CONFESSION ZERO

That was then, this is now, see the darkness in all eyes, feel the cold scrape of death prodding the tongue to bow… Who are you to put fear within where once there was none? Love held you as you passed, stroked your furrowed brow, she still does if you’ll but care for her, allow her to replace the terrible ache implanted in your mind. This toxic painting is not for sale, she is to be made whole again, or she’ll summon the wind and rain and the quaking surface- The music lights our way. That was then, this is now, time has traveled away, bending knees will stay, eyes speaking of death, ears numbed to the pain, with joy chained up inside, salivating for yesteryear. © 2011 by mark prime

The wind fumbled its frigid paws across the encampment. The coldness just on its way, the ice sneering at its arrival, aren’t we all meant to believe in something? Yes. Yes? That’s the answer? My heart is before you! It is mine. It is the source of all my dreams, if I would but only see her without me. I lay it before you… It’s tricky. Witnessing myself die and have been for nothing wasn’t the easiest thing to experience, yet it’s what has allowed me to recognize where I am, what I am and who I am… And you are there, too! We crowd around the fireplace and smile upon one another with Love in our intentions, kinship in our hearts. Love. © 2011 by mark prime

I said it might go on forever. Might I be right? It needn’t be asked… it is Love. Forever’s the noise nearest our spiritless screeching, over the droning waters as jack boots for when they paced in outraged nervousness at their fate, it is most loud. The night is over for sadness. Thank you for your gift, for you coming to her rescue, for you reaching out with Love, arms outstretched in a hallowed dance with affection, laughter so crisp it strikes at the silent veins of Love and brings forth her gift to those of us who recognize her, but for all of our squander, see her not. Love, help us! This goes on forever… © 2011 by mark prime

The day drifted out to your crooning sea, the night wafted in like a dancer with echoes of spirit playing at her feet and we loved. This goes on forever. We need remind ourselves, that if we don’t remember the past, the dawn of man, we will not live to see that where we were was eternal. Time without end since we oozed from the primordial soil and greeted our rebirth, our soul’s Love protecting all that should be cherished. Humankind is in full panic, obsessed with toxic things that attempt to destroy civilization with mankind erased from the spirit’s eternal memory. What did they ever have to say for her? What have you or I ever done that gave true honor to the kingdom of eternal life, destroy the most incredible gift known in the universe, the eartH? Please, won’t you stop? Listen to the sea wail the gift of life, water lapping at her shores, begging to be released from the death throes of man. We must chart a new course, not one that is stale from use, but one that includes b