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.
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