A Canyon Of Deals WIT JESUS!!!!

photo courtesy of http://www.marcadamus.com

[The setting: A canyon's ledge in New Mexico set against the evening sky, an alloy of magenta and orange hues. The winds are still and a smattering of stars begin to ignite their incandescent glow behind the scattered clouds. The ground at the canyon’s peak is a carpet of brown dirt overlaying scant patches of matted green grass, the result of the feet of many other reclusive visitors full of introspection and philosophical reflection. Seven angels stand beside one another uniformly suspended just about three feet opposite the ledge at eye level with Tony and Jesus and facing them. The angels express stoicism and do not twitch, or shift their position throughout the entirety of the dialogue. Tony and Jesus stand facing each other a few feet from the precipice, and approximately six feet from the row of angels].


Tony: Yo Gawd, peace son.

Jesus: Greetings. Peace

Tony: So yo Son, like, like, yo Son!

Jesus: ........

Tony: ….......(clearing his throat nervously) *ahem*......[in a whisper: tough crowd, tough crowd!] so yeah, you know what Im saying? Like, like, duuuude! You said in the Psalms and again in John that we are gods, you know what'm saaaaayying dawg?

Jesus: Yes, I recall, and youre point being.......?

Tony: right! So yeah, let me get to that SonSon! Like you know what I mean, word is bon, Son! So like, so like, so check dis, check dis! Like dude, from god to God – AWWWHHHHHHHH SHUCCKIITY SHUCKS, YOU LIKE DAT DON’T YOU SON?? IT GOT A NICE RING TO IT – LIKE A RADIO SPONSORSHIP COMMERCIAL FOR A COMPUTER TECH GUY IN HEAVEN – FROM GOD TO GOD, WE NEED A FEW COMPETENT IT PEOPLE!! AAWWWWHHHHHH!! YOU LIKE THAT YOU LIKE THAT!!!!!

[Tony starts dancing a jig, something between a dougie and a river dance. Jesus waits quite some time for Tony to stop his frenetic dancing and swaying]

Tony: (breathing heavily)….whooo! boy! That’s how we get down out here in NEW MEXICO BABY!!! WOOOOO!!! ......so where was I????

Jesus: From god to God

Tony: (with an expression of profound delight)….ooohhhh righhhhhhhhtttt! Good memory Son! I thought we was fittin to talk about the NFL lockout Son! By the way, when are the Redskins gonna win that Superbowl Son? Next year!!!>>

Jesus: ..............

Tony: Okay, okay Mr. I-must-be-about-my-Father's-business!

[Jesus snaps His fingers and morphs Tony into a snail]

Snail Tony: (slowly and with a painfully drawn out drawl) heeeeeeeyyyy.....maaaaaaaaaan.......I......di.......dn........me.....aaaaaa.....nnnn......th.......aaaaaa......aaaaa......ttttt........

[Jesus snaps His fingers again and restores Tony's humanity]

Tony: (frantically touching his shirt and forearms for slime)........dude! DUUUUUDDEEEE don’t DONNT EVEN PLAAAAAYYYY??? AAWWHHHHHHHH DUDE! I was thinking, man! Now its really going to be hard to find a HOT WIFE!!! But anyway, so yeah, what Ive been trying to say is….I want you to make me a god!

Jesus: In the sense of what? You are already a god

Tony: Well, like, like, You created the heavens and earth as God.....make me a creator too! I want to exercise my god-like powers and create like you created!

Jesus: What do you want to create? What do you have in mind?

Tony: I want to create worlds dog!

Jesus: Im afraid I cant….....

Tony: No, not like Mars son! Like Bruno Mars Son!...BEEEAAUUUTTIIFFUL GIRLS ALL OVER THE WORLD.....IM CHASING.....BUT THEY AINT GOT NOTHING ON YOOOOOOUUUUUUU

Coyotes in the near vicinity: WOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Tony: (unaware of the coyote intervention).....BABY!! .....

[Jesus laughs]

Tony: Hey whats so funny???

Jesus: Continue my son

Tony: So yeah, like not like Bruno Mars, but like with my poetry. Bless me so that I can create worlds when I write. That's my open, public prayer to You, Son! Give me the gift of literary creation so that my words can be even more powerful!

Jesus: Consider it done. Your words will outpace and far exceed the steps of your enemies; don't fret about those who through jealousy want to destroy you, as I have been praying for your deliverance. Honor your influence, and give Me all Glory when all is said and done.

