CONFESSION ZERO

AID REACHES MADAYA Help enters, it is panting from its rush. The eyes of the children see us. The hands of hope are raised, Enter brothers and sisters,  I pray. DEADLY BAGHDAD MALL ATTACK These looming events that split children and adults like firewood is a tired sorrow, a weeping that never ceases. The autopsy is being performed on Freedom. (More like a lobotomy.) God, I pray we bring such treachery to rest. FOUR TEENS ARRESTED FOR GANGRAPE  These things are instructed by society, these things are held without breath, these things are- No. Not thing, this act is about power, of which the boys now must realize they'll have none... MILKY WAY GREW FROM INSIDE TO OUT It's quaint, this idea we have of "outside in" as a forward motion, if we think the outside is where we'll find all of the hidden answers,  we have yet to sense what was born within and has made, or is making, the journey out. Hello...🙃

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Let's ween ourselves away from the bosom of violence that has us in its grasp. It will be an exponential transfer of truth the further we get away from the memory of War, violence, murder, rape, fear, greed and indifference. Peace and Love © 2014 the spirit of Love and Peace dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The church was and is the golden calf, an ancient idol that has found its use lacking since the world erupted into immeasurable chaos and endless war and murder and rape slavery and and greed and indoctrination and child abuse and hording enough damned wealth to feed and clothe and shelter the world over. Purpose could finally be served...? Peace ~ Love is the freest word in our true Freedom. Last one there's in Heaven, too! And they're off, ladies and gents! Look at them go! Run human run! (It's behind me, isn't it?) Yip. Best get to skedaddling your mind to Heaven, child... © 2014 the spirit of Love and Peace dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The second you are telling yourself who I am will be the second you begin to see who I am. Who we all are if we'll but journey toward Forgiveness... War and murder and rape and toxins, toxic ideas bent on indoctrination, the collective's intoxication of Fear's fullness. Let them go! Wash away your hell from your books! Believe in one another again like in the beginning and you shall transport yourself there! Boom boom goes the bing bong bing of Revelation! Revelation's (the book) is not the enemy, your action's regarding your concoction of Hell instead of Heaven is the only Revelation (lesson) you'll truly have need to remember... Forgiveness is born in all, it never leaves us. ...Irony doesn't even begin to cover it... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Money itself is the reason we are raping the environment, (H)eartH, at a pace never seen before in the history of humankind's tenure. Money is the currency of rape... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The advocation of a spanking to "control" a child is not what we need... What we need is to recognize our own idiocy, We adults... consumption, war, murder, rape, genocide, over consumption, waste, the want of money, want and want and want, poisons dumped in our water, forests clear cut, mountains fracked, oceans drilled for more and more and more, consumption far beyond our needs. And we wonder why children seem out of control? They're learning from We hypocritical adults. Boom boom... Peace © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Climb the walls of oppression! Run as fast as you are able! She waits on your bare footsteps atop the HeartH. The Heart(H) thrums its answers beneath your questions of self… Are they rare, these children born to war? Am I missing something? Doesn’t the worship of war and the worship of the warrior signify that our species has run its course? Fear is steering our ship into hell instead of Heaven. War is the ultimate murderer. It is the life sentence for the innocent and the guilty- And we wonder why our children walk into schools armed to the teeth with rage? Are you kidding me? It’s not the child. It is us, our warring. Stop… What divides us? What has the other done to warrant witnessing their children’s blood splattered on the walls? What grave sin has one to commit to top the slaughter of innocent children, children ripped from the Mother’s grasp, parents shrieking, children’s howling scattered about the landscape? O! War must come to an end! It cannot last for eternity, th...

I imagine I’m writing many times that I should be praying and giving thanks to the Mother of the (H)eartH. The father just may be next for us upside-down headed children, an experiment, if you will? Will? Who had a choice in the matter? We’ve been programmed to receive some as of yet recognized signal from the angels on this eartH. We may be wingless, but God Almighty can we ever soar… (More soaring, less roaring. Give silence a chance to breathe…) She’s been in her solitude as long as she can remember. She’s been in her silence for longer than she probably even should in order to forgive her children their transgressions. I was programmed to receive, if truth be told, and I’m okay with that. The eartH knows I deserve the lesson… (Time…) (End.) How can Time and End exist, there’s no such thing as either…? If we’re tired, it ain’t from lack of trying… (The sense is as exhilarating as it is destructive.) End our vicious cycle of thieving greed and murder and war and ra...