CONFESSION ZERO

We figured it out. The web of our making brought us nearer the other, nearer to Love. Nearer. And we found ourselves, find ourselves marching on the streets smiling upon one another. Heed this call, heed her prayer that she might see our change even before we feel ourselves begin to weep for our transgressions. Weep not! Do! Motion creates. The universe is in constant flux… © 2011 by mark prime

On the twelfth day of November, the people heard the call, Love came swift upon the wind, wagging with the fall. An equine of air galloped out and made them smile and dance. Bow at her majesty, at your bravery, your “this time’s” last chance. The day rose with a quiet, a great hush upon the ground, whispering Love, the air and eagles searching for a sound. Morning called down its gleam with brushstrokes before unseen, the sun stood fearless, the sky as cushion, Love and rage between. Brighten now flower, brighten full and bloomed. Brighten water, flow your sweet nectar and paint a scene, humanity, not slaughter. Bring your joy, tote your love, and haul in your fullness of affection, your glee, your laughter, and your peace, to move in all directions. Open your singular mind and alert your most ready heart, Rise up, stand up, rock the walls to freedom’s new start! Rise up, sit up, shake the walls to freedom’s new start! Rise up, get up, sway the walls to freedom’s...

After serving her country, female veteran struggles to find a job The veteran stands straight-eyed, staring forward, scanning the crowd with an awareness of a lengthy battle, bruised skin, busted limbs and broken spirits. The wounded insurgency extends around the city like a naval blockade, faces ashen, waiting for a Coup de grace . Dozens of Occupy protesters arrested in Texas, Oregon The wolf hunts with packs. Yes. The bird flies with flocks. Yes. The elk run with herds. Yes. Activist rebels with love? Early snowstorm hits US East Coast killing at least six The first snow came early that year. It sat forlornly upon her lap, upon her confident Love. The first snow came early this year. It stood with a heavy caution upon our disgrace. Why Zombies Never Die Would you? Yes. Would you die only to live forever? Yes. Would you live only to die forever? Yes. If you were a zombie would you never die? Yes. If you were a zombie would you die to live forever? Yes. ...

(Artwork by Abel Tomlinson ) When the embers began to glow I joined in, motionless, I danced with another, yet it was the spirit's collective dreams that brought me to the one. I didn’t choose the path that carried me here today, I couldn’t, I had no idea I’d show up to this ballet. I just moved with the current of one, the spirit’s affections, their hope, and with diverse belief, the where, of where I was destined, was not in my control. I didn't try to steer the ship, there was no okay from me to go, the opposite of being rudderless, because it’s precisely how this beautiful world flows. Love, won’t you please take my hand, a peaceful hand which needn't extend from me alone? My hands and arms are clasped, ready to dance this quest that is shaped from hope? Yes! Hope is alive and well on these streets today! Oh! Dance dear spirit! Dance! This moment must go on forever. I might stumble, but I shouldn’t fail this, my chance! Freedom’s calling out to...

There’s a rumble in the streets that sounds like distant thunder. Do not fear it, for it is a natural sound, not my kind’s fouled noise. It is Love, the triumph over self,  Love’s art bringing me back to my beginning. It is not a tale of woe and murder, it is a drama that’s been waiting in the wings for Love’s triumphant cue to summon me forth! It’s the thunder of Love rolling joyously across the globe. I’ve listened to fear long enough. I’m tired of my weeping, exhausted of pulling out my hair and gnashing my teeth, exhausted of my dreams being written as tall tales instead of one great towering truth. I’ve begun to sense the reckoning within myself, the longing to remove the foul noise I’ve planted within which has pierced Love and turned me in on myself. I’ll need steady hands and head to remove the clamor that’s lodged deep inside, that’s flouting my reason, that’s bringing me to fear another, causing me to destroy goodness, leaving me afraid of Love. I am one...

( Occupy NWA ) Occupy them in revolution, but remember what it is to love, so that what remains reflects goodness and not sorrow. Occupy the streets with peace and love and I will have made more of a difference, not only for today, but for untold tomorrows. It is one thing to die and leave behind a legacy, it is quite another to live beyond my casualty that others might paint the future with my radiant death. It is one thing to speak my mind while I'm living, it is quite another to have perished without ever having recognized the courage found in my breath. When I arrived I was just beams assembled from who I was, when I parted ways I was a bridge constructed of who I had become. © 2011 by mark prime