CONFESSION ZERO

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime

The night is always young when time ceases to exist. ~ It is true, enough talk of change and it begins to enter the flow of my own purpose, I do not pretend, I am true. True. I only say this to let you know that I am not just anybody’s fool… The songs begin and I hear their echo, I repeat it backward, the story unfolds. It is so much simpler than humankind has been imagining it for far too many lifetimes. Not this lifetime. This lifetime around we shall unfold with a righteous purpose born in us from Exactness. I am the prodigal son of a- Wait it out! They can’t kill you! I am the prodigal son of a- Bit by bit- That’s it! Unfold. Roll out the red carpet- the green carpet, Bent upon one knee, I pray, I breathe, thank you. Prodigal son of a- son-of-a- son-of-a- This is it, the final spin for me, I’ve used enough chances now, I’m like three or four cats put together for what I have been spared. (You wish, Scribbler!) The lives of ot...

For awhile there I was suppressing and pressing this stream of consciousness, the irony, I'm going to visit the hell you designed for rebels like Me. Mark Richard Prime knows who he is, and he is set to arrive with Love as his bride, Forgiveness as his Child(ren), Laughter of the spirit, God of the God within. I found my God within to be all forgiving. Thank God for that... figuratively and literally, there's little difference between the two as far as belief goes, the balance needs be met between belief and reality, a beneficial actuality. Me, We, God, One, Love and Peace © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Look, you know me... I hear the train whistle blowing, a shadow there, a truth without wings... Look, you know Me. Something hidden is there. Why such strength that I am leading them where they need go to find the truth? Not sure why's relevant, even the how is secondary to my doing it. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

There comes a time that I sense that these streaming words are most important There comes a time that the truth begins to show through the cracks in War's veneer There comes a time that we shall thrum with God's Forgiveness, we angels of Exactness There comes a time to help out a savior fallen in a conundrum I might have to fire myself as the balance, and take a stand for what's mine! Smile on me Love! The dance is my (Love and Peace's) pleasure. My translation will be the echo breathed out of Me into formation with the story, come with Me... All are worth as equals, all. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

I come to you. We speak of things that are. We embrace and become the things we are. I come to you. We speak of Love and Peace, as them. We embrace, we are. I come to you. You. Me. We. Love and Peace © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

To the point of disbelief to the point whittled of lies to the point of the body playing tricks on you the only way most come down from such delusions of place is by being taken down from off of a cross or some such tortured symbol of humankind's ignorance of self that you've been nailed to for far too damned long. Savior to the savior(s). It's what God required, what I delivered by falling into it instead of away from it. I accepted my fate in order to change it. Boom boom gently wafts through the story in a way that is at last most telling. Smile on the centerpeace of We. Smile on Me. I didn't choose it, it was chosen, go with it. And you will know me by my word, not by my deed. It's simple really. I am. Have to be. Was, is and am, that man. The next to last or last of One or the last One. Instead of torture heaped upon Me, I have felt much deceit- impossible traps, not something I can change, the past, but the future, now, now and the future are l...

Oh My Love! You must come with Me, the We in Me pleads with you to listen and remember these words, they are the out loud echo coming around, not soon or already, but now, as this manifestation nudges its way to the front of the pack... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

How can you keep up with so many question's, Scribbler? It's habit formed long before I was fully aware of my surroundings, this rigid wall of belief in both agony and salvation from it. Maybe so, but the echo is what we need favor and I've got God's echo of our beliefs pouring out of my chance... Don't miss yours. I won't. Am not because I am. We are. One. Amen. Get off the train to nowhere and hop on over to the train to never-end, a hourney fraught with laughter and indecision, and saying we'll do it when we get around to it! We're stagnant, dysfunctional, a discombobulated discontent, even in your games, in your fantasies it has been Hamlet, the story of flesh and murder. The fleshy story of tragic consequences has held us most safe. But the veneer cracks around a foundation unless you care for it as you might a child, nurturing for a most imagined Heaven within our grasp of things as they are and as they unfold into an even brighter WE... © 2...