Tony: NO DIGGITY!!! NO DOUBT!!!

[Tony and Jesus shake hands]

Amanda Seyfried Dont Destroy Egypt...please?

-------------------/Amanda Seyfried Broke Up With Me; She's Going To Destroy Egypt!


Zoan is like my heart cursed with the dearth
of your presence and affection
all signs of strength and vitality are gone
my cheeks have lost their ruddiness
my smile doesn't have the will to show my teeth –
to feign happiness underneath a pall of sad insecurity
all the while that Im alone
watching Mean Girls over and over again
eating ice cream, then tipping it over in fits of crying
and armrest head-bashing
(Neapolitan, the best when youre around – the worst solo)
the waters of the river of my happiness have dried up
the canals of unrestrained aspiration for your kiss stink
whenever I dream Im kissing you and awake
realizing I haven't brushed or flossed for days in a lethargic stupor
of crestfallenness
but when you loved me I remember lush reeds and verdant rushes
vibrant salubrious plants
of your cheerful words and joyous optimism......
now withered
There are no more fish of opportunity in my seas
you were the only one
because when I cast my worn metal hooks of seeking you
and throw in my nets of enthusiasm at the prospect of you
coming back to me
and letting me hold you as we count the constellations
comprised of innumerable stars
there is no yield but my pining and groaning
and stomping on the boat floor
levity abounded, a surfeit of levity you engendered in me
even my clothes from Target felt like
Versace and Coogi
your soft skin on my rough fingers made me feel like
the most lionized and decorated weaver of fine linens
all my outfits matched
I washed my jeans
I buttoned the top collar of my shirt and wore ties
and blazers with my chucks, baby
but now Ive lost hope and came to the real awareness
of my pretention
I am the (not so) Great Gatsby and you Daisy
I shop at Walmart, I shop at Old Navy – Not Prada or R. Lauren
How can I be a disciple of ancient kings of romance like Romeo
if you don't love me Amanda
how can I have knowledge of what horrid fate will befall me
or be like one of the wise men
and save my land?


(PLEASE –PLEEZZ COME BACK AMANDA, BABY!!! DON'T YOU!! DON'T YOU BREAK UP WITH ME GUURRRLLLL!)

(I promise to watch Red Riding Hood Thrice!! I WILL BLOW THAT BIG BAD WOLF'S HOUSE DOWN FOR A CHANGE)

-----------Isaiah 19:5-12
The waters of the river will dry up,
and the riverbed will be parched and dry.
The canals will stink;
the streams of Egypt will dwindle and dry up.
The reeds and rushes will wither,
also the plants along the Nile,
at the mouth of the river.
Every sown field along the Nile
will become parched, will blow away and be no more.
The fishermen will groan and lament,
all who cast hooks into the Nile;
those who throw nets on the water
will pine away.
Those who work with combed flax will despair,
the weavers of fine linen will lose hope.
The workers in cloth will be dejected,
and all the wage earners will be sick at heart.
The officials of Zoan are nothing but fools;
the wise counselors of Pharaoh give senseless advice.
How can you say to Pharaoh,
"I am one of the wise men,
a disciple of the ancient kings"?
Where are your wise men now?
Let them show you and make known
what the LORD Almighty
has planned against Egypt.

King Zedekiah's Erin - MY ERIN. MY REGRET

This aint Erin....but kinda looks like her!!!!!

Ahhhh....how do I give voice to these simmering latent emotions? In lieu of my heart being waylaid by years now, upon years of betrayal, loss, and rejection pertaining to relationships pursued and subsequently abandoned, I find consolation and balm in reminiscing about this girl named Erin I used to have a substantial fondness for. The thing is, she was always in a relationship, (owing, undoubtedly, to her stellar looks and demeanor) thus precluding me from making any earnest attempt at sending overtures her way. So lets see, eight to twelve (I am intentionally obfuscating any effort you can make to pinpoint her identity here) years later, I still pleasantly recall that rapture of sentiment she used to inspire in my soul. If, things were different, and we (or rather I) weren’t denied the opportunity to be together…I presume we would be rather happy at this juncture. But crap, since Im still single and nursing these recurring wounds of the ravages dating….this is a cause and call for melancholy. Erin…I wish this night to be dedicated to you and whatever sundry tasks, or errands you may be doing. I had only hoped I could be sharing this time with you, maybe pushing a shopping cart while you blithely buy bread and fruit or something.



