Looking Into Their Eyes Again

---------/The Exorcism Diaries Ch. 2 - Looking Into Their Eyes Again: The Thoughts Of The Woman Freed after 18 Years


Its always the voices that you internalize
that wreak the most havoc
hunching lies
sloping slander
but despondency's takeover doesn't begin until you relinquish your mind
(losing your convictions, your identity in the process)
and consent to believing what the cacophony of naysayers
spout. Worthless sham, weird woman, useless daughter
undesirable and ugly (she was never pretty)
culminating to the point where your sorrow feels like a weight
forcefully and violently pressed down on your back
that you cant resist because you know you don’t deserve better
than to crouch and look down at the ground the rest of your life
sobbing
(shamefully watching your reflection in pools of tears)
insufferable pain, emotionally tormented
because all you ever wanted was to be accepted
enfolded in someone else’s arms who loved and cared
kissed on the forehead
but by now you cant even find one justifiable reason to stand up
you don’t see the need
when all those around you would just jeer
and mock and deride
the way they have for years
at least this way no one can peer directly into your eyes
and see a girl with a perfect spine, yet broken
bent over perpetually, in an everlasting sigh
awaiting someone to call her forward
and dispel those aspersions that have haunted her
for so long
to exploit the calumnies
with a warm touch that publicly affirms her worth
that somehow to someone somewhere she is beautiful
just because she is; and actually mean it
assuring her that dissenting opinions don't matter anymore
because true love found is like weighty shackles loosened
forever set free from crippling infirmities
standing tall again
hair flowing in the wind
smiling




----------Luke 13:10-13
On a Sabbath Jesus was teaching in one of the synagogues, and a woman was there who had been crippled by a spirit for eighteen years. She was bent over and could not straighten up at all. When Jesus saw her, he called her forward and said to her, "Woman, you are set free from your infirmity." Then he put his hands on her, and immediately she straightened up and praised God

Dont You Get It? Ahhh, How Can I Say This?

I know, I know. You got a man....and I shouldnt be strident, I should just slide right by you as you cast me into the oblivion of your forgotten memories of spurned men who made passes at you.

Im not trying to advocate breaking up relationships...because I wouldnt want someone to wrest you from me, but I can state unequivocally that nothing can stop the fire inside of my heart for you from burning up any suggestion that you arent a wonderful woman.

What Im trying to say is that before I knew you had a man, I wanted you and that emotion doesnt just go away. Its a little more durable than that, okay? I mean, I've moved on but my fondness for you can never do so.

ahhhh, how can I say this?


ARMOR FOR SLEEP!!!: PLAY THE SONG FOR ME - HIT IT!!!

(READ THE POEM, GIRL)

Scoffing At Ahaziah - 200 Men Down

*dedicated to J*ne
*dedicated to Armor For Sleep "The Truth About Heaven"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQWXBK5WAqY



"and, behold, he sat on the top of an hill."


------------------/// J*ne I Don't Want To Let You Go; Scoffing At Ahaziah

Moab, the country of my heart's consternation warring
against my settled lovelorn conscience (I cant sleep at night in Israel)....
and in the commotion your rejection of me (Ahaziah) fell through the lattice
of a bejeweled upper chamber, fraught with frills of your last words
"Im....in a relationship"
weakened; contracting a sickness unto death
and we know Baalzebub (the god of giving up too easily)
will only conjure up oracles it wants to hear
(for a price)
so before its desires of reaffirmation can reach Ekron (the land of false senses of security)
My unflinching love for you has to intervene:
since my steadfast devotion was second guessed and not besought
denunciation's fate is already sealed. Frail and ailing, it shall not be revived
the talk of me giving up on you and you absolved of my affinity
must die
and I often sit on the top of the hill of hope
(pondering your blonde hair, your dimples, your spinning class music)
enfolded by a sea of moonlight, flanked by sprinkled stars and speckled shadows
of the trees (of passion) on either side of me
intrepid
in the face of a captain of fifty soldiers of despair with his fifty
intent on pillaging the optimism and joy I harbor inside of me
of me kissing you
with tears in your eyes (our wedding day)
my singeing emotions for you will burn up all those that oppose us
even if you don't believe, J*ne - I do
and I have the mettle to face a second wave of negativity and doubt;
another captain of fifty with his fifty henchmen of discord
swords drawn, determined to reroute my romantic quests
forcing me to bow before the prospect of never seeing you again
BUT I SWEAR THEY WILL NOT LIVE TO SEE THE DAY I RELENT
seared by my obstinacy and refusal to be refused
charred attempts to coerce me to recant
torched temptations turned to soot and ashes – smoke rising
even if I walk back to that day you rent my heart in two
and spoke those cursed words
(this past July at the fitness center)
I will not be afraid
Ahaziah is perishing; cant live many more days
but my commitment and loyalty to you
remain
scorching

