Friday, October 21, 2011

Eden Gained - ROUND TWO








/----------/ Acts Chronicles Chapter 15 (Pt2): Eden Gained: Paul's Response To Barnabas Regarding John Mark


It was a cold day in Eden my friend when Satan slyly slithered up the tree
of the knowledge of good and evil
promulgating predilections for a better life
promising that there is a secret place, peaceful
respite from an eternity of bland familiarity and barbaric naivete
repose for a raving roughshod soul ill at ease reclining in
the limitations of power, adherence to the command previously given
I can hear the melodic massage of titillation in his voice
and almost feel the creeping consternation with Eve's complaceny
and Adam's silence
but even more palpable to me is God's gloom
and the stinging searing finality of singeing flames scorching
leaves and shrubs, scattering salamanders and seagulls
by two archangels righteous indignation in their eyes
disdain on their furrowed brows
the burning sword of God's wrath drawn above their heads
poised to strike against willful disobedience
recalcitrance
against any man who puts his hand on the plow and dares
look back
or yet worse, lets his hands fall completely
and abandons us not to be heard from again for months!

leaving unfinished the preaching of the Gospel of Hope entrusted to us
it was for sin like this, biting the fruit of convenience and
psychological sloth
that I became blind, lead around hapless like a filfthy mule
licking dust off the ground
only the sweet balm of the message of Christ crucified again allowed me to see
the narrow path
and comprehend this
steep ascent of preaching is not for the called but for the chosen; the fate
of our very world hangs in the balance
and to this Hope I steadfastly cleave always
whispers in John Mark's ear suggesting selfishness over sacrifice
are echoes of this past we all do well failing to call to remembrance
losing the knowledge we gained thereof
though always mindful of the treacherous deception of the forked tongue
and coarse scales
thorns and thistles, unbearable pain in childbearing
smoke rising
from reprobate fickleness, duplicity, and disingenuous commitment
lukewarmness is the hand that will cast our body of the Gospel into sin
cut him off, and cast him off Barnabas
(I mean it)
lest we all burn
and lose Eden a second time





--------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

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Inchoate ramblings continued

Me: stop. You are a disjointed babbling mess. You know what to do, this is frustrating. just do the right thing, stop hurting people, stop sinning. Why do you keep doing things you clearly know are wrong? Listen to what the Holy Spirit is telling you. What is He saying?

Demoniac: .....I don't know. ....I can't hear him.

Me: ..........

(wind gusts blow our clothes away from our bodies...chaotically undulating)


2.

What motivates you to keep blogging it must be the most profound love of the art

No. It's hatred
I'm motivated by what I don't want to become and what I am trying to fight fiercely against

I don't understand

This is about retaliation

3.

when did you stop believing in love?

I never did.

But you keep getting hurt

We all do. True love will be my sword to vanquish all the residual haunting memories of even the most vicious of girls. And my safeguard against despair buttress against cynicism

........

She will be my resurrection

4.

I sleep with a (plastic) skull on the bookshelf behind my bed

I want to light candles every night and dwell on death - like in ecclesiastes
A reminder to live
Who knows the regrets that person still retains
Today
He once treaded the path I currently walk, a single young adult - I sleep beside his hollow memories
I want my skull to be
A relic not a keepsake



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Bring The Cloak (Chill of Fake People)





huh? Huh Brian, Carlton, Matt, Charles, John? Sean? Not to mention the innumerable girls who have impaled my heart for sport. (J, K, J, M, K, SS, O) I offered you my friendship, my sincerity in earnest, perhaps my heart.... an.d...in return you conspire to do me harm! Fake friends, devious, diabolical enemies! Alexander the Coppersmith!

Huh Michelle and Jill? I publicly chastise you for your cruelty! Im tired of being maligned, mocked and masticated publicly. I loathe your jealousy, your tyranny will reap you a copious diseased harvest - you only corrupt yourself and your own conscience when you aim your words and your attacks at the defenseless, the innocent.

St. Paul, pray for me my dude. I feelz you and I commiserate with your pain. I admire you for taking it on the chin, and perservering despite others trying to tear you down emotionally. You were more stalwart and steadfast than any imagine. You endured all of your adversities with dignity.

What have I ever done wrong to you fake people?

Lets do this St Paul! I know you see me writing this blog son! Take me back to the first century son! WOOOAAAHH duuude....awesome. From Jesus' time to my time- IN NO TIME! UHHNNNNNN!

GET DA WATER NINJA!



