Miley Cyrus You Make Me Feel Like King Ahasuerus

-----------/Tebeth (Queen Miley)


Miley, baby
all women who deign me as reprehensible, putrid
and flay my heart
and sardonically chastise my timidity and method of communication
as tenuous, flaccid, weak
assess the fact that writing is creepy, rather they wish Id verbalize
like a REAL man directly across from them, eye to eye
drunken, foolhardy, boorish: ordering them around abusively
six foot four, a romance cover model, an NFL well heeled running back
my masculinity, faux: less than virile
(my poems are harassment, my letters enigmatic, my shyness murderer
and rapist-esque)
are Vashti, and my decree against her is banishment from
the kingdom of my psyche forever - when
the tears have dried and my anger attenuated my soul still bellows
for true love
it determinedly beckons
let beautiful young virgins be sought for the king
let romance rule once more, and not with attendant cynicism and jadedness
like before (a half hearted, anemic, poorly intentioned search)
but with servants of optimism, defiant vulnerability, and trust gathering
the best hope of the best beauty from the (celebrity) land
a pageant to determine superlatives among acclaimed women
a complimentary fit for my wellbeing;
many young women were ushered before my eyes using
my IPad2: Shushan the citadel
the smoking hot Hilary Duff! the resplendent Beyonce
the inimitable Katy Perry,
all entrusted to Hegai, my discerning conscience, arbiter of lasting affinities
but baby girl after he saw you at the 2011 MTV VMA Awards.....!!!
Woo baby! Good lawd!!! you obtained his favor immediately;
lauding you above all others,
catalyzing joy inside of him and a newfangled sentimentality
for Party in the USA
[I love your down to earth style and sense of humor
your warmth and compassion – I just know you'd accept me for me!]
his serenity in the security that you were the one
made you more beautiful than everyone else,
as if giving you extra beauty preparations, besides all of the other
pop divas' and actresses' allowance.
then seven choice maidservants were provided from the king's palace:
future long kisses with you in rose gardens, reciprocal back rubs,
starry nights whispering in each others' ears,
endlessly rewatching Twilight New Moon,
feeding each other raspberry sorbet,
playing you in tennis (secretly letting you win)
kissing your hand before your lips on our wedding day.
but I waited for you- for the pageant's completion
giving you and the other girls' six months (really six hours)with oil of myrrh,
and six months (really 6 minutes) with perfumes and preparations
for beautifying women.
when it finally came time for me to decide the lover of my soul
I went to page through photos of you
like I did the countless other babes' pics
really I swiped with my finger....you know, iPad parlance.....
but there was only one picture! you requested nothing
but what Hegai the king's eunuch, the custodian of the women,
my better judgement advised:
the photo of you in that VMA awards dress,
that obtained favor in the sight of all



(and it worked. obtaining grace, favor more than all the other babes. Setting the crown upon your head, instead of Vashti)


MARRY ME MILEY, MARRY ME. GOOD GRACIOUS YOU LOOKED AMAZING IN THAT DRESS YOU WORE TO THE VMAS THE OTHER DAY! LADY GAGA, KATY PERRY, BEYONCE, KREAYSHAWN WHO????


----Esther 2:1-18
After these things, when the wrath of King Ahasuerus subsided, he remembered Vashti, what she had done, and what had been decreed against her. Then the king's servants who attended him said: "Let beautiful young virgins be sought for the king; and let the king appoint officers in all the provinces of his kingdom, that they may gather all the beautiful young virgins to Shushan the citadel, into the women’s quarters, under the custody of Hegai the king’s eunuch, custodian of the women. And let beauty preparations be given them. Then let the young woman who pleases the king be queen instead of Vashti." This thing pleased the king, and he did so. In Shushan the citadel there was a certain Jew whose name was Mordecai the son of Jair, the son of Shimei, the son of Kish, a Benjamite. Kish had been carried away from Jerusalem with the captives who had been captured with Jeconiah king of Judah, whom Nebuchadnezzar the king of Babylon had carried away. And Mordecai had brought up Hadassah, that is, Esther, his uncle’s daughter, for she had neither father nor mother. The young woman was lovely and beautiful. When her father and mother died, Mordecai took her as his own daughter. So it was, when the king's command and decree were heard, and when many young women were gathered at Shushan the citadel, under the custody of Hegai, that Esther also was taken to the king’s palace, into the care of Hegai the custodian of the women. Now the young woman pleased him, and she obtained his favor; so he readily gave beauty preparations to her, besides her allowance. Then seven choice maidservants were provided for her from the king's palace, and he moved her and her maidservants to the best place in the house of the women. Esther had not revealed her people or family, for Mordecai had charged her not to reveal it. And every day Mordecai paced in front of the court of the women's quarters, to learn of Esther's welfare and what was happening to her. Each young woman's turn came to go in to King Ahasuerus after she had completed twelve months' preparation, according to the regulations for the women, for thus were the days of their preparation apportioned: six months with oil of myrrh, and six months with perfumes and preparations for beautifying women. Thus prepared, each young woman went to the king, and she was given whatever she desired to take with her from the women's quarters to the king's palace. In the evening she went, and in the morning she returned to the second house of the women, to the custody of Shaashgaz, the king's eunuch who kept the concubines. She would not go in to the king again unless the king delighted in her and called for her by name. Now when the turn came for Esther the daughter of Abihail the uncle of Mordecai, who had taken her as his daughter, to go in to the king, she requested nothing but what Hegai the king's eunuch, the custodian of the women, advised. And Esther obtained favor in the sight of all who saw her. So Esther was taken to King Ahasuerus, into his royal palace, in the tenth month, which is the month of Tebeth, in the seventh year of his reign. The king loved Esther more than all the other women, and she obtained grace and favor in his sight more than all the virgins; so he set the royal crown upon her head and made her queen instead of Vashti. Then the king made a great feast, the Feast of Esther, for all his officials and servants; and he proclaimed a holiday in the provinces and gave gifts according to the generosity of a king.