[forever]


2 Kings 1:1-15------------///

Then Moab rebelled against Israel after the death of Ahab. And Ahaziah fell down through a lattice in his upper chamber that was in Samaria, and was sick: and he sent messengers, and said unto them, Go, enquire of Baalzebub the god of Ekron whether I shall recover of this disease. But the angel of the LORD said to Elijah the Tishbite, Arise, go up to meet the messengers of the king of Samaria, and say unto them, Is it not because there is not a God in Israel, that ye go to enquire of Baalzebub the god of Ekron? Now therefore thus saith the LORD, Thou shalt not come down from that bed on which thou art gone up, but shalt surely die. And Elijah departed. And when the messengers turned back unto him, he said unto them, Why are ye now turned back? And they said unto him, There came a man up to meet us, and said unto us, Go, turn again unto the king that sent you, and say unto him, Thus saith the LORD, Is it not because there is not a God in Israel, that thou sendest to enquire of Baalzebub the god of Ekron? therefore thou shalt not come down from that bed on which thou art gone up, but shalt surely die. And he said unto them, What manner of man was he which came up to meet you, and told you these words? And they answered him, He was an hairy man, and girt with a girdle of leather about his loins. And he said, It is Elijah the Tishbite. Then the king sent unto him a captain of fifty with his fifty. And he went up to him: and, behold, he sat on the top of an hill. And he spake unto him, Thou man of God, the king hath said, Come down. And Elijah answered and said to the captain of fifty, If I be a man of God, then let fire come down from heaven, and consume thee and thy fifty. And there came down fire from heaven, and consumed him and his fifty. Again also he sent unto him another captain of fifty with his fifty. And he answered and said unto him, O man of God, thus hath the king said, Come down quickly. And Elijah answered and said unto them, If I be a man of God, let fire come down from heaven, and consume thee and thy fifty. And the fire of God came down from heaven, and consumed him and his fifty. And he sent again a captain of the third fifty with his fifty. And the third captain of fifty went up, and came and fell on his knees before Elijah, and besought him, and said unto him, O man of God, I pray thee, let my life, and the life of these fifty thy servants, be precious in thy sight. Behold, there came fire down from heaven, and burnt up the two captains of the former fifties with their fifties: therefore let my life now be precious in thy sight. And the angel of the LORD said unto Elijah, Go down with him: be not afraid of him. And he arose, and went down with him unto the king.


----The Truth About Heaven Lyrics

Walked past my grave in the dark tonight
Saw the stone and the note you left for me
To answer your question,
I just had to leave, I just had to leave

But that's not why I'm here
I came down here to tell you
It rains in heaven all day long
I wanna find you so bad and let you know
I’m miserable up here without you
Miserable up here with out you

Found my way back in the dark tonight.
Couldn't wake up not right next to you
I'd trade in forever to just hear you say
The sound of my name

But that's not why I'm here
I came down here to tell you
It rains in heaven all day long
I wanna find you so bad and let you know
I'm miserable up here without you
Miserable up here without you

Don't believe that it's better
When you leave everything behind
Don't believe that the weather
Is perfect the day that you die
Don't believe that the weather
Is perfect the day that you die

I came down here to tell you
It rains in heaven all day long (All day long)
I wanna find you so bad and let you know
I’m miserable up here without you (Miserable up here without you)


I came down here to tell you
It rains in heaven all day long (All day long)
I wanna find you so bad and let you know
I'm miserable up here without you (Miserable up here without you)

Don't believe that it's better when you leave everything behind
Don’t believe that the weather is perfect the day that you die

A Dumb Profession of Faith

And he was casting out a devil, and it was dumb. And it came to pass, when the devil was gone out, the dumb spake;

and the people wondered. [Luke 11:14]

--------------------/A Dumb Profession of Faith: The Words of The Dumb Man Exorcised [The Exorcism Diaries Ch 1]

Sinister silence,
senseless soliloquies shouted
sojourning self-scorn
seamless sadness shrouded:
behind a wall of frustration and incapability
trying to present a dialectic on language without a voice
to a world that has become a metaphor for misunderstanding
and people synonymous with contempt and derision
for the words heard are incongruous with actions observed
because dialogue was taught to mean and presuppose reciprocity
mutual sharing of minds and souls
and genuine interest in the thoughts and opinions of the Other
....that all are benefitted in these exchanges
but that is a lie
you want audible enunciations and not signs
immediate recognition in your tongue and not delayed gestures
through hands (and attempted grunts)
talk you say – but it is not speech you are interested in
but similitude
and that is my greatest offense to you;
I am nothing more than a heinous criminal
possessed by a spirit of inconvenience that is
an affront to conversational unity and identity
that compels you to reassess how to communicate consciousness