--------------/Bring the Cloak: St. Paul's Thoughts On Alexander The Coppersmith


The sun has set long ago on the hearth of
cordiality
....I distinctly remember shaking your hand
balmy
an artwork of symmetry – we reciprocating smiles
ear to ear
thick and gracious humidity;
you used to pat me on the back
your giggling daughter sat on my lap during Passover
in the synagogue - summer
but treachery often leads the charge of coup d’états
of premature changes of seasons and
your jealousy (of my calling, my vocation, my passion?)
escorted a brief chill
in the air of our relationship, and when I speak
instead of smooth serenading I intend to convey
you hear clumsy clattering chatter
frustratingly frigid –to you
and your anger so cold, so callous is like the void
of all warmth in the world
each of your slights is like snowflakes falling
in front of the luminous full moon
shivering
wondering where all this antipathy originating and if it
merited this disproportionate obstructionism
whenever I proclaim the gospel you make my words ice
to the audience I leave behind
interposing with insidious half truths and alternately
flat out lies
when I downplay circumcision you blow the trumpet
chapped lips
heralding its virtue like a blizzard blanketing
any remembrance of the wisdom I yearned to plant
on the soil of hearts (now too dry and brittle to bear fruit)
I expound on the equity between God the Father and God the Son
you in turn promulgate dichotomous distinctions between the two
hateful hypothermia. My hardy hope
is that you come to an awareness of your devious ways
before the time. frozen
when I sleep
I sometimes think about the summer of our accord, and our oneness
longing for fireplaces of our former familiarity
winter



"When you come, bring the cloak that I left with Carpus at Troas, and my scrolls, especially the parchments"


------2 Timothy 4:10-17
for Demas, because he loved this world, has deserted me and has gone to Thessalonica. Crescens has gone to Galatia, and Titus to Dalmatia. Only Luke is with me. Get Mark and bring him with you, because he is helpful to me in my ministry. I sent Tychicus to Ephesus. When you come, bring the cloak that I left with Carpus at Troas, and my scrolls, especially the parchments. Alexander the metalworker did me a great deal of harm. The Lord will repay him for what he has done. You too should be on your guard against him, because he strongly opposed our message. At my first defense, no one came to my support, but everyone deserted me. May it not be held against them. But the Lord stood at my side and gave me strength, so that through me the message might be fully proclaimed and all the Gentiles might hear it. And I was delivered from the lion’s mouth.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Heaven and Hell Mindlessly



http://www.templeilluminatus.com/photo/jesus-satan-kissing
photo by AARON DAMIEN FROST

*dedicated to Alesana, Hand in Hand With the Damned
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D5nv-xrkF48

St. Teresa of Avila, pray for me.

Lets do this



------------------/Heaven and Hell Mindlessly; Satan's Words to Jesus on the High Place


Jean-Michel Basquiat
paintings, girls with blonde hair, blue eyes
thick legs fawning
poems from the Tang dynasty
sweeping rolling hillsides in France – cathedrals of Charlemagne
candles lit, serenity of summer swooshing breezes
flattering your fantasies inside
the marvels of the British maritime fleet
poised to strike beneath the moon
the majesty of power, military mastery
technological advancements of the twenty first century
exploding comforts, medical evolutions
international trade, exquisite food from one end
of the sky to the other effortlessly served (not hunted)
insulated doors in winter, warmth for your worn sandals;
scabbed feet
expeditious travel, bounteous leisure
riverboat on the nile gazing (I can restore the past too)
at the pyramids of Giza exhaling
-with Mary Magdalene and your eventual child-
close your eyes
envision this desert landscape to be your destination
of choice, and entertain any and all fancies
forbidden
by your austere "god" delusion, your impracticalities
spread your arms – they are wings calling you to grasp
the next gust and abdicate all anxiety
abolish all fears, free yourself from this feint of fasting
eat
drink
be merry
why go through the tedious trouble
save none but yourself, because rest soundly in knowing
all else would do the same
the only hell is the hollows of our harried minds
that harass our pursuits of pleasure – the only
plausible peace
cause in this world there is no sacrifice, substitute
redemptive restoration of a "fallen" mankind
no sons of gods
only present existence and the stubborn seeking
of satiation of slaking our sympathies for sexiness
hell is the absence of hedonism, heaven
seduction


(bow down and serve me)




----------------Luke 4:1-13
Jesus, full of the Holy Spirit, left the Jordan and was led by the Spirit into the wilderness, where for forty days he was tempted by the devil. He ate nothing during those days, and at the end of them he was hungry. The devil said to him, "If you are the Son of God, tell this stone to become bread." Jesus answered, "It is written: ‘Man shall not live on bread alone.'" The devil led him up to a high place and showed him in an instant all the kingdoms of the world. And he said to him, "I will give you all their authority and splendor; it has been given to me, and I can give it to anyone I want to. If you worship me, it will all be yours." Jesus answered, "It is written: 'Worship the Lord your God and serve him only.'" The devil led him to Jerusalem and had him stand on the highest point of the temple. "If you are the Son of God," he said, “throw yourself down from here. For it is written:
"'He will command his angels concerning you
to guard you carefully;
they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.'"
Jesus answered, "It is said: 'Do not put the Lord your God to the test.'" When the devil had finished all this tempting, he left him until an opportune time.