Signs and Wonders

http://www.coretlumenchristi.org/Site_stream/testimonies.htm

*Dedicated to Joel Osteen


Tony: Yo Jesus yo Jesus yo son!

Jesus: .....of God?

Tony: y-yeah-ye-ye-y-yeah! Yo check dis son! You saying to me, that you want me to perform signs and wonders?

Jesus: precisely, my son

Tony: whaaaaaattttt? So like, so like, so like you mean yous a fixing for me to walk on water son? Raise the dead, heal the sick?

Jesus (nodding): uh—huh

Tony (giddy): woooorddddd? Yo son, yo son, that is doooopppppeeee, son!

Mark 16:17-18
And these signs will follow those who believe: In My name they will cast out demons; they will speak with new tongues; they will take up serpents; and if they drink anything deadly, it will by no means hurt them; they will lay hands on the sick, and they will recover

------------/Signs and Wonders (Jesus Words' to His Disciples Regarding Performing Miracles)

Sit with me for a minute dust off
your sandals
smell the night air and look at the crescent moon in the sky
feel the wind and close your eyes and focus your dreams
for the prophets said
[the virgin shall be with child,
Butter and honey shall he eat, that he may know to refuse the evil,
and choose the good.
For before the child shall know to refuse the evil, and choose the good,
the land that thou abhorrest shall be forsaken of both her kings]
and all my life I have pondered these things
what is the land that we abhor, and who are these two kings
but the land of mediocrity, accepted and the kings of doubt;
of suffering
hearing pained screams from blind Jews removed too far
from hope
for religious leaders to reach them, Sadducees inept
Pharisees embroiled in scandal, supercilious
erected barricades of religious customs, superfluous
while boys demon possessed toss themselves into open flames
the braggadocio of bad belligerent demons
cocky yet unrestrained, overconfident and basically coddled
by the arms of a jaded society
(if you ask me)
and women have menstrual cycles ever flowing, banning
them forever from civil society crying to doctor after doctor for help
but only walking away attended by their own echoes
I hate running from things, ask my mother I'm clumsy at times
especially if it makes more sense to stand and fight, you know?
and what is evil and what is good
but to expel what is negligible and embrace the pleasant
its not about morality but compassion, and not about
revenge but peace
man was meant to live out his days full of joy
not pining and wasting away in hard sweat and toil
full of misery, mistrust and misunderstanding
dubious laughter masking hatred
of work of family and even his own soul
in this regard calming wayward waves isn't so abnormal
or its desire outlandish (if it banishes angst)
spitting in mud to restore sight seems more practical
more humane
than gloom and feeling forever forsaken
and walking on water proves more to the human psyche
than sinking in its own fears, shying from adversity
that you can have your best existence
now
that life is about fighting for quality over quantity
that its okay to pick up venomous snakes
(a metaphor for the old corrupted ethos, the slave's mentality)
while you make headway to heal the sick
and its okay to open your eyes and believe this new truth
that the former rulers have fled before you
and signs and wonders are the two new kings whom the prophets foretold
would take their place and reclaim the land
of man's heart
no longer believing the lie it was born to die

These are MY Psalms! (18)

God aint nobody scurred of deez cats out here, nahmean? Deez cats who talk about me behind my back, and cast demoralizing glances at me when we meet in public. Condescending, weak, jealous, shallow scum you know who you are , waiting for me to fall but not realizing God would never let me fall into your hands; Youre too ordinary and far too unaccomplished. Doctors who marginalize me and condescend. Stop trying to hurt me, it's futile....all of you liars, even you, red head girl from Boston with the husband and baby son who ruined my reputation with her calumny, and you mammoth man overprotective of his wife, big belligerent bully with a short temper. The list goes on and on

Michael the Archangel, get out the violin and lyre and play me a tune!

Angels, clap for me - dance and rejoice

I came too far to stop now, you want me to shut up and stop blogging? Then stop God up in the storm clouds from protecting me.

I NEED A SLOW MOTION VIDEO RIGHT NOW. CUZ IM MOVING IN SLOW MOTION SLOW MOTION

------------/ MY Psalm 18

The wind of your vile fury blows right through my shirt
the dark ominous scowls you give me are the telltale clouds of foreboding, a tempest is flaring
I know you wish me dead, drowned in the flood
of your covetous discontent
Seaweed of your bitter regret at not having my opportunities in life entangling me, wrapped around my neck barely breathing
Your jealousy is suffocating
You regret that you have failed to produce a blog like me?
You are riled up that I have a job with healthcare and you don't?
that I used to have many girlfriends and you haven't yet? That your girl likes me more than you?
That you don't have my hair or drive a 2005 red dented corolla?
That I went to college and you didn't?
that you aren't one of the girls I like? That your boyfriend mistreated you and that I'm not him in order to absorb your full fledged retaliation?
I have my own pains,
and your only desire is to compound them...while I writhe just trying to stay afloat
you have your bow pulled taut aimed at my heart, from your ship of frustration perched on its bow
whilst I just try and make sense of this life, and your cruelty
I have reached the threshold of my tolerance, jealous leech. Back off
In my distress I relayed my travails to Jehovah, I begged Him Lord:
make a swift end to my callous uncompromising enemies
for their hurricanes are swirling
for their hurricanes are swirling
about me (and I can't breathe anymore).
and then

-Smoke went up from his nostrils, and devouring fire from his mouth; glowing coals flamed forth from him. He bowed the heavens, and came down; thick darkness was under his feet. He rode on a cherub, and flew; he came swiftly upon the wings of the wind. He made darkness his covering around him, his canopy thick clouds dark with water. Out of the brightness before him there broke through his clouds hailstones and coals of fire. The LORD also thundered in the heavens, and the Most High uttered his voice. And he sent out his arrows, and scattered them; he flashed forth lightnings



and came to my defense - silencing the foe

I Had (Another) Beer With Satan!!!