It must surprise you then, to learn
the only vice I will acknowledge is that of being afflicted
restrained from the mundane ordinariness
of being treated with the dignity worthy of my humanness
able and expected to attain to virtue (in this Jewish Roman society)
just like everyone else
and I only repent for allowing perceptions to persuade me
that this evil muted the righteousness I was born with
and that the Almighty never heard the sound of my voice
because in His eyes, dumb people never lost the ability
to be taken seriously, to speak

(or to be understood, or to be set free)

A Centurion's Lament: The Girl At Starbuck's Pt 2

*dedicated to the girl with the (dyed) fuchsia pony tail at Starbucks!
I promise if you ever look me directly in the eyes again I WILL SAY SOMETHING TO YOU!!!


--------------/A Centurion's Lament: The Girl At Starbuck's Pt 2



Last night (between the sixth and ninth hour)
when I ordered a sweetened iced venti green tea lemonade
or even the tall hot chocolate in previous nights
I disregarded you
Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani you cried vociferously
and I assumed you were just asking the other staff
to complete my order, like calling for Elijah to bring rain
in a drought, standing on barren parched mud
flaking off beneath his feet confronting Ahab
so I feebly (but quickly) offered you my American Express Platinum Card
in an effort to facilitate the transaction and avoid
infringing upon your and the other customer’s’ time
but to you it was just a sponge with sour wine
thrust on a reed and foisted upon you disapproved
yet at the time, unbeknownst to me
so I waited….
to see if your coworkers would save you
cheering your face or brightening your mood
but you were phlegmatic, except for the seemingly joyful brief moment
you made eye contact again
as if staring into my soul. And then again
you cried out the next drink request with a loud voice
then gave up your spirit as I walked away certain
I would not see you again for the night
yet I feel somehow that something uniquely special transpired
the veil of our unfamiliarity was torn in two from top to bottom
the earth of my emotions quaked with excitement
rocks of negativity and pessimism about our future together were split
and graves of improbable opportunities opened;
bodies of accord and synergy and a tentative romance coming out -
(possibly greeting and speaking in the store with those who saw us talking)
their gait wobbly at first due to atrophy but then firm and sure -
and only presently it dawns on me that you really screamed
“My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?”
waiting all along for me to exchange pleasantries with you
and forge a new friendship
the tragic memory of your sweet beautiful face now haunts me;
as I realize I hung you from a cross of my reticence
unjustly
perhaps appearing almost devilishly indifferent
unaware that all along you were the divine romance
I hear so many people whispering about
but always fail to recognize


(Truly, the girl with the dyed fuchsia pony tail at Starbucks, was the Son of God!)

----------------------------/
Matthew 27:45-54
Now from the sixth hour until the ninth hour there was darkness over all the land. And about the ninth hour Jesus cried out with a loud voice, saying, "Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?" that is, "My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?" Some of those who stood there, when they heard that, said, "This Man is calling for Elijah!" Immediately one of them ran and took a sponge, filled it with sour wine and put it on a reed, and offered it to Him to drink. The rest said, "Let Him alone; let us see if Elijah will come to save Him." And Jesus cried out again with a loud voice, and yielded up His spirit. Then, behold, the veil of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom; and the earth quaked, and the rocks were split, and the graves were opened; and many bodies of the saints who had fallen asleep were raised; and coming out of the graves after His resurrection, they went into the holy city and appeared to many. So when the centurion and those with him, who were guarding Jesus, saw the earthquake and the things that had happened, they feared greatly, saying, "Truly this was the Son of God!"

Tony and Ray Lewis at M&T Bank!!!!

[The setting: The M&T Bank Stadium football field on a dreary, rainy Tuesday evening underneath the bright stadium lights. The Ravens defense and defensive coaching staff are diffused evenly throughout the field, practicing drills and strategies according to their respective positions. Tony has recently joined the linebacker corps in his plain clothes to speak with Ray Lewis, presently occupied with propelling tackling dummies across the horizontal length of the field with ease using his shoulder pads]


Tony: WHAT UP RAY? HOW YOU DOOOOON?

Ray: Women want me. Men want to be me. And animals want to learn how to talk so they can hang out with me.

Tony: Word?

Ray: Yeah son, so what can I do you for? I know you want to be me and all but I got work to do. I gotta let out some steam after the REFS CHEATED US AND SNATCHED VICTORY FROM OUR HANDS DURING THAT ATLANTA GAME!!!!

[The rest of the linebackers nod fervently in agreement and loudly hurl epithets at all refs]

Tony: I was just wondering how I should go about promoting my latest blog entry with enthusiasm?