-------------/King Zedekiah's Regret (Over Erin) – His/My Thoughts On Losing Judah


Pashur was my blind foolhardiness and Zephaniah my wayward naivete
Erin,
when I first saw you I desperately wanted a reprieve
from the formidable forces
of Babylonian romantic renunciation from my last girlfriend
(k*na)
and brief yet fruitless relations sought out (in class/on campus)
in the name of love hoping
for requital
your cerulean eyes, your hour glass figure your
demure ethos, feminine athleticism
was like a hoped for prophecy from Jeremiah's (fate) mouth disbanding
those malevolent
maddening
forces of forced and austere singleness trying to breach the
gates and towers of the fortress of my grand expectations for marriage
armed with weapons of overconfidence,
and assumption of the goodness
of my wisdom (and maybe too small a shield, aka shyness)
and I mused, with levity whenever I saw you at school figuring
perhaps the LORD will perform wonders for me as in times past
when I met alluring women (former loves) who enchanted me so blissfully
in my heart, my Judah
but this time, with you, the prophet’s words were not so favorable
and you
oblivious to me, you so sexy yet so not into me
you wrapped in another man’s arms before
I could raise my voice to you beyond a feeble muster of
"hey Erin....(you look so pretty today, you want to hang out sometime
and maybe soon be as smitten with me as I am with you)"
because he said to me:
"I am about to turn against you the weapons of war that are in your hands, which you are using to fight the king of Babylon and the Babylonians who are outside the wall besieging you. And I will gather them inside this city. I myself will fight against you with an outstretched hand and a mighty arm in furious anger and in great wrath"
hexing
any desires of mine for you that I held fast, predicting
they would die by the sword, famine or plague
of disappointment, of crying in my dorm room,
and melancholy
yet perhaps deservedly so…for truthfully in my haughtiness
I didn't meet your acquaintance formally,
I didn't ask you out for lunch,
I didn't inquire into your personal life and aspirations, and penchants.
or compliment your gorgeous smile
I stagnated
and lifelessly watched as other men more hawkish ruled the day
won your affections
and made me rue that day that I reckoned
"Who can come against me? and take Erin away?
Who can enter my refuge of affinity for her? she is mine rightfully"
I was punished as my deeds deserved
jilted in justice
and my sadness and bitterness over us not being together
will forever kindle a fire in the forests of my memories
of my late teens and early twenties
that still consumes everything around
weighs down on me
in everything I do



----------Jeremiah 21
The word came to Jeremiah from the LORD when King Zedekiah sent to him Pashhur son of Malkijah and the priest Zephaniah son of Maaseiah. They said: "Inquire now of the LORD for us because Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon is attacking us. Perhaps the LORD will perform wonders for us as in times past so that he will withdraw from us." But Jeremiah answered them, "Tell Zedekiah, This is what the LORD, the God of Israel, says: I am about to turn against you the weapons of war that are in your hands, which you are using to fight the king of Babylon and the Babylonians who are outside the wall besieging you. And I will gather them inside this city. I myself will fight against you with an outstretched hand and a mighty arm in furious anger and in great wrath. I will strike down those who live in this city—both man and beast—and they will die of a terrible plague. After that, declares the LORD, I will give Zedekiah king of Judah, his officials and the people in this city who survive the plague, sword and famine, into the hands of Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon and to their enemies who want to kill them. He will put them to the sword; he will show them no mercy or pity or compassion.’ "Furthermore, tell the people, 'This is what the LORD says: See, I am setting before you the way of life and the way of death. Whoever stays in this city will die by the sword, famine or plague. But whoever goes out and surrenders to the Babylonians who are besieging you will live; they will escape with their lives. I have determined to do this city harm and not good, declares the LORD. It will be given into the hands of the king of Babylon, and he will destroy it with fire.' "Moreover, say to the royal house of Judah, 'Hear the word of the LORD. This is what the LORD says to you, house of David:
"'Administer justice every morning;
rescue from the hand of the oppressor
the one who has been robbed,
or my wrath will break out and burn like fire
because of the evil you have done—
burn with no one to quench it.
I am against you, Jerusalem,
you who live above this valley
on the rocky plateau, declares the LORD—
you who say, "Who can come against us?
Who can enter our refuge?"
I will punish you as your deeds deserve,
declares the LORD.
I will kindle a fire in your forests
that will consume everything around you.;"

AMANDA SEYFRIED, OUR LOVE IS FIRE - KINDA LIKE A CHARIOT

GO SEE RED RIDING HOOD YALL!!! IN THEATERS SOON! SUPPORT MY (YEARNED FOR) BABY!
(Ryan Phillipe who??? - no disrespect brah, I mean, let me get some love too!)