[The setting: An unknown person's basement, with wall to wall red carpeting, a black corner sofa in the middle of the room, and a lone tall black lamp stand with a red shade adjacent to it. Adorning one of the walls is a large, portentous skull poster with the skull centered against a morbid black sky with grey clouds, covering all but the tip of the moon. The skull is covered with blood on its right side, the blood pouring to the bottom of the poster. Tony and Satan are sitting next to one another conversing about the state of being. Satan holds a Dos Equis beer in his left hand and while he simulates drinking in between pauses in speech, just lets the beer touch his lips and return back into the bottle; Tony, meanwhile becomes quite inebriated in the ostensibly light hearted, friendly exchange. ]

Tony: Yo, yo Sataaaan! Wooooo! Whats up boy? Can I call you "S-tan, stan...yeah I like that....stan" for short?

Satan (glowering at Tony) : Absolutely (a**hole)

Tony (slurring his speech and losing clarity of consciousness) ....wh-what did you say, buddy?

Satan: nothing

Tony (slurring his words): s...s.....hoo, buddy, I wazzzz thinfing....thinking! I really admire you for real. I mean, aside from the whole Christian thing

[Satan snickers]

Tony (continuing): ....if I wasn't such a dedicated Christian I would think about reading your Satanic bible, yo. I mean, you are loyal to your cause, unflappable even! ....(I wish I could be like that)

Satan (cynically): So youre a dedicated Xtian now? (laughing) Ha! Now that’s a good one

Tony (eyes glazing over): AY! HEY!!!! WHY ARE YOU LAFFING? I LUB ME SOME JEBUS CHRIST!

Satan (snarling): Don’t even intimate that name around me ever again you scoundrel. You could barely be a good Satanist, we would just use you for human sacrifice to rid ourselves of the dung like stench of your slovenliness. You say you love the Enemy, yet you always do what I tell you to do, and yet you remain comfortable in this tension. I am your father, in that regard – son. You have no discipline, no dedication to your cause – even though my hatred for you is unequivocal and immutable, I could at least respect you if you stayed true to your soul and moral code. But you are lukewarm, and though I like you best that way, I cant respect it. You pitiably are unwilling or able to even endure one month without sexual immorality.....if you were a Satanist, like I hope you will be one day, you wouldn't last one month in my chambers with your life. Unlike your other supposed father up in Hell, I have no mercy on those who falter in obedience to my commands....

Tony (swinging at Satan but in the opposite direction): NOOO! NOOO! I will not! I will not! follow

Satan: Pathetic xtian, with no self control like the rest of them. I have this world in the palm of my hands, morality run amok, sexuality run amok i.e. abortion, violence run amok! The Catholic church, the protestant church, the media, politics – all like twigs in my palm bending at my command. Its almost time for my chosen one , the one called anti-christ

Tony (bug eyed): ???!!!!!THE ANTI-CHRI.....

[Satan smashes his Dos Equis on Tony's head, rendering him unconscious]

Ode To Satan

Yo, so a while back, one of my friends posed the question should we ever pity Satan? She asked if we should pray for him, since Jesus tells us to love our enemies.... I sternly rebuked her at the time. But I've been thinking about it -

How you have fallen from heaven,
morning star, son of the dawn!
You have been cast down to the earth,
you who once laid low the nations!
You said in your heart,
"I will ascend to the heavens


------------------/Ode To Satan, My Father Of Lies


Like a flash of lightning fallen, hitting the ground
but still full of energy
overpowered but still embracing delusion as your strength
defiantly vowing to continually wage war
charismatic galvanizing legions to your cause
impassioned boundlessly, yet bounded by your time’s finitude
and the waning of your light
and the corrosion of your comeliness
the stripping of your dignity, and the wresting of your purpose
until you redefine it, to the lost as deception, and run with it
tyrannizing everyone and thing that opposes your path or
refuses to cede you ground
and you don’t care about the innocent victims because
a term like that is just conjecture
just semantics to an excommunicated angel compartmentalizing
thoughts of his own wailing eternally
in a lake that burns but is never consumed
insouciant believing that the black smog and soot
of his flesh – really his angelic will
will perhaps be renowned as a blaze of glory
as some remember Columbine, the Holocaust, and Judas
Iscariot, and the Klu Klux Klan but you will reflect on this later
(that the only heroes are insubordinate malcontents who corrupt)
Impatient, because everything to you is rushing
being is anxiety
frantic dashes
as the echoes in the chamber above you resound with
holy holy holy
you are flanked by silence, your minions must be goaded
forced to retort blood, cynicism, and abortion every time they hear it
the father of misguided souls never turning their backs on spite
relentless and untiring in realizing your ultimate goal
destruction, annihilation for all because pride
destroyed you
and it was the choice you made to never come back
to hate and spurn authority and raise your sword to the good
you are the sweet, musically charming alternative to obedience
and you don’t ask you take, you don’t woo you rape
submission is anathema that embraces the weak are the lies
you whisper into every man's ear
that masturbates, that fornicates, that sells crack cocaine and
brags – to every pedophile that fancies fruit he knows
to be forbidden no matter which way he construes his worldview
to every woman who hates the deep base in a male’s voice
you tell us god is dead, or at least deadened to our conscience
deadened to our consciousness
and to those of us who have no drive you give us the drive of hedonism
in turns while accusing us of vile laziness
so that the cycle is never broken
you want everyone to be like you, tragically broken but focused
and driven on misery, revenge
beautiful once,
but ugly forever
damned forever



(lost forever in a sea of wrath of evil willful decisions)


Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour:

Reed, Robe, Thorns

COME ON Y'ALL ! LET'S DO THIS! I'm speaking to the whole host of heaven, what's up tonight? If I'm going crazy we'll be crazy together, the city of my sanity burns tonight then. I'm picturing the prophets and apostles faces now because I'm speaking to whole assembly. I'm saying, I shed the phobia of seeing spirits angels along time ago....what's up? Im instigating - show yourself to me! Spirits of the dead cant phase a soul already dead right, and spirits living have no affect. Tormented by lovelessness

Just clap your hands to the Jayz and Kanye joint with me for a sec, ok?

