CONFESSION ZERO

( Frames/sing - Anslem's Proof of God ) Isn’t it possible that we are a part of this thing we’ve coined evolution, our adaptability theory or our belief’s presumption heaped upon the great and immense unknown unknowable, and we’re evolving toward laughter, life and Love; evolving love in motion toward the fullness, the center of Love, as if our very spirits depend on it? There’s a word for that… (Necessity is your need, not your want. Remember…) There are so many loveless gestures in the spirits that dwell within the one singular exactness of the loving spirit, wherever and whatever. We’re evolving, we’re adapting to our need to love over our inane desire to be King and Queen of the loving eartH of Life, Laughter and Love with a tyrants fist… Rejoice at the news! Our folly can be held away from its trembling if we’ll but love the eartH of Creation in return… (Echo…) The birds chime in as if on cue, or perhaps my ears entered in from prayer to Home, Heaven on eartH t...

The children were dressed for the parade, yet they knew not what awaited their joy, what unknown would greet them on their path, things that had the power to dull their hearts. - This rule that breathes gives no answer; in the firmness of the warrior our exposed intolerance stirs our blind procession, our dwindling freedom. - The standing mercenary with the noise in his throat like the gurgle of death bubbling up with the blood of tyrants. - The church bells chime, the rainfall falls, the mountains mount, but the smell of addiction does not fade; human empires, without exception, do. - © 2010 by mark prime