---------------------/AMANDA SEYFRIED, OUR LOVE IS FIRE - KINDA LIKE A CHARIOT

Amanda, baby
your beauty affirms me, your grace crowns my heart
king of Israel
sovereign and principally opposed to lovelorn forces
to Syrian naysaying that would massacre and subjugate me
to a life devoid of romance, from the soft kiss of your euphoric lips
a paradise of placid peace in my innermost soul
and I warned my heart about secret things
I knew of the camps, the shorn and tattered and putrid places
(and the stratagems)
where these enemies of our union posted, poised to strike
and condemn me to a life of crying in your absence
of being alone, remorse and regret for not having you welling in me
numb to the world - forever
the plots to take you away from me
the intention to aide Ryan Phillippe in his quest
to ferry your affections for me away
so that I would never grant cynicism the opportunity to draw its bow
or misanthropy an opportune moment to unsheathe its blade
of promiscuity and callous misogyny
always moving, always shifty
frustrating the foe of amour, our amour
snickering as they exclaim “who is on Israel's king's side?”
alerting him
to my maddening machinations and sinister schemes
and my efforts to woo you
my desire to make your knees weak, I know
will place me in harm’s way, while these
who want me to leave you alone tell themselves
go and spy where he is, that I may send and fetch him
not knowing that I am prepared to die for you
the enormity of my admiration, and the breadth
of my respect and awe for you
are worth every last breath, even in perishing
and I need you near me much more than I could ever be afraid
of chariots of negativity, and a great host of scorn and criticism
of us being together on the red carpet
or one day (soon) pledging to marry
even if they came by night, and compassed the city of my emotions
surrounding me in a show of intimidation and machismo
because your green eyes
for me are more strong and powerful than they that be with them
because your blonde hair is an army full of horses
to combat any discouragement, and your myriad of dazzling dresses
surrounds me like chariots of fire



Our love will be like a piercing light that blinds all those who stand against us


(I love you Amanda, baby! E-mail me @thejesusmetaphor@yahoo.com, girl. Let me love you dowwwn, so may ways to love ya!)

AMANDA SEYFRIED, YOU DA YOU DA BEST YOU DA YOU DA BEST!


-------------/
2 Kings 6:8-18
Then the king of Syria warred against Israel, and took counsel with his servants, saying, In such and such a place shall be my camp. And the man of God sent unto the king of Israel, saying, Beware that thou pass not such a place; for thither the Syrians are come down.
And the king of Israel sent to the place which the man of God told him and warned him of, and saved himself there, not once nor twice. Therefore the heart of the king of Syria was sore troubled for this thing; and he called his servants, and said unto them, Will ye not shew me which of us is for the king of Israel? And one of his servants said, None, my lord, O king: but Elisha, the prophet that is in Israel, telleth the king of Israel the words that thou speakest in thy bedchamber. And he said, Go and spy where he is, that I may send and fetch him. And it was told him, saying, Behold, he is in Dothan. Therefore sent he thither horses, and chariots, and a great host: and they came by night, and compassed the city about. And when the servant of the man of God was risen early, and gone forth, behold, an host compassed the city both with horses and chariots. And his servant said unto him, Alas, my master! how shall we do? And he answered, Fear not: for they that be with us are more than they that be with them. And Elisha prayed, and said, LORD, I pray thee, open his eyes, that he may see. And the LORD opened the eyes of the young man; and he saw: and, behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire round about Elisha. And when they came down to him, Elisha prayed unto the LORD, and said, Smite this people, I pray thee, with blindness. And he smote them with blindness according to the word of Elisha.