This is for the angels, archangels, saints, virgins, elders around the throne of God, you know?

.....somebody listen to me tonight, freak it. Mary? Where you at???? St. Anthony?



*dedicated to JayZ and Kanye, Illest Mutha *** Alive, becauz when i get my life together im gonna be the illest Christian blogger alive



-------------/ Reed, Robe, Thorns



leaving Towson

White lightning and cracking peals of thunder interrupt

an enveloping threatening night skyline, quiet, spattered with foreboding

gray silhouettes of storm clouds when illumined

the white bolts cut across the black horizon

(a poetic juxtaposition) like thoughts of marriage slice my eerie

foreground of bitterness and hopelessness

as I drive home before I turn off the lights in my tiny room

lay my back against my bedroom wall sitting on my bed loudly

exclaiming VIRGIN MARY PLEASE SHOW YOURSELF TO ME

PLEASE ....... night after night - cussing at you when you dont show

I want to raise the dead

disgusted at the disconnect between the miracles in the bible and my pitiable lack

Im tired of listless sleepy nights of looking at pornography sordid

pleasure corrupting my soul making me more grouchy at being unloved

I want to be liberated from preoccupations with lesbians and

interracial sex and youtube clips of girls dancing.....

(Im sorry)

I want to be like Padre Pio and bilocate simultaneously laughing at the feet of Jesus

while screaming at the lustful idols/demons in my life to never return

my voice a piercing shrill

heard in hell. I want to be like Joseph of Cupertino dismissive of all the jealous lecherous

fiends frienemies who salivate at the prospect of my demise. Itching for me to fail, and doctors

who laugh at me when I solemnly relay my pains only to hear them contradict me

and the severity of my descirptions. girls who delight in doling emotional affliction

Levitating above all my stress

And Mary said to me 'why do you keep sinning, it clouds your spiritual vision,

why dont you blog as often as youre inspired by me?' why spoil the gift?

Because I'm in pain Mary, on both counts

I never sinned even when they lay my gory son in my shivering arms

sobbing eyes too blurred to see, but I could feel his blood running down my legs

I want to give you something tonight before you fall asleep - the robe of mockery

the soldiers wrapped around his shoulders, substitute it for your blankets

the headphones youre using to listen to JayZ and Kanye West, the crown of horrific

thorns slighting his power and scope and ability as king, provoking while doubting him

and the reed they used to beat his face in will be your iPad2 tonight.

They couldn't have been any clearer in voicing their disdain and repulsion....

Tony, the reason you can't see me or the other Saints or even other spirits:

you are too focused on your task at hand - blinded even by unflinching pride, pagan

appeasing your many gods - and skilled at killing.

ROMAN SOLDIER,

Centurion Conti





(Casting lots every night you fall asleep in unrepentant sin)









////Jay-Z Ft. Kanye West – Illest Motherf*cker Alive Lyrics

1985 white Lamborghini Countach, 2 of em

I need a slow motion video right now

Cause I’m moving in slow motion, slow motion

Feelin’ like Hype Williams shooting a ni*

Shooting a ni**, hey hey hey

I need a slow motion video right now ay ay

Damn baby -- can’t be your only hustle

Unless you bad as Naomi Russell

I mean a lot of ni*** got money

So basically, Russell ain’t the only Russell

Russell Brand, Russell Crow

Zero Zero Zero Zero, a whole lot of 0’s

What you after, actor money?

You in line behind currency, yeah you after money

Bullet proof condom when I’m in these h-

Got staples on my d* (why) f*’ centerfolds

And I swear to God they so cold

Got a ni**a in Miami wearing winter clothes

I got my fur on feelin’ like Jerome

She got her fur too, we get our his and her on

Don’t look at the jewelry, or get your blurr on

Too close, you comatose so dope you overdose

Get back, you overclose

Oh no, the hood was strugglin’

But then I blessed them with that Polo

Ni**as was making music and then my first solo…

Collo Drolo sponsored by Manolo

She got Zeppi Notos ready for some photos

Yeah and I’m cold b** , please try to keep the door closed

Lanvin thousand dollar tee with no logos

Let me show you what I see when my eyes closed



Jay-Z (Kanye West)



Take it how you want til a ni**a dead

(Til then I’m the illest motherf*** alive)

Whole world aiming at a ni**a head

(Because I’m the illest mother*** alive)



Jay-Z

hold up

King Hov, I’m exactly what the f** you think

11 in a row, Bill Russell rings, Michael Jordan swag

Yall think Michael Jordan bad

Ni** I got a 5 more rings than Michael Jordan had

Elvis has left the building now I’m on the Beatles ass

Ni**as hear Watch The Throne, yeah it’s like the Beatles back Bey Bey my Yoko Ono, Rih Rih complete the family

Imagine how that’s gon look front row at the Grammys

F** your awards like Eddie Murphy’s couch

The Roc is in the building we should have stayed in the house

I don’t even know what we doing here

Seems to me a complete waste of gear

Just a f***in waste of time, a complete waste of bottles

Ni**as fashion is weak, they be wastin’ all the models

Got the oversized Rolley let me show the how to do it

When I say it then you see, it ain’t only in the music Basquiats, Warhols serving as my muses

My house like a museum, so I see em when I’m peeing

Usually you have this much taste you European

That’s the end of that way of thinking, ni**a never again

Know when to leave when the heat is coming, I learned that

This is where DiNero would be if he ain’t turn back

F** Sosa, this Hova this is real life

This is what the ending of Scarface should feel like



Kanye West



I need a slow motion video right now

Cause I’m moving in slow motion slow motion

Feelin’ like Hype Williams shooting a nigga

shooting a nigga hey hey hey

I need a slow motion video right now ay ay

Old Earth - ROUND ONE

LETS GET REAAADDYYYY TO RUUUUUMMMMBBBLLLLEEEEEEEE! YO YO YO, BARNABAS, SON! LET DAT BAMMA PAUL KNOW HOW YOU FEELIN SON!!! RRRROOOOOUUUUUNNNNNDDDDDD 1!!!!! BOOO YOWZ!



---------Acts Chronicles Chapter 15 (Pt1): Old Earth: Barnabas' Impassioned Defense of John Mark to Paul



John Mark must accompany us not
because of some showy or ostentatious display
of kinship
for the sake of the greater missionary good
before all the brethren
of the gospel nor for strictly for his utilitarian contributions
an extra income, his navigational prowess on the seas
his gregariousness among the gentiles
his sleight of hand in the town square when bartering
nor his growth in the faith that will indubitably boost morale as proof
of God’s sentimental deference to us and meticulousness
in matters of our encouragement, and proof of our fruit borne
preaching
he must come because of Elijah on Mount Carmel
beset by 450 prophets of Baal wondering if the God in Israel
is titular only, sneering
at the suggestion that one man with an altar saturated
many, many
many times over with buckets of water could call down
fire down from heaven
and burn a contradiction
a sheer and unlikely paradox fire on water, raging
because of Moses incensed at the bottom of Mount Sinai and the
ten commandments on stone tablets
which he shattered at its base running full of determination
toward a giant golden calf and fools dancing
that conjured up his revulsion of slavery in Egypt
madness in his eyes possessed
with conviction that the reprobate and iniquitous
henceforth
would have to drink their sins to the full – no matter
the bitterness or poison suffered
before they enjoyed them and jeopardized the promised land
God gave them
Paul....
John Mark is the watered down sacrifice
that Elijah burned despite the lunacy that was perceived by all
because God’s fire of love burns for all
even those whom exhaust all energy trying to spurn it
and his abandonment of us in Pamphylia, just like all men's sin
before the cross of Christ
is the shattered stone tablets that Moses left behind
because a greater evil was at hand -
the demise of our faith (analogous to today) before it could be fully
proclaimed and salvation realized; think to yourself:
John Mark was you killing Jews unjustly
and me, unsympathetic to the message of Peter before you came
he is not what he once was. He must come
please
because our putting this in the past is a sign to the world
that God does the impossible miraculously
ushering in a new heaven and a new earth
shattering the old with the paradigm:
justice dies before mercy does




-----Acts 15:30-41
So when they were sent off, they came to Antioch; and when they had gathered the multitude together, they delivered the letter. When they had read it, they rejoiced over its encouragement. Now Judas and Silas, themselves being prophets also, exhorted and strengthened the brethren with many words. And after they had stayed there for a time, they were sent back with greetings from the brethren to the apostles. However, it seemed good to Silas to remain there. Paul and Barnabas also remained in Antioch, teaching and preaching the word of the Lord, with many others also. Then after some days Paul said to Barnabas, "Let us now go back and visit our brethren in every city where we have preached the word of the Lord, and see how they are doing." Now Barnabas was determined to take with them John called Mark. But Paul insisted that they should not take with them the one who had departed from them in Pamphylia, and had not gone with them to the work. Then the contention became so sharp that they parted from one another. And so Barnabas took Mark and sailed to Cyprus; but Paul chose Silas and departed, being commended by the brethren to the grace of God. And he went through Syria and Cilicia, strengthening the churches

Recoupable Injustice

[John 18:19-24]
The high priest then asked Jesus about His disciples and His doctrine. Jesus answered him, "I spoke openly to the world. I always taught in synagogues and in the temple, where the Jews always meet, and in secret I have said nothing. Why do you ask Me? Ask those who have heard Me what I said to them. Indeed they know what I said." And when He had said these things, one of the officers who stood by struck Jesus with the palm of his hand, saying, "Do You answer the high priest like that?" Jesus answered him, "If I have spoken evil, bear witness of the evil; but if well, why do you strike Me?" Then Annas sent Him bound to Caiaphas the high priest


-------------/Recoupable Injustice; The Thoughts Of The Officer Who Struck Jesus On Jesus’ Cruel Death


Its funny, sometimes you find yourself gazing at your reflection
Illumined
by the full moon in the same river you grew up as a child swimming
in, without a care in the world and without an ambition to spare
in your heart. But now you spit at the image you used to kneel before
full of wonder, giggling as you made
a poking transformation of yourself into concentric circles
if only you knew then, or that someone would have imparted
this knowledge before the present, that
some people, tragically are fated to be misunderstood
very often gusto or reinforced confidence, is mistranslated
or falsely transcribed as haughty pomp, or disdainful arrogance
and as quick as a flash
though well groomed, soft spoken and generally respectable
they become detestable, and your seething hatred becomes very
very
granular. their breathing, grotesque. Speech, repugnant
the manner in which they stroke their hair, gut wrenching
and from within a groundswell of righteous anger
justifiable, and hopefully within the eyes of Caiaphas laudable
bursts forth
I hate you for who you are, for what you represent
you nigger full of nigger lies
then after he is gone, long after his is crucified
and the throngs of bloodthirsty savages (much like yourself
you muse in retrospect) plod off to the next supercilious
thrill they conjure up
you are cut to the quick and struggle with lack of sleep
over the prospect that the growing murmurs from the towns
are true: an innocent man was just put to death
(a heinous scumbag set free in his stead)
that the earthquake was just a portent
of worse things to come....
that's analogous to what mom used to say
baby, if you don’t cease misbehaving you will corrupt
your will. and now you realize
how prescient she was, and that
you were really punching yourself when you hit that man
and your fears
and disgust for all the opportunities in life squandered
that this man would never, could never be acquainted or commiserate with
jealous
that he lived fully and realized his purpose with a recalcitrant conviction
at some point in the timeline of your life you
lost the ability to dream of
a future high priest or prominent Pharisee
forever relegated to sad and pitiable
officer of the court, afflicted daily
with regret and misgivings

Emma Watson, Kiss Me Before A Horse Of Fire Parts Us Asunder - PLEASE!

Okay, man, I know Im supposed to be enumerating all the reasons love sux rite? But then I came across some pictures of Emma Watson, and watched her Harry Potter joints and Im like "NAH SON, LOVE AINT SO BAD IF I CAN GET WIT A SUPERCHICK LIKE DAT!!!" I think I believe in love after all, Emma. Wit YO FINE SELF!!!!

-----------------/Love Is Gonna Be Alright Pt 1: Emma Watson, Kiss Me Before A Horse Of Fire Parts Us Asunder - PLEASE!


Emma I will not tarry
and I will not wait at the other side of the Jordan River
of fate and the probabilistic assessment that perhaps
in the afterlife of all of our romantic conquests
when youre married, and I still alone aggrieved whispering
to the night wind as a familiar journeyman in autumn
how much I still need you that you wont even remember my name
when he carries to you my words
as love liveth and your soul liveth, I swear I will not leave
my aspirations of marrying you
and I take fifty reasons, like stout men devoutly inclining their ears
to my tutelage with me as witnesses (which for the sake of brevity
I can not reveal all) of my utter worthlessness without you –
the most prominent of which include: you are remarkably beautiful,
you have an engaging smile
you have an indisputable knack for pulling of the right lines at the appropriate
times, you have the most enchanting eyes....
but I swear I leave all my reasoning at the rivers ledge
when Im in your presence
because none of that matters when you smite the waters of
the impossibility of us being together with your celebrated mantle of
charm, and impeccable fashion sense;
its power makes all of our detractors –
the paparazzi, uptight bourgeoisie who insist upon classism,
your male fans who would terrorize me upon revelation
of our monogamous relations
stand hither and thither, as we insouciantly,
proudly and defiantly walk past them hand in hand on
the dry ground of our commitment to each other
staring at each other teasingly.....but I know this moment
cant possibly last forever (with your hectic schedule and my....well..er)
but before you leave, baby
for your next movie (now that Harry Potter is done) I make one request:
give me a double portion of your incapacitating kisses
ecstatic
before my soul realizes the total emotional weight
that falling in love with you has taken and
in a rush of sentimentality I swoon before a chariot of the fire
of my dreams come true,
you entrusting your heart to me, and mine to you
and horses of fire of the necessary lovers' absence
part both of us asunder;
and you leave by a whirlwind into heaven
of my heart's unbounded joy

(and I stare into the air, crying and drooling at the same time)

OOOHHH! OOOOOOH EMMA! PLEASE BABY PLEASE BABY PLEASE YOU SO FINE YOU SO FINE YOU BLOW MY MIND! I LOVE THE SHORT HAIR BABY, YOU ARE SO DARING! YOU FASHIONISTA YOU!!!!! COME TO THE HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF TONY'S LOVE.....I will slay the Voldemort of your doubts! Come date me! E-mail me @thejesusmetaphor@yahoo.com!!! WOO HOOO! LOVE IS GONNA BE ALRIGHT!!!!

2 Kings 2:6-11
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And Elijah said unto him, Tarry, I pray thee, here; for the LORD hath sent me to Jordan. And he said, As the LORD liveth, and as thy soul liveth, I will not leave thee. And they two went on. And fifty men of the sons of the prophets went, and stood to view afar off: and they two stood by Jordan. And Elijah took his mantle, and wrapped it together, and smote the waters, and they were divided hither and thither, so that they two went over on dry ground. And it came to pass, when they were gone over, that Elijah said unto Elisha, Ask what I shall do for thee, before I be taken away from thee. And Elisha said, I pray thee, let a double portion of thy spirit be upon me. And he said, Thou hast asked a hard thing: nevertheless, if thou see me when I am taken from thee, it shall be so unto thee; but if not, it shall not be so. And it came to pass, as they still went on, and talked, that, behold, there appeared a chariot of fire, and horses of fire, and parted them both asunder; and Elijah went up by a whirlwind into heaven.

LOve is Dead Pt 3: The Census "Hi Tony" Greeting of My Three Deaths

"This system, this enterprise called love is intrinsically flawed; We were never meant to win, a girl never meant to completely satisfy the heart, romance never meant to set the heart aflutter the way the sunset refracts its glow off the dark side of a mountain, or a rainbow passes through clouds but never parts them, or shade and tree limbs swaying in the cool winds that provide a sanctuary in the midst of a sweltering summer haze. If it is peace you seek after and solace for your pains, run away from love and away from girls for these are only the gateways for the realizations of your worst fears suddenly set upon you - unfamiliar with any semblance of mercy. I fell in love with a girl once, and she told me that she was glad she was dating me since our relationship made it easier for her to discern what she didn’t want in her husband. Contrarily, our relationship was my lifeblood, my soul’s breath. Another example then: I liked this girl right (blonde, beautiful, buxom), and completely gratuitously she said my love poems about her (not to her) were a form of harassment and basically set out on a path to destroy me, proving to be very injurious indeed. Another example: I asked this girl out to lunch thrice, every instance of which she spurned, though after 3 months of silence and absence when she happens to run into me, smiles and speaks to me as though the lopsided transaction of the emotions that occurred between us was nothing out of the ordinary and happily traipses off, not even once addressing my unfulfilled longings. We were not meant to win, let me reiterate. This is not an expose of the fickleness of women, no, this is an indictment on love – how many women have had men exhibit similar actions? Give up on this thing called love, people, and be miserable like me – forever hoping for someone who doesn;t exist, though now fully enlightened to this fact!"

What can I say about this one, except that this pretty girlie called out my name once at a gathering specifically seeking after to me to greet me, then held a lively 15 minute dialogue with me on our next speaking occasion, only to play brazenly, defiantly coy when I tried to pursue her for conversation at our next (and possibly last) encounter. She tersely informed me she was moving away for a while and would be back later in the year, and was completely disinterested in maintaining any ties between us during her absence from the DC area. My thing is, why bother smiling and seeking my company, stirring up this wellspring, this geyser of emotion if all you do is walk off? No one coerced you into calling out “Hi Tony!” Love is dead yall! Proclaim it with me, yall! Clap, clap yo hands! UHNNNN>>>> Love is SO dead right now, it was so 2009!


---------------/LOve is Dead Pt 3: Bi*****k* The Census Of My Three Deaths


[Bi*****k*, you the King of my heart, Judah
ruling from the throne of irresistible charm with your dark features
holding the scepter of wisdom on how to make men's knees weak]

The devil stirred inside of you....irrationality
imploring you – test Tony's resolve
"go, number Israel and Judah" and determine the length of time
necessary to bring about his fall, break
his spirit
emotion
will by setting up a beguiling yet bogus dichotomy
does she love me/does she love me not
simply by calling his name and beckoning his presence forth even though
in doing so you effectively exploit his entire self
and test, and quantify, before all who know him
the depth and substance of his ability to love genuinely first
in Aroer, on the right side of the town
which is in the midst of the ravine of Gad,
the vulnerable part of his personality that triggers depression
the ravine of his rapacious raving for romance
and toward Jazer, the desperate aspect of his character pining for acceptance
and the kiss and embrace from someone who loves him for who he is
(preferably a hot woman like you)
Then in Gilead, the lustful side of his moral constitution hanging by a thread
and to the land of Tahtim Hodshi;
the vault in his psyche housing his trust in women, and their truthfulness
then in Dan Jaan and around to Sidon:
the portion of his intellect devoted to his objective belief
in goodness and sincerity
and ultimately to the stronghold of Tyre,
the component of his joy that heralds the virtues of marriage
and the sacredness of staying faithful
to all the cities of the Hivites and the Canaanites: those constituent pieces of his courage that urge conviction to always do the right thing,
and the protective instinct for protecting family.
lastly as far as Beersheba,
the haven of his fantasies and dreams for the destiny
his life will one day realize, now spilling over with expectations for you

all for the sake of your flightiness and perfunctory wiles
whole peoples, whole towns of my composite personhood
made to withstand the humiliation of your census – of wondering
"how are you doing Tony?"
...when in actuality really not caring at all

But why? You awakened a maelstrom of fears, joys, insecurities and hopes
that were best left unstirred,
or at least left to my naivete until the proper time
for the proper woman –
I started to fall for you – [I wanted you SO BADLY]
brag to the men in my small group, extolling your accolades
You have sinned greatly in what you have done;
but now, I pray, O Bi*****K*, take away the iniquity of
the pain you have caused your servant, for I have done very foolishly.
believing in love, believing in you, believing in us. You left me all alone
after smiling at me and soliciting my interest you walked away
until next year you
cruelly
gave me three choices on how to cope while youre gone
the crushing blow to my confidence of your rejection
Shall seven years of famine of hope come to me in my spirit?
Shall I never smile
Or shall I flee three months before my enemies of fear, depression
and meaninglessness, while they pursue me?
Or shall there be three days' plague in my soul? In which I don't eat,
or sleep or drink only cry
sulking silently and saying sad soliloquies out loud sharing shame

You gave me three choices when you spoke to me
and those choices were to die

please let me fall into the hands of the plague of soul,
in three days large swaths of myself will die and never return
but whatever you do
do not let me fall into the hand of man
into your hands of failed romance ever again



-----------2 Samuel 24:1-17
Again the anger of the LORD was aroused against Israel, and He moved David against them to say, "Go, number Israel and Judah." So the king said to Joab the commander of the army who was with him, "Now go throughout all the tribes of Israel, from Dan to Beersheba, and count the people, that I may know the number of the people." And Joab said to the king, "Now may the LORD your God add to the people a hundred times more than there are, and may the eyes of my lord the king see it. But why does my lord the king desire this thing?" Nevertheless the king's word prevailed against Joab and against the captains of the army. Therefore Joab and the captains of the army went out from the presence of the king to count the people of Israel. And they crossed over the Jordan and camped in Aroer, on the right side of the town which is in the midst of the ravine of Gad, and toward Jazer. Then they came to Gilead and to the land of Tahtim Hodshi; they came to Dan Jaan and around to Sidon; and they came to the stronghold of Tyre and to all the cities of the Hivites and the Canaanites. Then they went out to South Judah as far as Beersheba. So when they had gone through all the land, they came to Jerusalem at the end of nine months and twenty days. Then Joab gave the sum of the number of the people to the king. And there were in Israel eight hundred thousand valiant men who drew the sword, and the men of Judah were five hundred thousand men. And David's heart condemned him after he had numbered the people. So David said to the LORD, "I have sinned greatly in what I have done; but now, I pray, O LORD, take away the iniquity of Your servant, for I have done very foolishly." Now when David arose in the morning, the word of the LORD came to the prophet Gad, David's seer, saying, "Go and tell David, 'Thus says the LORD: "I offer you three things; choose one of them for yourself, that I may do it to you."'" So Gad came to David and told him; and he said to him, “Shall seven years of famine come to you in your land? Or shall you flee three months before your enemies, while they pursue you? Or shall there be three days’ plague in your land? Now consider and see what answer I should take back to Him who sent me." And David said to Gad, "I am in great distress. Please let us fall into the hand of the LORD, for His mercies are great; but do not let me fall into the hand of man." So the LORD sent a plague upon Israel from the morning till the appointed time. From Dan to Beersheba seventy thousand men of the people died. And when the angel stretched out His hand over Jerusalem to destroy it, the LORD relented from the destruction, and said to the angel who was destroying the people, “It is enough; now restrain your hand.” And the angel of the LORD was by the threshing floor of Araunah the Jebusite. Then David spoke to the LORD when he saw the angel who was striking the people, and said, "Surely I have sinned, and I have done wickedly; but these sheep, what have they done? Let Your hand, I pray, be against me and against my father's house."

LOve Is Dead Pt 2; My Snake Bitten Washington National's Game Is Eve's Curse

"This system, this enterprise called love is intrinsically flawed; We were never meant to win, a girl never meant to completely satisfy the heart, romance never meant to set the heart aflutter the way the sunset refracts its glow off the dark side of a mountain, or a rainbow passes through clouds but never parts them, or shade and tree limbs swaying in the cool winds that provide a sanctuary in the midst of a sweltering summer haze. If it is peace you seek after and solace for your pains, run away from love and away from girls for these are only the gateways for the realizations of your worst fears suddenly set upon you - unfamiliar with any semblance of mercy. I fell in love with a girl once, and she told me that she was glad she was dating me since our relationship made it easier for her to discern what she didn’t want in her husband. Contrarily, our relationship was my lifeblood, my soul’s breath. Another example then: I liked this girl right (blonde, beautiful, buxom), and completely gratuitously she said my love poems about her (not to her) were a form of harassment and basically set out on a path to destroy me, proving to be very injurious indeed. Another example: I asked this girl out to lunch thrice, every instance of which she spurned, though after 3 months of silence and absence when she happens to run into me, smiles and speaks to me as though the lopsided transaction of the emotions that occurred between us was nothing out of the ordinary and happily traipses off, not even once addressing my unfulfilled longings. We were not meant to win, let me reiterate. This is not an expose of the fickleness of women, no, this is an indictment on love – how many women have had men exhibit similar actions? Give up on this thing called love, people, and be miserable like me – forever hoping for someone who doesn’t exist, though now fully enlightened to this fact!"

Yo, yo yoooooooo! So son, I was at the Nats game da otha nite right? And good lawdy-do, I swear I done saw the finest girl a few rows ahead of me! She had this sort of jean shorts/overall combo ensemble, with a black halter top underneath right? So, so, as the game wore on and my resistance to her beauty became more tenuous I happened to get caught awestruck on the verge of drooling, her eyes directly meeting mine! And she didn’t roll her eyes in disdain in the ensuing moments!!! GOOD-LAWDY!!! So I fell in love for a split second, until she left the park in the middle of the 9th inning, again making eye contact as she walked past my row to the nearest stadium exit! Oh how bittersweet! “Parting is such bitter sweet sorrow that I should say good-night until it be `morrow’” WHY OH WHY AM I SO ODIOUS IN THE EYES OF FATE TO HAVE CHEMISTRY WITH AN EPHEMERAL (SUPER HOT) GIRL??? LOVE IS DEAD! L-L—LOVE IS DEAD!


-------/Nats' Girl, Im Snake bitten, Knowing You Is Knowing Eve's Curse


A chilling gust of wind (of hopelessness)
invading
a sweltering humid July night – baseballs pitched
in paradise: numinous
because I always presumed lovers to be antithetical
to sport, no one wins and no one loses it just is
a state of being. Being Eden
but the contrast just serves to accentuate the splendor of
what my emotions for you will never be:
a strike, a hapless team, cheap beer and overpriced hotdogs
and out of the ground of destiny Love gathered together
(at the bottom of the eighth inning)
a clump of mud and breathed
A-dam, a man
and
seeing that man lonely and aimless it put me to sleep
momentarily as I bounced my eyes around the stadium spastically
looking for meaning, exuberance and inspiration
and those garish presidential mascots exuding buffoonery....
Suddenly I saw you and hastened to proclaim WOOAHHH-MAN!!!
This hottie in the overalls will be called woman, for she
makes my insides tingle as though she is the missing part of me
I didn't even know I was desperately searching for
Her rib is mine, my eyes hers, our bodies’ each others'
Intertwined (in my daydreams)
we sweetly stared savoring sacred and salacious
connotations – locked in a glance for the longest 3 seconds ever!
But the top of the ninth inning was Satan slithering shrewdly
suggesting you depart, that you eat fruit from a tree
of disingenuous knowledge – of good without me, of evil
ambitions to leave for the metro and never look back brushing off our
chemistry as incidental, or unsubstantiated – that you would just
as soon and easily find another empty, lonely forlorn man
waiting to give his heart away in earnest
....smacking Love in the face and wilting all the flowers in Eden
the leaves withering
the beasts and birds becoming more cynical,
carnivorous
– the land of our predestined piece of heavenly marital bliss
rocked to its very core
as you walked past, I stared blankly and apathetically ahead
oblivious to the Nationals getting crushed by the Marlins
(what else is new?)
trying to downplay the forfeiture of eternal life
mulling morosely mortality maddeningly
and like I said the July heat never felt so cold
when we gazed at each other you bruised the serpentine
saboteur's (of spurning special chances) head
but when you just off and left the stadium without frickin saying
anything to me, girl
he bruised your (and my) heel for which
I am now nursing

....and maybe forever



--Genesis 3:14-15---
So the LORD God said to the serpent:
"Because you have done this,
You are cursed more than all cattle,
And more than every beast of the field;
On your belly you shall go,
And you shall eat dust
All the days of your life.
And I will put enmity
Between you and the woman,
And between your seed and her Seed;
He shall bruise your head,
And you shall bruise His heel."