CONFESSION ZERO

Need someone to remove the stains and relieve the hemorrhoid's raging by stopping it with the elasticity of the human form. We are not the most graceful animal in our fledgling creations, but we can certainly groove if we believe in ourselves! That day ever comes for me, the belief in self, I will weep with gratitude and laugh and love like none other for what I missed... My own family too... and I recall the story I witnessed, and never saw comin'... © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

(The last I heard, if truth be told-oh what a cute blouse- and I always tell the truth. (Why out loud though? Ha! Touche'... I must not be loud enough and commanding enough for a savior of consideration. Today was a very productive day... © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

They want you to scream and act like Captain Hook on colonipin and raw coffee beans as tick tacks! (Oh! That guy! That guy's shooting for the stars of God's dream. (Agghhh that was sweet... Get a motel room.) Ha! Sure thing! Beats sleeping on the ground! (Ha! Right?) Yip. © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

Don't be a mimic in order to make yourself appear as what you're not, to persuade others of your supposed role in the unfolding, such a willful charade makes you a liar. © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

On a day like today Is it time to walk away, has the sun found me or have I done plenty? It feels like Love has had enough. Enough, her eyes speak, this brings me to weep. Can't she see, I still breathe this all for her, it's not for me? Every word I write paints her face, every line inscribed climbs the trees. Every breath she takes moves deep in me, echoes over the surface of my dreams. There's still time to be, the fish and the fowl, the oceans and the sea, the bear and me. Love's worn to the center, about to break in two, time is manmade, the chorus sings true. On a day like today, is it time to walk away, has the sun found me or have I done plenty? I am filled up with Creation, waiting to be joined, met on the pathway Home, brothers, sisters of the rainbow! Let the wind carry our song, raise joy with the sun above, purpose worn like a ring a ring that fits like Love! Rise up and carry the old man out into the wide...

Some say respect is earned, I say it's returned only after it's lost. Firstly, respect is given, and we often forget this. If it seems as if someone has lost respect for you, don't bend over backwards to somehow "earn" it back, be, be respectful, and allow the other some space that they may gratefully "return" it like something borrowed that is needed by both. © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

Not sure why some are afraid of the monstrousness of war, probably the monstrousness. We haven't any duty to country, we've a duty to Home. I wouldn't go to war for any reason whatsoever as a peacemaker, and if more (all) humans realized that they are/were born peacemakers and not warriors, there would be no damn war! We raise them up to diminish and destroy their empathy in an atmosphere of battle and fear, so it is obvious to me the reasons the world's people are at war with one another. Then one must consider the (H)eartH, the planet of their birth? Why are we, in general, colluding, allowing the destruction of our Home? The most inexplicable war the war, the destruction of the very thing that gives us everything we need to survive. I suppose then the answer is priorities, brother. © 2016 Mark Richard Prime