When Doves (Really) Cry

-----------/When Doves Cry; Jesus' Thoughts Upon Seeing The Empty Temple Area At Night (The Tables Set Up For Bartering, Unattended Cages of Doves Cooing, Signs Designating Currency Exchange Rates and Hours Of Operation, Etc)


Its hard to imagine that so much time has passed
how much has changed
when
seemingly only a few moments have elapsed
when darkness reigned
and nothingness – but the spirit hovering over waters
and with wisdom man nothing yet but a conception
and Israel chosen as a privilege
(a beacon of hope on earth brought forth)
and in a moment floods in wrath destroyed rebellion
a dove charged with conditional emancipation
to share of any good news spoken throughout the land
the olive branch was proof of her loyalty
(and of new beginnings realized)
honoring her promise, setting her free
a legacy cemented in heaven’s lore with true symbolism....dependable
innocent, gentle, pure, lovely....
and since....a temple was built, sacrificial ordinances instituted
for us Jewish people
to atone for our wrongs in this world and enable peace
with a Creator full of great expectations
and war upon war evidenced His dexterity in battle
foe upon felled foe substantiated Jacob’s preeminence
and choice provisions of the land bequeathed
without any trite currency, or swindling,
or bargaining, only love and grace undeservedly
but happily bestowed
before a second temple was built and intimacy
between God and Israel fostered again
tonight
the moon pours forth creamy milk streams of lambent light
casting tall silhouettes before those who have come to
pay respects for the annals of a people forever pressed
but never crushed
in silence, and solemn but joyous tears….for all those
recently passed and those only entrusted to memory
like Noah, like Moses, like Jonah, like Isaac
and for the plight of all of us still alive yet essentially squelched
under a pagan oligarchy sympathetic yet blasé
to the importance of true worship;
yet harsh and cruel, and petulant in tax season
but in its wake, past the shadows it reveals mangled and anguished shrills
from doves trapped in cages, cords around their beaks
with sullen eyes
doleful about what our people have become, and the inability
like their ancestors, to witness a righteous people set apart
or exude any admirable qualities full of dignity, not filth and squalor
not innocent but guilty, not gentle but jaded and cynical, impure, unlovely
....loose change littered across the floor
worn signs directing traffic to a menagerie of wicked services
treacherously serving a god of mammon
provided to a nation who has truly lost their way
and truly succumbed to mental tyranny
and literally unable to esteem any higher power
other than themselves

And all I can do is just sit for a moment
wistful
for a brief jaunt back on the Ark
just to hold the olive branch that once brought promise
now turned into decadence






---------------Mark 11:11-17
Then he entered Jerusalem and went into the temple; and when he had looked around at everything, as it was already late, he went out to Bethany with the twelve. On the following day, when they came from Bethany, he was hungry. Seeing in the distance a fig tree in leaf, he went to see whether perhaps he would find anything on it. When he came to it, he found nothing but leaves, for it was not the season for figs. He said to it, "May no one ever eat fruit from you again." And his disciples heard it. Then they came to Jerusalem. And he entered the temple and began to drive out those who were selling and those who were buying in the temple, and he overturned the tables of the money changers and the seats of those who sold doves; and he would not allow anyone to carry anything through the temple. He was teaching and saying, "Is it not written, 'My house shall be called a house of prayer for all the nations'? But you have made it a den of robbers."

Man we back, we back in Acts!

Holllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Yo- Yo Yo- Yiggity Yo, Yall! We back in full effect yall! yaaaaaaaalllllll!

uhnnnnn!

Check out Acts Chronicles baby, no wut I b sayin?

We got dis bamma Herod acting a fool and what not, but...whatev, I aint gonna bore you no more - just read on

MY PEOPLES!!!

Life's Treason, Death's Patriotism, Death's Treason, Life's Patriotism

Now behold, an angel of the Lord stood by him, and a light shone in the prison


-----------------------------/Acts Chronicles Chapter 12: Life's Treason, Death's Patriotism, Death's Treason, Life's Patriotism (In Prison Darkness) - The Thoughts Of Peter Before He Fell Asleep In Prison Next To Two Soldiers

