CONFESSION ZERO

Amen and Hallelujah! The medicine is setting us free from this oppression! No more should we wait, no more our fouled stewardship! Rejoice that God's medicine is being released in the nick of time, our sorry excuse for stewardship need be reversed and be savior to all others and Home. Jesus told you wrong, if He indeed uttered Hell. The cross is heavy, a heavy burden to have paid for having risen as God before you'd learned your lesson, no more so than I now learn mine without my wrists tacked savagely to an instrument of great suffering, it's a metaphor... This is the echo coming with God's Truth. If We celebrate anything this Fourth of July, let it be a yearning for the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help the collective set to be a part of a story worth repeating! Can I get an amen? © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

It's more than just religious ideology that brings us to prejudice, it's over consumptions reality setting in where it doesn't belong. It is not just religion that is corrupt, it is the human psyche, it is the human will, it is the human drive, it is the human condition that need to be built up again. Yes, there are those that are prejudiced against those they do not understand, ignorance then, is not bliss, it is a jail cell, it is the prison wall, it is a bomb dropped on those we do not know… Love and Peace © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

This is me, and this is you, and this is me, and this is you and this is you and this is you and this is you and this is you and you and you and you and you and me. I think... ~ The collector spirit is witnessing itself turn over to love instead of war. ~ Now I just wait my just desserts as I stammer off a few more lines meant for all. I think all has become an echo instead of the fullness of Love and Peace being carved about in belief. Within, God speaks to each of us, and as my penance I garnered zero recognition until I was flipped back right side down...echo. ~ Everyone remains loving, laughing, living, breathing, swimming with seeing all that is life, let us begin... ~ I'm not sure if people like me, but I'm hopeful that most of them do, it might seem so or it may be deep down. I'll get a laugh, or maybe seem deep down sounds more a caution. ~ This is where the story begins to crack, I mean it's just a story after all, right? ~ Come and h...

there seems to be a breach, there's water coming in to the logic face-to-face truth the truth so help us God… Sounds more like a request, a prayer, answer ut there seems to be a breach, there's water coming in to the logic face-to-face truth, the truth, so help us God… Sounds more like a request © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

There's this story within all of us, it is wedged deep within from our birth, impossible to be removed, Creation has a sure grip on it. The story's one of equality, one of kinship, a DNA journal of sorts, an evolutionary accordion within the constant breath of Life. (How did it begin?) It matters not, for we cannot know at this juncture of the learning curve. (How does it end"?) It doesn't end, at least not as imagined by we frail beasts of belief, it is, however, most relevant how we proceed as brothers and sisters of a loving and peaceful collective within this story of We. (Is it a tragedy or comedy?) ...It's up to us how the story proceeds on the human scale, the constant flux, not so much. (Sounds tragic.) Why? (It's out of our hands.) Then you aren't listening, and that may well be the only tragedy that is, our inability to hear or scribe a story worth repeating. (Silence.) © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Lock them away instead of teach them to be free Shackle their ankles and wrists Put apathy in their lunch Between History and Economics Let the bell ring They're not going anywhere © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

If I stand for my birth Like I so easily breathe If I rise to the occasion If I wake to the person I can be I'll fill the words with persuasion Not imagine I'm alone I'll see so many like Me So many like you The mirror reflecting our soul An echo come round to greet us The rising sun brings laughter And I brought the truth Harder than bringing forth Peace Because harmony is the peak The rain pours, the wind too Hand in hand, thunder and soil I will sing this song, I will pray for freedom For all, for thee, for you... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.