ENAMOR December 12, 2016 When we become enamored with our thoughts we serve two slaves, the one who imagines himself master and the one who bows for fear of death, both cowards. © 2016 Mark Richard Prime read the poem
PASSING ON (do we?) YES December 05, 2016 When we "pass away" we need see it not as something fearful, but as something of an extension of the pathway, it is, after all, a circle- landscapes change over "time", such a very long time in the making, now imagine staying forever... We are meant to evolve spiritually and remain human, find our balance and come to an agreement and into harmony with the constant flux. I am. © 2016 Mark Richard Prime read the poem
COUNTRY VALUE December 03, 2016 I value my country as much as I value all countries made up of people. Expression is the freedom, the one that lights us from the inside out, but that's not the way a flag works, a flag works from the outside in, quite the notable difference... © 2016 Mark Richard Prime read the poem
BURNING ACT December 03, 2016 Burning the flag is not an act of treason, the one symbol that we fly that declares itself burnable is the flag, so it would be far too great of an irony were it not. © 2016 Mark Richard Prime read the poem
VERY DEFINITION December 03, 2016 Definitions are words slung on a wall and whatever stuck, stayed, what didn't, fell away... © 2016 Mark Richard Prime read the poem
BACKWARD DEFINING December 03, 2016 It's the definition that holds us back, especially in a spiritual sense. The heart of the journey is in the seeking and not the definition found or imagined... Hope is the child, and we're all children... that's a lot of hope. © 2016 Mark Richard Prime read the poem
BELIEVING IT December 03, 2016 Are hopeful and disbelieving nearest to the same thing, the first function of Creation, to consider something other than itself? It might sound counterproductive, but it's not, for it is the product of... It is the child that should be most sacred among us, the products of... It is so simple! Ain't it? © 2016 Mark Richard Prime read the poem