Everyone , at some point I believe
has pined for a premature death in some sense
when life just seems to overwhelm
dying a shelter from antagonistic forces of calamity
emotional travail
familial strife, economic dearth
supposing at the terminus of one’s beating heart one is greeted
with instantaneous halcyon and a pair of wings
to fly away
and enjoy bliss, joyously naïve to a pained past
leisurely dipping a finger in cool streams of eternal youth
thoughtlessly braiding a lion’s hair, warmed by eternal shining Sun
Eden reclaimed, land of the free
but in truth, the very real experience of impending death
has none of these expected accompanying consolations
but only dread
and all you can do is keep your eyes fastened to the ground
so as not arouse the disdain of the guard surrounding you
by meeting eyes
(no more swollen eyes, or teeth dislodged from hardened fists
and feet)
and if offered just an hour back in the most wretched, excruciating
situation you would have erstwhile died to escape
you would without question accept graciously the opportunity
just to rid yourself of the constant, unrelenting foreboding
outstanding sins to make amends for
words never spoken to friends
kisses never bestowed on the very people who never hesitated
to shower them on you
a thrice epic display of betrayal that still stings
I do not know what you are saying
I do not know the Man!
"Surely you also are one of them, for your speech betrays you" -
I do not know the Man!
and you would prefer whips to your back
to the echoes of your own voice that night that ring in your ears….
WHEN ALL YOU WANT TO DO NOW IS LIVE!
and not be stuck in some dungeon awaiting a public, transparent
shameful death before you had time to right your wrongs
because when you stand before the Angel of Death
it isn’t necessarily his methodology that you fear –
you fear yourself a monster
wondering what words he will speak, and what reputation you will carry
to the next life
after your relatives carry your body
across places now filled with your regret





-------------Acts 12:5-8
Peter was therefore kept in prison, but constant prayer was offered to God for him by the church. And when Herod was about to bring him out, that night Peter was sleeping, bound with two chains between two soldiers; and the guards before the door were keeping the prison. Now behold, an angel of the Lord stood by him, and a light shone in the prison; and he struck Peter on the side and raised him up, saying, "Arise quickly!" And his chains fell off his hands. Then the angel said to him, "Gird yourself and tie on your sandals"; and so he did. And he said to him, "Put on your garment and follow me."

You've Got Wheels

*dedicated to anyone who feels like giving up; just close your eyes like my man Ezekiel did and see the vision, yo. Chase your destiny from now on without ever turning. Always face straightforward, never stop pursuing your dreams, ya hurd me?


As for the likeness of the living creatures, their appearance was like burning coals of fire, like the appearance of torches going back and forth among the living creatures. The fire was bright, and out of the fire went lightning. And the living creatures ran back and forth, in appearance like a flash of lightning.


------------------------------/Visions Of Prophets –Ezekiel Ch1 – Wheels; You Are Unflappable


Close your eyes, I know you have wings
to fly above mediocrity, to soar, to win so that you never lose - ever
[the River Chebar is where you first conceived your destiny
though all around you were held captive by their own apprehensions
and uncertainty]
(four of them) and four faces
because you reason soundly like a man, attacking your adversities
like a lion
fierce, unrelenting savage
with the indomitable strength of an ox, longsuffering prosperity and
like an eagle you are a perennial visionary
pursuing the loftiest goals deeming none of them impossible
or too high
and there is this indescribable fire inside of you
bright
burning coals of desire that will not be snuffed
your dreams in your heart forever smoldering
and you will never allow doubt thrown your way to linger
because when anyone dares to cast aspersions on your aspirations
or scoff. jeering at your ambition, threatening to ensnare your confidence
you spryly move back and forth, never turning to the side
no matter which direction you chose;
impervious to distractions always looking towards the prize,
your wit and your resolve
outpacing their intentions as the first strike of lightning outpaces
the first drops of rain in a storm
flashing luminously behind dark clouds of your secret intent
and you intuitively know, deep within that even if you should weary
or entertain thoughts of turning back
of coming to on the river banks of trial and testing
and on the precipice of fulfilling your destiny
losing the vision
always besides you in the color of beryl-
a set of the best wheels to go with you, wheels in the middle of wheels
for carrying the fortitude within the fortitude in your soul
with high, awesome rims full of eyes
always looking
because the path you tread will always have opportunities for new growth
and wherever you go the wheels go
and wherever there is joy, the wheels go for therein lies your spirit
so that your plans for life are always in constant motion
never sedentary, never stagnant
until you wait for the next goal
briefly putting down your wings to stand
victoriously

(always)




-----------------------
Now as I looked at the living creatures, behold, a wheel was on the earth beside each living creature with its four faces. The appearance of the wheels and their workings was like the color of beryl, and all four had the same likeness. The appearance of their workings was, as it were, a wheel in the middle of a wheel. When they moved, they went toward any one of four directions; they did not turn aside when they went. As for their rims, they were so high they were awesome; and their rims were full of eyes, all around the four of them. Wherever the spirit wanted to go, they went, because there the spirit went; and the wheels were lifted together with them, for the spirit of the living creatures was in the wheels. When those went, these went; when those stood, these stood; and when those were lifted up from the earth, the wheels were lifted up together with them, for the spirit of the living creatures was in the wheels.