Ray: Oh! Thats easy my man, when promoting anything you just gotta GET HYPE! YOU HEAR ME, GET HYPE BABY BOY!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

[Ray Lewis then gestures to Tony to mimick him while doing his signature shimmy]

Tony: Okay, okay I got you son!

[Tony does the Ray Lewis shimmy]

Ray: NOW SAY IT WITH ME BABY BOY, WOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

Ravens Linebackers: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Ray: Not you, guys, Tony!

Ravens Linebackers: oh, our bad Ray-Ray!

Tony [nervously, as he is unused to being so extroverted]: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Ray: Now say it after me - CHECK OUT MY BLOG- BECAUSE MEN AND WOMEN WANT TO READ IT AND ANIMALS WANT THEIR OWNERS TO SING IT TO THEM!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Tony: Okay yall, you heard the man! READ MY BLOG, ACTS CHRONICLES CHAPTER 9 BABY BOY!!! WOOOOOO!!!! BECAUSE MEN AND WOMEN WANT TO READ IT AND ANIMALS WANT THEIR OWNERS TO SING IT TO THEM!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Ray and Tony: GET HYPE, GET HYPE, JESUSMETAPHOR.BLOGSPOT.COM JESUSMETAPHOR.BLOGSPOT.COM ACTS CHRONICLES CHAPTER 9!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Rise

----------/Acts Chronicles Chapter 9: Rise: Peter's Words To Tabitha Before Healing Her


When I was young
I used to think Sadducees ruled the world blinded
by their demagoguery

My life was defined by flesh, bones, eyes and ears
visceral emotions and chronic fear of the passing of time
paranoia and frustration with the plight of the suffering
watching the hedonists rise and the Platonists fall debased
and ridiculed
for their naiveté and wistful yearnings for a reality that simply
didn’t exist (in some sense)
and so for a great deal of my childhood I harbored resentment
for women widowed and the poor famished
abandoned on roads winding towards the synagogue
brittle quivering hands brushed aside or trampled
by Roman brigades
and those who demanded strict adherence to a Law
with a conspicuously painful misunderstanding
that the defenseless need not only a judge but joy
and not reciprocity for evil but an influx of The Good
because money does not heal scars
and burly men pelting despicable criminals with jagged rocks
cant make the destitute no longer destitute
tears silently shed at night year after year for love lost
or objects thieved
or property desecrated
or a sister raped
or a father mocked in the presence of his family
not easily ameliorated or forgotten by the hasty callous response
"that's just the way life is"
"unfair and disproportionately balanced for us aristocrats"
and I mourned because society was bereft of a harbinger of hope
of true justice
afraid that I would die abruptly before I fully appreciated delight
unable to touch everything I wanted to touch
see the places I always wanted to see
love the people I wanted to love
or see my grandfather again
while the rich ate delicacies, I wanted better for myself
than mere water and bread, water and bread
disenfranchised though stubbornly dreaming for better things
(despite the finality)
craving for more

And now that Im grown
and have dispelled these myths
and seen these wrongs rectified by Truth
I promise you that death will no longer haunt good people
or rob communities of their strength
depriving them of a woman full of good works
and charitable deeds
(and beautifully sewn tunics and garments sold at a bargain)
that in resurrection everything will finally be made right





-----------------------/
Acts 9:36-43
At Joppa there was a certain disciple named Tabitha, which is translated Dorcas. This woman was full of good works and charitable deeds which she did. But it happened in those days that she became sick and died. When they had washed her, they laid her in an upper room. And since Lydda was near Joppa, and the disciples had heard that Peter was there, they sent two men to him, imploring him not to delay in coming to them. Then Peter arose and went with them. When he had come, they brought him to the upper room. And all the widows stood by him weeping, showing the tunics and garments which Dorcas had made while she was with them. But Peter put them all out, and knelt down and prayed. And turning to the body he said, "Tabitha, arise." And she opened her eyes, and when she saw Peter she sat up. Then he gave her his hand and lifted her up; and when he had called the saints and widows, he presented her alive. And it became known throughout all Joppa, and many believed on the Lord. So it was that he stayed many days in Joppa with Simon, a tanner.

Me and Da Boys Talkin Bout Girls!

[the setting: Suburban woods, cool night - a lone patch of grass on a hillside, an oasis of grass among a sea of trees and other shrubbery and dense foliage lit by a beam of luminescent light from the moon. The sky, sprinkled with stars without a cloud in the sky to mask their presence. Tony is seated on the hill alongside Jesus and Michael the Archangel conversing on romance, love and girls]

Tony: WHAAAT – UP DOO? How yall be man?

Jesus and Michael: Fine, and you?

Tony: Im tired of being alone, kind sirs. I need some of that intervention type stuff yall cats be cooking up, nahm saying? Like dat, dat Old Testament type happenstances I be reading about in DA BIBLE, YO!