---Hand in Hand with the Damned Lyrics ----

I don't trust myself
I'm trapped drowning in despair, I'm poisonous
I slammed the door and locked it shut and now disaster
plagues my thoughts
Let's drink to the dead, "cheers to what's ahead"
I'm poisonous

Sweet temptress, I can see it in your eyes
You're moving on without me
So it ends tonight, I guess this is goodbye
Selfishly you say you're better off without me
And it ends tonight...well baby save your breath

Won't you please have mercy?
Before you push me away let me try to change your mind
Oh wanderer,
If you think this is fun, just you wait till I'm done!

Blessed fortune screams,
"Why have you forsaken me?" there's no escape
I never should have lost my way
And now I'm stranded out at sea chasing a lie?
There's no escape, I'm losing the sky

Sweet temptress, I can see it in your eyes
You're moving on without me
So it ends tonight, I guess this is goodbye
Selfishly you say you're better off without me
And it ends tonight...well baby save your breath

Imprisoned soul seized in a chamber of feculent horror
Suffer all you must but suffer silently
Still your cursed tongue, stay your blighted abandon
In your eternal death you hunger for rotten mire
For in your mortal life it was this which was your gift
to man
Prepare to walk hand in hand with the damned

God can't help you and angels won't save you
Your unrequited prayers will be the bane of your
existence
Prepare to walk hand in hand with the damned

I am poisonous
Is there a way for me to say that you should stay?
I need to know you'll miss me when I'm gone
I'll cherish you until the day I die, a twisted way to
make you mine

I can see it in your eyes, you're moving on without me
So it ends tonight, I guess this is goodbye
Selfishly you say you're better off without me
And it end tonight...well baby save your breath

Won't you please have mercy?
Before you push away let me try to change your mind
Oh wanderer, if you think this is fun, just you wait
till i am done!

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Hope Solo, Dangit Girl I ONLY GOTZ ONE JAR!!! (Help)





MMM, MMMM, MMMMMM! Yall cats KNOW - Hope Solo is the fairest of them ALL! MMMM! Daaaanngg girlie, you cant stop all these soccer balls of affection Im kicking your way GIIIIRRRLLLL!



-----------------/Hope Solo, Help Me Pay My Steep Debt, Baby (Please)! [I only gotz one jar]


Hope, baby
romance was my husband, son of the prophet of sappy devotion
but now...he's dead, bereaved
by my prolonged singleness – his heart failed
but he did properly respect true amour (till the very end)
and now
Angst, that craven, avaricious creditor of jilted,
barren and spurned lost souls is come to take my two sons
ambition, and determination to marry (despite insurmountable odds)
to be bondsmen to pragmatism and morbid statistics
of those who are never smitten, and those who never kiss well
…and if I lose my boys, I will have to forswear marriage forever
(and die a pathetic, paltry, pallid man)
becoming endlessly bitter and baleful
please, lend your beautiful ear to my plight
let my chance of being with you:
once just a pot of oil
become a cascading stream of hope, passion
that necessitates me running from town to town
villager to villager screaming:
"so sexy, so sexy, so pretty, so pretty, so lovely
the World cup and Dancing with the Stars star
is increasingly entertaining the likelihood she will be mine!"
grabbing empty vessels, the capacity of your love for me
of you holding hands with me beneath the full moon
staring in my eyes, my knees so weak
as I say to my sons
when the vessels are full : Bring me yet a vessel
until they say to me: there is not a vessel more
that Hope Solo cant adore you anymore than is possible
and I open my eyes with fingers crossed seeing
the oil stayed, that this relationship is real
and you being my girlfriend is the currency that will allow
my debt to be paid out with pots of promise
my sons free to grow and prosper, and us to have beautiful soccer playing
poetry blogging kids!


[MARRY ME HOPE SOLO, YOU ARE MY SOLO (LONE) HOPE OF EVER FINDING TRUE HAPPINESS, BABY!!! The jesusmetaphor needs you in his life! FO’ LIFE!!!! E-Mail me!!!]





---------2 Kings 4:1-7
Now there cried a certain woman of the wives of the sons of the prophets unto Elisha, saying, Thy servant my husband is dead; and thou knowest that thy servant did fear the LORD: and the creditor is come to take unto him my two sons to be bondmen. And Elisha said unto her, What shall I do for thee? tell me, what hast thou in the house? And she said, Thine handmaid hath not any thing in the house, save a pot of oil. Then he said, Go, borrow thee vessels abroad of all thy neighbours, even empty vessels; borrow not a few. And when thou art come in, thou shalt shut the door upon thee and upon thy sons, and shalt pour out into all those vessels, and thou shalt set aside that which is full. So she went from him, and shut the door upon her and upon her sons, who brought the vessels to her; and she poured out. And it came to pass, when the vessels were full, that she said unto her son, Bring me yet a vessel. And he said unto her, There is not a vessel more. And the oil stayed. Then she came and told the man of God. And he said, Go, sell the oil, and pay thy debt, and live thou and thy children of the rest.