Wunderkind - NOT WONDER KID, SILLY PEOPLEZ!!!

So guess what yall??? I may not have a girl right now, but I....excuse me.....a guuuuurrrrlllll.....but I do have MY MANE! DA LITTLE BABY JESUS, DAWG! More accurately stated, I got da 12 year old preteen Jesus Christ aka JEBUS CHRIZZLE AT MY BACK, making sho no fool runz all up onz me AND TRIES TO CAP ME FO REEEEL!!! YA knoooooooooowwww?

But for real do', check this, check this, check this rite heya! When Jesus was a Young One/ Yung Wun, he was on point for his age, dun! I mean, here you have this young kid! A youngsta!! A whippa snappa! kicking knowledge to lionized and well reputed scholars like it aint nuthin duuuu! Explain that yall! EXPLAIN THAT ONE YALL!!! RIDDLE ME THAT, FOR REEEELLZZZZ!

Okay, Okay before I lose your attention let me just say dat dat bamma Jebus Chrizzle is cool as ice yo – Justin Bieber who? I mean, if I hung out with any Kid it would be that one! and Justin Bieber is a close second, and maaayybe Jaden Smith in third, ya hurd. And to think, Dat Kat is still going strong up in heaven with His HEAVENLY POPS! Ya hurd? HIS HEAVENLY POPS WITH HAIR LIKE A MOPS, AND A BEARD SO LONG, YOU KNOW THAT KAT GOTTA BE STRONG!! (can someone say omnipotent!! Can I get an AMEN???!!) .....uhhnnnnn!! mic check mic check! – BUT I DIGRESS! So, uh yeah, I just want to give a shot out to baby Jesus for setting such a great example, even in His Youth, for us to follow. It's the same Jesus who would one day WIN BACK THE WORLD, SON!!! So on the real lets just take a looksie in Luke 2 at poetry in motion, and remember – THAT EVEN WHEN THE ODDS ARE STACKED AGAINST US, AND THE EXPECTATION IS THAT OUR YOUTH, OUR INEXPERIENCE, OUR WEALTH, OUR GENDER, OUR RACE, OUR CLOTHES – OR WHAT HAVE YOU, WILL KEEP US MUM, we each have Jebus Chrizzle Jr, as our Paragon, He is within us. NO MATTA YOUR STATE IN LIFE SON, YOU CAN ALWAYS SPEAK UP – YOU CAN ALWAYS AMAZE PEOPLE, ALWAYS MAKE A DIFFERENCE IN YOUR LIFE (in big or small ways) NO MATTER WHAT NOBODY THINK!! YA


IF YOUZ A CHILD OF GOD!!! – YA HUUURRD? –

wooooooooooooooooooooooooooo(Ric Flair)

Wooooooooooooooooooooo! LIL JEBUS CHRIZZLE JUNIOR YALL! WHERE YOU AT WHERE YOU AT!!!!??????

Wunderkind

---------------------Wunderkind: Jesus' Words To The Temple Teachers


The nighttime breezes carry anecdotes of Perseus
and winds whisper of the Gorgon with snaked hair
and the gales from storms foist glorification of Hesperides
as panacea for all ills
inspiration while enduring insufferable dark
for a Jewish nation oppressed and dictated to by Rome
where even a temple tax is levied
payed to the Emperor
as it citizens take cover under rains of despair
while stories of Moses and Joshua and Samson
slowly dissipate under the vise grip of anxiety that
Stately Jerusalem has been forever lost, and in school
while we children play a noticeable somberness enfolds
our teachers
as though they were unaware of the signs
of the times of the historical significance of the preconditions
for the dawning of a new era
and in the temples do they not know?
that the blood of Abel poured from my veins
that Isaac's birth was my birth and Abraham a metaphor
for my Father offering me, using a knife
as substitute for sins of this world?
I was every lamb, goat, pigeon, dove slaughtered
I was Joseph rejected by my brothers, I was Melchizedek
before the old covenant of more noble lineage and prestige
and I was Noah's Ark that saved
also the Manna in the desert, the Rock in the wilderness
the Brass Serpent
surveying a land full of death, anger and bitterness
begging the sick to simply take notice
and my Law was Samson, strong when honored, weak when betrayed
that this very calamity, falling flat in the dust wedged
between the sandals of Caesar and the prayer for either death
or a Savior
raises worldwide awareness of Golgotha, makes pagan nations
more aware
of Gethsemane, as news of me spreads in a civilized world united
in common language and currency?
a real hero is not one who kills for restoration of hedonistic gains
nor is Medusa the real enemy
there is no greater love than for a man to die for his friends
saving them from themselves
for the real enemy lies within