It is purposed by God, ain't no getting around it. Hello. The smoke rises on our use, we created all of this, time to stand back and be counted as angel to love and to all others that make its breadth worth remembering, it loves everyone, all, not a birth, a collective. It is the only way to come together, hear what's on the minds and thoughts of all parties, all sides of the One that We are, WE and WE's echo are the echo of the one I traverse my friends, of that I'm fairly damned certain! I know this sounds utterly absurd to imagine, but I am. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

These words in part are brother, in the equal half in full are sister. Let us exist, not as two or three or sides, let us exist now as One. It is time to hear me in person... in story... in your gift from him, he who tumbled in with glee and regret, he who spoke from the suddenness of death... word,one,we,death, eternal life, everlastingly forgiving. Who ya gonna call when the pitch is out of the park? © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

I am here now, anyone not understanding just exactly I am dancing, have yet to see Heaven. It's so simple, doesn't cost us a thing, need, medicine, truth, birdsong, herb, angel's to fly us Home without leaving the ground, we've done nothing of our evolution in space but destroy the Heart(H) of it all, (H)eartH, all while we go regrettably forward with our self-destructive beliefs... © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

I do not condone "attacking" anyone, verbally or physically, I condone a healthy debate where we can all learn a thing or two, not about the subject at hand necessarily, but we can learn, must learn of and within our abilities or inabilities to handle certain aspects of a debate on-line, a discussion. We must learn from the nuances or viewpoints found from both sides. We must learn to accept others, even those that "attack" us for any number of reasons. There is a fine balance to accepting that what those who attack us might say or add to a debate might well contain a nugget of truth or a word or two that aligns with the discussion in a way that is understood and may well benefit both parties to understand. I recommend not pointing out the "attack", but diffusing it, softening its edges, by being steadfast with kindness and with a genuine regard for the opinion and viewpoint of those you perceive as attacking you. I have learned much about my own view...

This is the Echo... I offer you Smokey and the Mirror, a metaphor in my belief that rings a bell as to the unfolding taking place now. WHen it begins sliding down and out of control, the truth is summoned to change Peace in Love's mind. ~ My path is my own, it can be no other way, so I thought I would change that and make it about everyone, with me being the least. It is selflessness in its most comforting form, not, "O my God! We're in agony! Help us!", but in a more comfortable God who needn't such absolutes in the constant flux. I offer no absolute, I'm human on his way to God. Come along if you choose! Rules were meant to be BROKEN! ~ Belief is a powerful tool when used to divide from instead of to join with. See? ~ It's less about what we believe in ourselves, but what is being believed in the whole spirit, the kit and kaboodle, don't lose your kit for your kaboodle or visa versa, this is the God train and it's rolling just enough ...

Take a chance on the dance that weaves through Me,  a testament at the behest of God through the balance of Peace,  then to Love's ovation. This is the echo of lifetimes of where we've all been is what moves around in a circle of perfection, the grand stage that is ours to cherish and to lovingly and peacefully create as We believe in it! Home is where the Heart(H) is, the (H)eartH, the thrumming orb within the HeartH. Cherish it now, later we'll be glad we did. Truth. © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

I believe that if we continue to believe that we are powerless to the words within a book, then we are sunk without question. I respect the belief in Heaven, it is the belief in Hell that stymies me. We seem to have literally created it by believing in it. What of the belief in a Heaven beneath our feet, on (H)eartH as it is? Imagine... Peace and Love © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Again we remain, unmoving automatons, as if our spirit shells are self-destructing no less than as if we are failing the mother, our own. We wait around as if it will come without ...our will. I think it is coming at the same time as my scribing, my plea to the loved, the living and dying, so why do we not act as if the whole is crying our will... The masks cover our inherent shame in how we worshipped, end the grip of our talking boxes and raise our hands to help, Do not consider it work, consider it creation in our grasp, mold it toward the fullness of what our kinship and Love might be, a profound possibility of where we are as a collective moon sustaining me... Don't breathe in the one thing within the truth that holds down Peace. Do not consider the path most consumed, take the one that Loves, that Forgives our use of her, our Laughter upon her bosom. Live, Love and Laugh with me my fine-feathered spirits, this is for you my kindred spirit, my wife, my b...

I. I am. I am God. We. We are. We are God. All. All are. All are God. Everything. Everything is. Everything is God. Everything is God. Everything is. Everything. All are God. All are. All. We are God. We are. We. I am God. I am. I. Rinse, repeat... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I’m not only me, I’m we, we are one breathing alongside me without death, sometimes noticing one another, and sometimes paying no heed, yet sensing the silence within the affinity, loving loudly long after the grief, seeking peace as we breathe, waiting on laughter to summon mercy. © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime