CONFESSION ZERO

(You can't hang on to it forever, let it go) I tried letting it go a long time ago, but God had other plans. (What of the trail of regret you're leaving in your wake?) It's not my regret. (Whose is it?) God's. (silence...) © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

Our wants carry more weight than our needs are able to bear and that, my friends, is the greatest crisis facing us today. We did it backwards. We made God out to be a brute, and we're the brutes! We made Heaven out to be some unknown, fantastical destination, instead of where we actually were. We made commandments that are most brutal to our animal's will. We should never submit to suffering's absolutes in such a Heavenly place. Backwards from the beginning I traced from the last scene to the first scene, the third act is now in it's echo. (Lights fade to black.) ---The birdsong soars to it's tallness--- (Lights rise on Act III, The Echo. We are deep within a forest.) © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

Are we to be content with the system created with our use as consumers, another word that is bent on our enslavement to it? That's enough questions for one post, the air to breathe the answer. © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

(I want to understand!) The I's have it and We, as a collective will understand soon enough. (Sounds a bit ominous.) Then try listening with your eyes, your ears are obviously betraying you. (...) There will be tall blooms wrapping around the sun in magnificent colors, which will please the big star to no end. (What if "time", the greatest and truest illusion of all was just humankind trying to wrap their heads around where they are?) Then what and who become our primary drive, dictated by our wonderment. (...) © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

We want an alternative before we take the leap. Let go, then we'll know what to do, not before then. Our roll is in the Actuality, not the Reality they feed us... © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

Now it goes boom boom boom Now boom now boom now Boom boom The vibration reached us that final day as the Life that we knew was gone. We did not do well after we figured out what had happened to us, after we knew, inexplicably, we folded like a cheap tent. Now it goes boom boom Now boom now boom now Boom boom The vibration holds me close... © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

1 Super-Storm Runs its Ruinous Course... These headlines of our stories More bluster Than the band Of circles winding Inside the hard rain Now we recall... DEATH GOAL ... 2 The twisted game wasn't televised, the monstrous score overshadowed any joy found in it... http://start.att.net/news/read/category/news/article/sporting_news-seven_dead_after_gunman_opens_fire_at_cowboys_watc-rspnews © 2017 Mark Richard Prime