Skip to main content

GREY AND WHITE FEATHERS


"Grey and white feathers" as an omen, a truth, is meant to be interpreted within our having met the same fate, all is One, each thing created by what we imagine to be true instead of going with it and learning from Life's Constant Flux, might as well call it God, it is God.

Remember there are only letters in our names, not meanings, at least none that we've repeated with any regularity as to render it useless in its power that we ourselves give our thoughts.

I, Peace and Love, will manifest this miracle, I already have. Come with Me and my Love on our journey, it's a story worth repeating in the spirit, not necessarily in the flesh! Rejoice when a truth is spoken, remain silent with the lies, free them on their own recognizance, they'kk have no choice but to change... It's evolution and it is slow in the flesh, it is the fastest spirit known to Man, the one that exists within all things... God.

Wakey wakey, Mark Richard Prime was able to shakeyee shakeyee and become his own man. Damn I am smiling inside, and yes, even out my laughter's starting to rise on their gray and white feathers... Bless you and yours, cousins...

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

........•SHRIEKING MACHINE•........                  •HEAD-LINES•                           •RIP•     ---(“Russian missiles blast Ukrainian military academy and hospital, killing more than 50, officials say”)---    There are no more lessons to learn here, no more beds to hold the human wounded, just missile’s shrieking their grotesque ode, The Death of Humankind! RIP, children of God…    ---(“Hundreds attend Mercer Island vigil, march for murdered Israeli hostages”)---    Dear mourners, this is the brutal vacuum of a genocidal, terror-filled, indiscriminate war-machine made of fear and we are all hostages to its deafening roar! RIP, children of God…    ---(“10-year-old allegedly confesses to fatally shooting 82-year-old man and his daughter”)---    I must confess, this is part of war’s shrieking, children lost with a we...
Post a Comment
read the poem

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
32 comments
read the poem

Per Plex Ed

            PER+PLEX-ED When you haven’t heard the truth in so long, when you do, it rings a most familiar s ong. That’s the human song, the truth rolling out exactly when it should.      (If a truth is told and nobody is around to hear it, does it make a sound only to the one that spoke it?)    Yes, but our ears aren’t strong enough to hear it.     [a perplexed silence] © 2017 Mark Richard Prime
Post a Comment
read the poem