CONFESSION ZERO

There’s this rule I follow. Treat all as my equal. All. (There’s a drum in that and a violin. There’s a flute letting down her hair, a cello thrumming its way into my heart. Boom! Boom went the bomb when humankind’s tongue began to toil, money’s more precious than even Heaven, but not oil! Money’s the root and greed has drawn man as a stick figure in a land of trees.) There’s not one child alive today because of a bomb constructed from greed!  (Boom! Boom! Boom is not for man’s virulent rage and loveless smirks spinning their shells into a final war, a self-propelled Armageddon, Boom! Boom! Boom!) Boom is for Creation. The profit from misery recoils in gloom and leaves all without breath, without flesh, without. (You’re too frightened to think beyond your nose, you’re pushed up against your loving glass trying to steal a glance of your true reflection! Why does the magnitude of Love hold us here?) I’ll not find heaven until I Love. 

( Heaven and a New eartH ) This is the belief I chose. What of Love? Might it soar like the awe found in the first moment recognizing where one has landed? Might it urge we feed our brethren? Might it urge that we end all wars? All murder, suicide and greed? Might it take away our blindness that we might recognize the self-erected hell of humankind and realize our gravest sin…? Where was I? (The sin of humankind is greed, the gravest, their inability to fully love. Creation’s acknowledgement for our loveless veins… We can only tread so long until the cab bends with the wind and the rain and the grave sorrow of the tree. (That’s where you were?) No. I was not there, yet I know of its eternity. I have flown with the angels. I have fused my words with the sweet sounds of Love, and a belief emerged from under her grasp! I writhe, in Heaven, evermore… I saw myself fall pray to my own belief. It struck me when I least expected it, it has dan

( Consciousness Evolves - Philaletheianes ) What music is that? It sounds fearful, it sounds frightful, and we believe and turn our favors inward and go blind to Life’s creation and endure the hardships and wars and murder and greed which come charging upon our doorstep in our shoes and taps on the glass to wake our sleeping affections and whisper into laughter’s ear the joyous things that serve as echo chamber to God’s sweet and eternal love. The air writhed in cello as my mind swayed with the strings, the music, painted as big as a welcome home sign, moved me to smile upon her glee in me. Creation could not be happier with me, my love, Mother, birth, Grandmother, earth, Godmother, truth, Father, mountains, Home. Grandfather, Great Grandfather and Heaven- God The Mother, God the Father, and God the Spirit. Belief. Love… Might I see what others believe? Might I then wed the two into a lovely marriage, a music so profound it strokes the heart in a cacophony of instruments as va

(Saffron Craig) I’m judging them one by one, these visions that writhe before me! She calls to us- We sought you, it isn’t about you, Mark Richard Prime it is throughout you! It is not the fame they seek, it is but the truth… ~ Person: So...r u a poet or something???/ Mark: I'm a writer, yes. Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and the eartH... Person: Ok kewl just wondering thanks I need it right now!!! Mark: You are most welcome, my friend... Person: Tammy: ‎;) Thanks!! (Love: Side thought- Hello, brother, neighbor, friend. You’re learning…) Person: When I read the line "It is I, Mark Richard Prime, greeting your sorrow with Love," a tear rolled slowly out of the corner of my eye and down my cheek. Why? I don't know. Maybe it's because I realized there is somebody out there, somebody who I don't get to see much of anymore, who really cares about other people, their real feelings and the expression of love. Maybe that's what prompt