Jesus: What occurrences might you be referring to?

Tony: Like, like, when you brought Rebekah to into that man Jacob's life son!

Jesus: I see. So......

Tony [unintentionally interrupting]: AT THE WELL SON!

Jesus: ....ahem....I see. Well you have to keep in mind that the Kingdom of God, my Father, is of paramount importance, my son. Seek the Kingdom and all these other concerns shall be provided for.

Tony: WUUUUUUT? You say what now?

Jesus: Seek first God’s Kingdom

Tony: Even before women? BEAUTIFUL WOMEN????

Jesus: Yes

Tony: MAAAAAN CAT, YOU BE TRIPPIN SON, MAN I OUGHTA BUSS YOU IN YO HEAD FOR TALKIN LIKE DAT SON, I OUGHT…

[Michael the Archangel stands and draws his sword ready to smite Tony for his insolent speech. But Jesus put his hand forward and stays Michael. Michael sits back down]

Tony [frightened by this turn of events]: .....awww man Im sorry man. I JUST FOOLIN ABOUT JEBUS!!! I JUST FOOLIN ABOUT!

Jesus and Michael the Archangel: .....

Tony: Okay, look man I understand. Yall cats is tryin to kick knowledge to a (Christian) brotha and I betta listen before I get decapitated out this joint....YAAAA KNOOOWWW????

Jesus and Michael the Archangel: ......

Tony: Okay, look I'll put Your Kingdom first Jesus. I really want that fine…OH SOOOO FINE! MMMMM, MMMM, ,MMMMHHHHHH! FINE wifey but I’ll be patient and allow you to place in her my life first before I step my mack daddy game up!

Jesus: Remember, marriage is fleeting. The Kingdom of God is Forever!

Tony [bemused]: ...you don't say….(under his breath: son of a…. )

[Michael the Archangel gives Tony a quick cutting glance]

Tony [speaking louder]: son of a GREAT GOD!!! PRAISE HIM!!!

Jesus and Michael the Archangel: .......

Tony: okay alright look dudes, I gotta bounce but I gotta say something to my potential bride out there.

Jesus: Whats bubbling up inside of you?

Tony: okay so it’s a poem right? And it goes a little something like this – GIVE ME DARKNESS, GUH, YOU SO FINE YOU BLOW MY MIND GUHL!!

[Jesus and Michael the Archangel stare quizzically]: ......

Tony: Never mind that…AYO MICHAEL! GIMME THE DRUM BEAT FOO....I MEAN GENTLE NOBLEMAN!!!

[rhythmic drum beats:] BOOM! B-BOO-BOOM!! BOOM!

Tony: Okay here goes the poem to my future wife, yall!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

UHHHNNNNNNN!!!!! GET IT, GET IT, TAKE THAT TAKE THAT:

Embalm

* Dedicated to J*ne, J**n....awww heck - dedicated to all the girls I've ever wanted to marry!

*Dedicated to Taylor Swift "Love Story"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8xg3vE8Ie_E

--------------------/Embalm


You and me together is my wildest fantasy
when I picture us together its like rousing out of a deep
exhaustive
sleep, partially in a dream state and I hear the ambient noises
of people chattering in a distance, their words indistinct
Im in my room, the door slightly ajar. flickering light creeps in
then suddenly Im transported to a steep mountain ridge overlooking
turbulent seas
cold gusty night
crashing obstreperous waves
holding your hand gazing into your eyes then into the waters
as storm clouds hasten and form over our heads
pouring down rain, drenching us
wet together
Then I snap awake
people around me are screaming fire in the house
imploring me to go
but I force myself back to sleep
just to see your face again
stinging, caustic suffocating black smoke endured
just to see your face again
J*ne, listen to me
let me love you until this world burns
you and I can stay together though the skies
portend destruction and we are one slip away from defeat
(no one wants us in love, and you have your doubts)
even if six other men let you down, and you yearn for true reckoning
don’t fret and plunge
I will be the seventh fragment that pieced together
unlocks and sets your heart free....
and we will stand together
cold and shivering waiting to perish interlocked in embrace;
the remaining time we have wanes
so love me fully
caress my face fully
ephemeral affection, deteriorating kisses, fading hugs
(with everlasting strength)
and when everything is drawn to a close
burned in fires of Judicious Transition
embalm these words as a seal upon your heart
because in the end: in the resurrection
we'll be like angels forsaking these memories
forgetting whats behind us
waking up eternally to true consciousness never turning back
releasing our romance -
never to dream again




