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HEAD-LINE AND THE PIGS

CLEVELAND POLICE OFFICERS FIRED FOR DEADLY CHASE Dying like September leaves We miss the lesson's echo When we're too cold to care About the truth of one another. PLANNED PARENTHOOD CLEARED, ACTIVISTS INDICTED These atrocities are countermand to Peace. We must be good to all Life. We must cherish Home or we, at least by our own example, begin to disregard one another and that leads to war, which, by the way, falls on the collective responsibility. Peace is born within like Love, open it up and share yours... HOMES, APARTMENTS ON CLIFF'S EDGE IN CALIFORNIA These nests of ours are the twigs in the story, we're obviously the pigs. © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

PRESENT WORLD

Our present world, my honest friends, is steeped in the toxicity of politics. There is no change to be made from politicking instead of breathing the truth while not beholden to the vicious cycle of greedy, breathless and pointless enslavers. Let them go, breathe a new methodology into our idle lungs, not more of the same empty promises, no more of such institutions designed to split the . family in half and bring failure to both sides disguised as hope... © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

NOT TRAPPED NOT

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

GRIEVE GRIEVE GRAVE

    We grieve for our losses, but why not grieve that what we're given is being destroyed by greed and the power hungry?  If we grieved more for what we ourselves allowed, we'd never stop grieving. If we rise to the challenge of Love and Mother and Child and Father and Life, we will have little cause for grief as a collection of stewards...  Grieving is natural, so it stands to reason, when dealing with loss, that our tears come, but let us have cause to celebrate our lives more than grieve for them as we summon the great joy that is the cause of our weeping... ~Mark Prime © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

SHORTCOMINGS

Sure, but I'd rather, as half-brother to Jesus, Be a savior for your savior and myself, pray Jesus suffers no more, face my shortcomings and offer water to the savior's lips... © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

Prayer's Entrance

Prayer enters with God. (You mean God enters with prayer?) No. God remains, no real need to enter. See? (Still sounds off somehow?) Pray that all ears begin to hear it honestly. Pray we begin to sense the truth behind mankind's foul charade! Wake up, friends and family! Awaken! Everything is changing, all things change! Let's tell our story with a great gladness! All is/are in my veins, the strains, the pains- the rains of our storm are not going to fall. Everything is changing as the sun sets down another day of war (of prideful politicking; lies unfolding in their mouths, every last one of them!)... © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

Your Instruments

The books are wrong, they are not meant to be your instruments of torture, war and grotesque suffering! Religious leaders of all stripes need be cautious when amending the desire of God, we can remedy this by having a sane conversation about the Bible, the Koran and the Torah. Not change our beliefs beyond doubt. The reason the "church" is here is that humanity is the church not just those that file into a building to give praise to God on any given Sunday! Thing is, the people have lost their truth and warred away their empathy, not much left but a bunch of bleached bones and tiny fragments of human genius... © 2016 Mark Richard Prime