CONFESSION ZERO

(Written on the bridge to nowhere on the walking trail.) ~ The whiteness Of this light Dives deep inside this man Release your hounds of hell I'll have 'em eating out of my hand They say Venus is the bringer of Peace She is, I suppose, but not melancholy Red and and brown and breathing Red, brown and breathing Red and breathing And breathing Breathing Love's the bringer of Peace Peace is the harbinger of Love Love brings Peace, Peace holds her in Keeps them both from War's teeth From the dark hound and jackal Breathing her redness like a beast Red and brown breathing Peace Peace breathing Breathing Just built Venus a house Built it from the ground, up Swilling the scent of sweat Salt on the tongue of Love's thrum Hard on the new floors, easy upon the rest Venus, sleep Love, while I drum The whiteness of this light Dives deep inside Sleep Sleep Sleep Dream Dream Drum © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

We are the inventors of a fictional thing we call time... clocks just remind us of our adherence to the illusion... © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

It is time to set the cure free! No more wrangling over its supposed negatives, it's the medicine for our kind! No more your destructive hold on the life-saving, life-improving, human-life medicine! There is no true benefit in the inexplicable decision to make the medicine illegal, the whole cannabis plant, for that matter, except to profit from misery! Enough! Decriminalize it and set it free, we will take it from there. © 2016 Mark Richard Prime