and a subjugated nation can only rise
(from the ashes of One Man's grueling sacrfice)
when all its subjects lock hand in hand
and bow before its True King




(in Perpetual Sunshine
with no misguided gusts to listen to)

(The One God – My Father)




------------------Luke 2:41-47
His parents went to Jerusalem every year at the Feast of the Passover. And when He was twelve years old, they went up to Jerusalem according to the custom of the feast. When they had finished the days, as they returned, the Boy Jesus lingered behind in Jerusalem. And Joseph and His mother did not know it; but supposing Him to have been in the company, they went a day’s journey, and sought Him among their relatives and acquaintances. So when they did not find Him, they returned to Jerusalem, seeking Him. Now so it was that after three days they found Him in the temple, sitting in the midst of the teachers, both listening to them and asking them questions. And all who heard Him were astonished at His understanding and answers.

Lovely Consolation

--------------------/1 Kings and Things Chapter 1 (Part 2) (Twilight) Lovely Consolation: The Thoughts Of King David Very Advanced In Years


When you become king, (well
a good king rather, with every honest intention
to benefit the land by your service in office)
the lure of wealth, the love of various women
the power you wield, even in the most miniscule matters
whether the trading price of wheat
or the market value of oxen
the availability of means to exact vengeance
on your foes absolutely
that gives you a slight case of hubris and hegemony
don't compel you to rise each morning ten minutes
(incredibly and exactly ten minutes for almost forty years!)
before the cock’s crow
and place the crown on your head
hastily grabbing the royal scepter and with pride
basically bestride the throne
anxiously awaiting news from your generals, prophets,
and treasurer
though all of these are perks (though some made for purely
militaristic or economic reasons)
it is the ideal form of truth, virtue and ultimately worldwide accord
under One God
that catalyzes every breath you take, and every enemy you enchain
and paints the vision daily, monthly, yearly on the canvas of your mind
it is the refuge from a decidedly laborious day
the companion that lights your bedside candle at night
and whilst you sleep leans over your body and snuffs it out
yet as you age, limitations begin to obfuscate everything
that was at one time plainly lucid
your flesh weighs heavily on your bones impeding your spry gait
preventing you from accompanying your soldiers in battle
diminishing, ever so slightly your commanding, brawny ethos
amongst your subjects, and invalidating to a certain degree
your field acumen and grasp on conquests - sadly
calling into question your fitness for duty
and it stupefies your mind, binding your logic making you incoherent
with inchoate ideas before the royal court
it begins clouding your vision, so that you cant distinguish shadow
from person
and muffles the sound of voices in your ears
of the very advisors who once stood in awe of your mind
profuse in their commendations of your market and penal intellect
who now stand in silent pity at your pitiable state
unable to wryly and ingeniously outwit
the hawks who insidiously want to swindle Israel
into running a trade deficit, thus imperiling our power
from within
or judge wisely between two people in a conspicuously easy case
and once you’ve lost that ideal, that necessary ruling aesthetic
that comforts you
or rather, the ability to actualize it, or see it come to pass
its hard to get up early anymore
or be enthusiastic for the throne you now realize
is a bit uncomfortable, and uneven at the left armrest
....what I mean to say is
when the end is near you feel as if you've lost a paramour
the one who once lay so faithfully beside you and gave you dignity
abandons you as though your whole relation was just a tryst
and the night is always cold
and the days are always too long
and all you want is to be warmed


(by thoughts reassuring you that you will always be and always were a good king)






--------------1 Kings 1:1-4
When King David was very old, he could not keep warm even when they put covers over him. So his attendants said to him, "Let us look for a young virgin to serve the king and take care of him. She can lie beside him so that our lord the king may keep warm." Then they searched throughout Israel for a beautiful young woman and found Abishag, a Shunammite, and brought her to the king. The woman was very beautiful