I Woke Up this Morning in Heaven on Earth

When I began to realize I was in Heavenly Home, the weather seemed commonplace. I must remember and believe...

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I can’t, as an animal with instinct, believe that the eartH is anything but heavenly. The truth, the eartH is heavenly Love, unmistakable when I stopped imagining that I knew anything save for that which was beneath my feet. Believe and remember…

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I create my own reality as a collective mind. If I believe I am in Heaven, so shall I be. I create my truth in the end, it is what I'm supposed to do. I'm a loving steward of Heavenly eartH. Remember and believe...

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Let me reverse my destructive course, past yesterday and last month and last year and all the years before, past December 29th, 1984, past all days and years and centuries and so on until the shock of where I’ve landed and where I've always been comes round. The eartH's overrun by my insane thinking. Reverse back as far as my instincts will allow me and I will surely begin to see my collusion to the greatest tragedy known to my existence- thoughts over Love's conclusions. Believe and remember.

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There’s a limit to the depravity that anything can hold. Everything, all organisms, all things, the self, the original seed, and yes, even Love has limits that even it cannot sustain, at least it's what I imagine to be true. Love's Heart(H) has reached the limit of my foul use, thus, I believe Love's (H)eartH is nearing the trigger. Remember and believe…

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I will listen to her, she is my queen, she knows. I’m set to meet her half way, or more, yes, more, so she’ll have more of me and I’ll have more of her, we’ll both have an equal share of Love and this is how it is meant to be. The eartH and I are one, no more separate than my kinship to my fellow human or than can be cleaved away from Love.

I, as a “thinking” creature, must come to understand my limits, and when I do, I’ll then begin to realize my innate ability to create my own reality. It’s happening and there isn't a thing that I can or should do about this cooing dove but let it come as intended, a beautiful and full Love.

The ultimate power of full Love (and my belief in it) are ready to merge and then emerge. Come, Mark Richard Prime. Come dance with creation and earth and bring your full Love!

(My wife and I and our children are one, a union of Love.)

Believe and remember...

sdrawkcaB nruT (Turn Backwards)

I have been witness to the four pillars and see no reason to carry death there. Doesn’t the world know that life moves for more than just the sons of Abraham? O! I see the stunned throats floating by in the dusk to their stiff-limbed sleep as metal rains down over the Jordan’s western prophet, children dying there. I am here, waiting, breathing in the dusk under the shadow of the patriarch, asking, can we again build the shrine inside the soul and leave our flesh to time? © 2008 mrp/thepoetryman

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Waiting for It

Why do they stay there, between war and peace? Sky’s tapestry doles out guns, bombs and rocks while flesh and bone swim away from the ache yet live on as the food for the murder of peace. Why do we hide from the truth as if it were an ogre while death makes a home inside their living and war dispatches a raven to their door, smirking with the teeth of empire? Why do we wait, stooped for another wink? The sky’s drapery has tossed down ample clues, peace is breathing in harmony with war. (Road-maps are useless to blind leaders.) Why do they hold there, hunched in the gloom? Hatred’s bird cackling with bereavement needs end. Are we not rightly dishonored when we fill its trough with blood? © 2007 mrp/thepoetryman

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Laughter's Grip

They asked me to wait. To wait for God to come laughing, wait on His voice to destroy the golden temples of man, hold my tongue until His powerful breath was upon me, and from His loving casualties I’d at last know the Savior. They asked me to wait. To wait for God to come laughing, wait for His followers to die away their persuasive babble and the murder of Islam to breach the walls of the earth as the many damned souls drowned under holy laughter. “O! The Lord God is looming! On his way with God’s wrath! We are to take up swords and send evil howling back to die their well deserved and slow death! Their faces popped and spattered these words as they fell back, caught in His fiery presence, twisting their tongues into drivel and thrashing their minds in the glory of an Eden unlike any other. And then the snake planted his venom through the laughter of their gyrating madness. Tears emptied their pockets, spirits came crashing , and the anointed rapture of their making grew tire...

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CONFESSION ZERO

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