------------------------------------
Luke 20:27-40
There came to him some Sadducees, those who deny that there is a resurrection, and they asked him a question, saying, "Teacher, Moses wrote for us that if a man's brother dies, having a wife but no children, the man must take the widow and raise up offspring for his brother. Now there were seven brothers. The first took a wife, and died without children. And the second and the third took her, and likewise all seven left no children and died. Afterward the woman also died. In the resurrection, therefore, whose wife will the woman be? For the seven had her as wife." And Jesus said to them, "The sons of this age marry and are given in marriage, but those who are considered worthy to attain to that age and to the resurrection from the dead neither marry nor are given in marriage, for they cannot die anymore, because they are equal to angels and are sons of God, being sons of the resurrection. But that the dead are raised, even Moses showed, in the passage about the bush, where he calls the Lord the God of Abraham and the God of Isaac and the God of Jacob. Now he is not God of the dead, but of the living, for all live to him." Then some of the scribes answered, "Teacher, you have spoken well." For they no longer dared to ask him any question.

-----------------/
-Love Story lyrics
We were both young when I first saw you.
I close my eyes, and the flashback starts,
I'm standing there,
On the balcony in summer air.

I see the lights, see the party, the ballgowns.
See you make your way through the crowd,
And say, "Hello",
Little did I know,

That you were Romeo,
You were throwing pebbles,
And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet."
And I was crying on the staircase,
Begging you, "Please don't go".

And I said,
"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.
I'll be waiting, all that's left to do is run.
You be the prince, and I'll be the princess,
It's a love story, baby, just say, 'yes'."

So I sneak out to the garden to see you,
We keep quiet, 'cause we're dead if he knew,
So close your eyes,
Escape this town for a little while.

'Cause you were Romeo,
I was a scarlet letter,
And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet."
But you were everything to me,
Begging you, "Please don't go".

And I said,
"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.
I'll be waiting, all that's left to do is run.
You be the prince, and I'll be the princess,
It's a love story, baby, just say, 'yes'."

"Romeo, save me, they're trying to tell me how to feel.
This love is difficult, but it's real.
Don't be afraid, we'll make it of this mess,
It's a love story, baby, just say, 'yes'."

Well, I got tired of waiting,
Wondering if you were ever coming around.
My faith in you was fading,
When I met you on the outskirts of town.

And I said,
"Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone.
I keep waiting for you, but you never come.
Is this in my head,
I don't know what to think,"

You knelt to the ground,
And pulled out a ring and said,
"Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone.
I love you, and that's all I really know.
I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress,
It's a love story, baby just say yes."

We were both young when I first saw you....

Shriveled Hands

No one, having put his hand to the plow, and looking back, is fit for the kingdom of God

-----------------------------/Shriveled Quivering Hands On the Plow: Jesus' Thoughts On His Command Of Discipleship



Mortal man puts on airs
with pretenses of importance, feigning superiority
haughty in the presence of the angel of death
turning up his nose
a misguided temporal being with fleeting existence naïve
to the fact that finitude is his robe of weakness
and dying the ultimate humiliating defeat, proof of ineptitude
wretched rags of feebleness embroidered with pain
his last moments are a quivering moue
decaying body placed in the grave, the epitaph:
sorrow was his joy, read somberly by his surviving kin
destined for the same fate
while the angels in heaven celebrate regularly
in their blitheness
contrasting his pitiable state with the true strength of immortality
and the glorious splendor of the cape of everlasting life
billowing in the winds of eternal timelessness
banishing Death down the River Styx
laughing at Hades
impervious to pain, bedecked with fanciful jewels of
ceaseless existing, preparing for any who come
exquisite victorious vestments
reserved for those who obey, disciples enduring to the end

and this age is abrupt
the plow of service to God meant for quick and efficient use
not for nonchalance
not for picking up and placing back down leisurely
or long lulls of inactivity while other pursuits are entertained
(arrogantly deemed more important)
the field is ripe, the harvest ready for the youthful in heart
(sons of blessed inheritance full of vigor, always alive)
because when the crop is collected time will suddenly halt
the threshing floor barren
and with it the piercing conviction of
obligations left behind
but by then man's hands will be old and withered
quivering as he futilely attempts to push the plow forward
falling limp as his heart seizes his actions
into dire defeat
trying not to look back
(on all his ephemeral mistakes)

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Luke 9:62

P. Diddy, stop interrupting me - THIS IS ABOUT ST PETER YO!

You see I like this girl....nah son nah son scratch that

[P Diddy]: TAKE THAT TAKE THAT!

Diddy! We'll do our thang a little bit later son, and Im gonna let you finish but let me tell you – Beyonce has one of the best dancing videos of all time....(okay non sequiturs in full effect here) but ahem! It aint about that girl I like doo, its about whatever you want aiiight? Its about that job you want, that house you want, that spiritual healing you want, that deliverance from lust and lying and thieving and conniving! Like my man Joel Osteen said son, "its your time son!" Only he didn't use the colloquial "son" in his nomenclature alright?

But look man, Im just trying to tell you cats that you gotta be a go- getter in order to get dat tang, no not thang but tang, you been dreaming to get son! Like the role dog the Apostle Peter did in the Gospels...wait a minute....let me finish checking my freshly minted Keeping Up With The Kardashians iPhone App right quick....okay finished....but yeah Peter was intrepid BABY BOYEEE!

Nah mean, nah mean? He said Jesus just let me do wut u be doing and I will be doin the same ting, no not "same thing" but same ting!

I gotta believe I can get this girl yall, and you gotta keep believing you can do the impossible! No its not on my account but its BECAUSE VINCE…..SAID SO! eeeerrr….I mean because Jesus said you could!

UHHHNNNNNN!!!!
[Master P]: Yo Tony, why you stealing my shine, son? Why you biting?

"Come"

----------------------/"Come":The Thoughts Of Peter Before Walking Toward Jesus


These are the best of times and yet
these are the worst of times
and its not just because you feel hamstrung wedged
between eleven other men
half prating endlessly about ghosts, the rest staring cautiously at the sea
unsettled because they don't know exactly what to do next
but its because you've begun to witness with regularity
miracle after miracle and metaphysical abstractions
translate into palpable routine pragmatic action
among peasant peoples – not kings and Roman Caesars;
sullen disheveled famished crowds somehow become
five thousand sanguine and hardy, merry and ceremonious
dancing men (with their wives and children)
full to their stomachs
without so much as a simple willing of effort, an insouciant
flick of the wrist
(or just the mere directive "take up your mat and walk" to
a chronically paralyzed man)
intimating that all of this phenomena is pretty much up for grabs
facile even
plausibly able to be mastered without magnificent complication
like everyone always presumes....or so it seems
but because the fault lies with you
and your tentativeness about conquering fears
and walking on the waves of the impossible
that as a child you were always taught to aspire to:
to dream
to grasp at the latch of difficulties to open the gate of opportunity
and walk through
you know you've always wanted this for yourself
to be the man that loved victory and disdained defeat
and because for the first time in your life
you have the very real chance to be this man you've always imagined
you could be (and your wife and your mom and dad)
and actualize every iota of latent potential
residing in your soul
the most wonderful moments lie just ahead
just outside this boat
the only problem is the convincing
the belief
(that there are no such things as limitations)
that you won't sink


---------------Matthew 14:22-33
Immediately Jesus made His disciples get into the boat and go before Him to the other side, while He sent the multitudes away. And when He had sent the multitudes away, He went up on the mountain by Himself to pray. Now when evening came, He was alone there. But the boat was now in the middle of the sea, tossed by the waves, for the wind was contrary. Now in the fourth watch of the night Jesus went to them, walking on the sea. And when the disciples saw Him walking on the sea, they were troubled, saying, "It is a ghost!" And they cried out for fear. But immediately Jesus spoke to them, saying, "Be of good cheer! It is I; do not be afraid." And Peter answered Him and said, "Lord, if it is You, command me to come to You on the water." So He said, "Come." And when Peter had come down out of the boat, he walked on the water to go to Jesus. But when he saw that the wind was boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink he cried out, saying, "Lord, save me!" And immediately Jesus stretched out His hand and caught him, and said to him, "O you of little faith, why did you doubt?" And when they got into the boat, the wind ceased. Then those who were in the boat came and worshiped Him, saying, "Truly You are the Son of God."

Jeremiah: A True Celebration

Yo kid, lets all take a moment and pause for reflection on the life of my man Jeremiah the prophet aiiight? This dude done gave his life for the spreading of God's immaculate words, nah mean? Lets give this dude the props he deserve for real for real! Like the dude Eminmen said son:

IM NOT AFRAID, IM NOT AFRAAAAAID TO TAKE A STAND, TO TAKE A STAND, EVERYBODY, EVERYBODY COME TAKE MY HAAAND!!!!!


Jeremiah 20:7-18 (NIV)

You deceived me, LORD, and I was
deceived;
you overpowered me and prevailed.
I am ridiculed all day long;
everyone mocks me.
8 Whenever I speak, I cry out
proclaiming violence and destruction.
So the word of the LORD has brought me
insult and reproach all day long.
9 But if I say, “I will not mention his word
or speak anymore in his name,”
his word is in my heart like a fire,
a fire shut up in my bones.
I am weary of holding it in;
indeed, I cannot.
10 I hear many whispering,
"Terror on every side!
Denounce him! Let's denounce him!"
All my friends
are waiting for me to slip, saying,
"Perhaps he will be deceived;
then we will prevail over him
and take our revenge on him."
11 But the LORD is with me like a mighty warrior;
so my persecutors will stumble and not prevail.
They will fail and be thoroughly disgraced;
their dishonor will never be forgotten.
12 LORD Almighty, you who examine the righteous
and probe the heart and mind,
let me see your vengeance on them,
for to you I have committed my cause.

