH! Any one that tries to trump that, steal this, rape those, pillage the soul, this is the word of God, the Truth in my system of belief and actuality! Pow wow with Me, dear Cherokee! Pow wow with Me and I will lead you out of bondage! Peace is Mark Richard Prime personified. 3, 2, 1, now weeps the sun, 1,2,3 let it be! Can't change it, but you can make it worth living, loving and laughing, the Home for all three as we know them! Giddy up and evolve fine feathered spirits, come for Me, let us ride this tale to the actual reality, Mark Richard Prime's actuality. See? You n...

The deep strawberry moon will slip the horizon, rising with the pace of our garden, moving across the span, casement to casement, a clear sky, full glow, crown and root. The night-song will tap a thrumming beat as it seeks our pace without deliberation, without plan, no calendar for its prayer, pink to red, a strawberry's breathing color. In this moon's rise will be the hue of Truth, a Peace conceived of Love. Dogs howl approval, hearts wailing the veins of their surface, I'll plead with the night to summon my speech. Speak, scribe! Tell them of your journey, tell them the story of themselves, you've sensed it, they'll listen when you tell them of its breathing, the reddening veins of God’s offspring... yearning. Peace and Love © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

But what if this story that pours from Me is indeed the word of God? (You said that God was before word, Scribbler!) Yes, but God must use words to communicate Creation's use of humankind, otherwise what would be the use in language? ~ It is not that I medicate, it is the source of its origins that lights up the pathway for Me. I don't follow… I lead them back to the truth. I am here calling you all back to the source... ~ I could be speaking these words to you if you'd invite me to speak. (Is that some kind of vampire thing, you must be invited in?) Sure, but they are angels that ask to come in to bow to them and still be known as equals... ~ The words and deeds of vampires and humans is a mirror, sucking the Love out of the (H)eartH and thereby sucking the Love out of us. The truth is coming, prepare for its arrival, it's going to have a voice that is used and a dance step that boggles the mind... ~ No one has jurisdiction over Me. The buck stops he...

If I'm pretending that I'm Jesus reanimated, consider this, Jesus and I both may have been doing it all wrong when the spirits came upon us, I mean he was a man and God, right? I mean he was a walking vessel that was under the same rules as Me. If he did indeed convince them that he was God, I understand, but why did he not tell them that they too were God? In order to be a God, there needn't be any sacrifice in the least. As to the whole, there need be cooperation, which may require some sacrifice, but never the way Jesus was said to have suffered for not completing the mission, which may have been exactly the way the story unfolded, but why would he have to be crucified? Could the crucifixion be a spiritual journey that got turned into a story, that got turned into a doctrine of suffering and Love, that was given to us when be believed it and the truth wasn't near what was imagined? To what degree has suffering helped humankind in the least, but make them cowards a...

(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

Good morning! Traffic, chain-saw, noise, sky, baby blue, cloud, white and grey, chain-saw, traffic! (You already said the last two, Scribbler!) They bore repeating. ~ I'm doing it all backwards, I keep forgetting to tell you. My reactions are to the truth that has already unfolded long ago. © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Don't come at Me in a rush, come at Me with wondrous Love and Peace. I am mere scribe of the words that we all might want to heed. It's not my belief that landed Me here, it was my deeds... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The muses that call me to sleep are pre-dream, prerequisite, precursor, pre-ordained, no different than the rest, the same, without title, a spirit without name, a dreaming of Love and Peace... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Oh, my angel’s of light burning beyond, before my gaze your purpose known shining the path, lighting my way through your blaze, with your ode painted on the sky, the waterfall of music travels at your speed found in my dance upon your surface, the motion beneath your gape of imagine. Rejoice in your ode translated here, not mine to interpret, but mine to let out, breathe now your symphony of sight to hear strumming our song and scribing it here… Peace and Love © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Before sleep... Oh, my angel’s of light burning beyond, before my gaze your purpose known shining the path, lighting my way through your blaze. With your ode painted on the sky, the waterfall of music travel at your speed, found in my dance upon your surface, the motion beneath your gape of imagine. Rejoice in your ode translated here, not mine to interpret, but mine to scribe, breathe now your symphony of sight to hear strumming our song and scribing it here… Peace and Love © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime