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