13 Sing to the LORD!
Give praise to the LORD!
He rescues the life of the needy
from the hands of the wicked.

14 Cursed be the day I was born!
May the day my mother bore me not be blessed!
15 Cursed be the man who brought my father the news,
who made him very glad, saying,
"A child is born to you—a son!"
16 May that man be like the towns
the LORD overthrew without pity.
May he hear wailing in the morning,
a battle cry at noon.
17 For he did not kill me in the womb,
with my mother as my grave,
her womb enlarged forever.
18 Why did I ever come out of the womb
to see trouble and sorrow
and to end my days in shame?

A Land Forever Lost (To Me)

*dedicated to Saint Jeremiah, a true man of God. Rest in Peace, homie, but for real I know youz up in Heaven with God and the community of Saints, so watch over me and this poem, son. I salute you son, the quintessential fallen prophetic soldier!

/////They also led away all those whom Nebuzaradan commander of the imperial guard had left with Gedaliah son of Ahikam, the son of Shaphan—the men, the women, the children and the king’s daughters. And they took Jeremiah the prophet and Baruch son of Neriah along with them. So they entered Egypt in disobedience to the LORD and went as far as Tahpanhes. – (Jeremiah 43:6-7)////////

--------------------/A Land Forever Lost (To Me); Jeremiah's Last Thoughts Upon Leaving For Egypt



Sentimentality is the worst of all the emotions
because it binds you to a time and to a space you
cant completely detach yourself from
or subliminally recurring dreams
sometimes waking fully conscious memories
of vividly green pastures and gentle sheep and goats
fawning over you as you fed them
cupping your hands and drinking from cool streams after
a strenuous day of play. getting your hair wet
stealing out the temple early for "sinister" adolescent escapades
cherished Judah, exquisite land - forever
...your pulse is the beating of my heart
despite the stocks, despite Pashhur and the beatings
attempts on my life masterminded by my own brothers,
and the the cistern of Malkijah, my proposed untimely makeshift grave
emblematic of a land falling that was not meant to fall
corrupt but its founding intent was always purity
a land sacrilegious but destined to be sacrosanct
in captivity now but desperately yearning to be free
a metaphor for every Hebrew frail but never weak and always hopeful
and you often wonder why people walk away from good things
inexplicably
why bad people do iniquitous things to good people
(to a Good God)
and on the precipice of victory why some men are determined
to make themselves fail
or why the most ruthless mercenaries we face are often
those plaguing thoughts, those haunting doubts
deep within (us);
so when the owls of Anathoth sing you try to remember
which melody to syncopate and which one to leave
unaltered
as the wind blows you dance your
last dance with the oscillating tree limbs and savor
the smell of Hebrew food one last time
wishing you could just leave indifferent
without the anxiety
and be at peace with decisions made for you
but this is the wrong time, the wrong move
an exodus never planned for
and almost instinctively you know
it's the last move you’ll ever make
in tears



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Jeremiah 44:15-19; 24-28
Then all the men who knew that their wives were burning incense to other gods, along with all the women who were present—a large assembly—and all the people living in Lower and Upper Egypt, said to Jeremiah, "We will not listen to the message you have spoken to us in the name of the LORD! We will certainly do everything we said we would: We will burn incense to the Queen of Heaven and will pour out drink offerings to her just as we and our ancestors, our kings and our officials did in the towns of Judah and in the streets of Jerusalem. At that time we had plenty of food and were well off and suffered no harm. But ever since we stopped burning incense to the Queen of Heaven and pouring out drink offerings to her, we have had nothing and have been perishing by sword and famine.” The women added, "When we burned incense to the Queen of Heaven and poured out drink offerings to her, did not our husbands know that we were making cakes impressed with her image and pouring out drink offerings to her?" Then Jeremiah said to all the people, including the women, "Hear the word of the LORD, all you people of Judah in Egypt. This is what the LORD Almighty, the God of Israel, says: You and your wives have done what you said you would do when you promised, 'We will certainly carry out the vows we made to burn incense and pour out drink offerings to the Queen of Heaven.' "Go ahead then, do what you promised! Keep your vows! But hear the word of the LORD, all you Jews living in Egypt: 'I swear by my great name,’ says the LORD, 'that no one from Judah living anywhere in Egypt will ever again invoke my name or swear, "As surely as the Sovereign LORD lives." For I am watching over them for harm, not for good; the Jews in Egypt will perish by sword and famine until they are all destroyed. Those who escape the sword and return to the land of Judah from Egypt will be very few. Then the whole remnant of Judah who came to live in Egypt will know whose word will stand—mine or theirs.