Angela Simmons (No Disrespect Rev Run), Loving You Is Like Heaven To The Third!

-------------/Angela Simmons, Loving You Is Like Heaven To The Third Power

Angela,
baby, I will brashly, bombastically boast
you are alluringly amazing
gazing at you is euphoric, gazing at you is
an altered state of consciousness I swear it feels like
seeking guidance on promulgating the gospel of my
undeserved singleness, like
prolonged prayer. for love. for romance. for a kiss.... it feels like
(dreaming)
I've loved you fourteen years, fortuitous
esoteric ecstasy
excitement, my heart palpitating like I was caught up to heaven
the consummation of my childhood creativity -
me with a hot babe reciprocal fervor, hugging silhouettes
safeguarded by the sunset (at our wedding) saving
the good wine - until I saw your picture on the internet and swooned
the wedding guests smile
dazzling with delight, my enthusiasm was up in the third strata
joy so palpable, somewhat skeptical sleuthing to see
if Im out the body dreaming, or in the body the physical plane
yet impervious to pain.
invincible (you make me feel)
My pervasive passion for your pulchritude is palpable
is Paradise
you and I walking hand in hand, petting exotic animals formerly
fierce now friendly, foisting a flower in your hair
flowing streams, bubbling natural fountains
you feeling my nervous pulse, laughing. then smooching me!
these voices
and my heart keeps telling me things about you
that cannot be told, which man may not utter
as they pertain to the future prophetic
predictions that you and I, and your dad as the parson
have yet to see.
Please love me baby, I promise to you that your companionship
your spending lots of money on me, acclaiming me as your new beau
wont contribute to my conceit. I harbor nothing but heavy humility
relative to us.
dont listen to those dissenters, the naysayers who say Im not worthy
the TMZ staff who would heckle me for being a low income leech
to your wealth. please baby understand me, I love you
I need you.
you rejecting me like a thorn in my side
a messenger of Satan to harass


--------/1 Corinthians 12:1-7
I must go on boasting. Though there is nothing to be gained by it, I will go on to visions and revelations of the Lord. I know a man in Christ who fourteen years ago was caught up to the third heaven-whether in the body or out of the body I do not know, God knows. And I know that this man was caught up into paradise-whether in the body or out of the body I do not know, God knows- and he heard things that cannot be told, which man may not utter. On behalf of this man I will boast, but on my own behalf I will not boast, except of my weaknesses. Though if I should wish to boast, I would not be a fool, for I would be speaking the truth. But I refrain from it, so that no one may think more of me than he sees in me or hears from me. So to keep me from becoming conceited because of the surpassing greatness of the revelations, a thorn was given me in the flesh, a messenger of Satan to harass me, to keep me from becoming conceited.

Her Name Is Marah, At Times Bitter But Always Sweet. (I Need Her)

Yo, this post is dedicated to a girlie who drives me absolutely nuts, in a positive fashion. Drives me up a wall, shes a synthesis of all admirable traits a guy could want: Christian, attractive, great personality, ..... (blank). There are times I quite literally fancy myself hugging her so tightly that I transfuse my soul into hers. Now if youve familiarized yourself with my blog at all recently, thats quite the accolade, since as is patently obvious I am indiscriminately girl crazy! Who knows, tomorrow I may do another post about Amanda Seyfried! MAN IS SHE SMOKIN!!! BUT I DIGRESS...Im working on that, but alas, it is my inveterate proclivity; But anyways, thats an entirely different blog post for another time. But yeah, this aforementioned girl is truly ineffable....I cant quite put my finger on it, but she is so tantalizing, so intriguing and so beguiling to me that I find myself staring at her pictures for hours in failed sessions aimed at figuring her out. I am constrained to say anything that might "out" her since I dont want to set myself up for imminent heart failure. Besides, this whole situation is fraught with so many obstacles (that I cant delve into) that I am leaving the door open for someone else to waltz in and steal my passions! But suffice it to say that this girl has me wrapped around her finger in the worst way...maybe she knows it, and maybe she knows I know she knows and that I have to disregard this information in order to maintain homeostasis. Anyway, this is to you - mystery girl, enigmatic girl, cuz sometimes you grate on my nerves too! - girl I dont know if I'm falling in love with or not!!! One things for sure - I aint bitter about loving you - OOPS!

--------/My Marah: Her Name is Bitter Enigma, But Her Essence, Her Affect Is So Sweet!

A slave I was
I remember bitter consternation at being jilted by women
as Egypt.
as ornery scorpions as bullies and saboteurs
chasing me on borders of pits of quicksand and as whips
cracking me into consciousness cutting clothes, chaffed
skin by the cantankerous sun charred - cruelly
because I was never allowed to sleep - anger's insomniac
but that all changed when you arrived son of Pharaoh
lineage of equivocating psychotics
but distinct, matchless somehow inimitable
your spunky personality, sundry other stuff stood out
your heavenly hips, your thick sexy legs
beckoned me to the Red Sea of endless possibility
my dreams of kissing you, having married sex with you
dared me to trust
in a liberation from aristocratic acerbic asinine arbitrary
applications of justice - girls reject me, then date guys who
chauvinistic, could care less
so I walked barefoot - spurning my sandals settling them
on sinister sands of a shameful city surmising
that as long as I was with you I would never
reengage the past
and the desert, this nebulous phase we then entered-
does she like me, because we keep complimenting each other
yet she aspires amity and amor alongside
guys we both know - was disastrously hot for my feet
disenfranchised
depressing
disinterest developed
getting thirsty again for love, for a woman captivating
more, elevating my endorphin levels more
so I complained after the three days (characterizing a crush)
infatuation, interest, inertia
we traversed that the water you now offered me
the substance of our semi-undefined relationship
was horrid
(that I wanted to wander off somewhere else with wild women)
but again you surprised shook my knees shoved me into
speechlessness
throwing the stick
of your charm, your sterling smile, a pic of you in a dress and heels
into the water of our relationship that soured
and spectacularly I submitted once again to you
you are my drug
you are my addiction
your sexiness, your seeking of the Lord on my behalf
your shepherding of my emotions (that knowing confidence)
made (and still makes) all taste
sweet




----------/
Exodus 15:23-25
And when they came to Marah, they could not drink of the waters of Marah, for they [were] bitter: therefore the name of it was called Marah. And the people murmured against Moses, saying, What shall we drink? And he cried unto the LORD; and the LORD shewed him a tree, [which] when he had cast into the waters, the waters were made sweet: there he made for them a statute and an ordinance, and there he proved them,

A Sackcloth Savior

Mary, My Virgin Mother, pray for me, always


For all those people who suffer from low self esteem. For all those people who feel no one will every marry or love them.


--------/Sackcloth Savior : The Gerasenes Pt. 1 - The Thoughts Of Legion

Of course I recognize the voices of demons
I hear and internalize them every night
they are
the howl of the wind the thunderclap in the torrential rains as
Im powerfully poured on and pilloried. me pitiable,
just above my head lightning pulverizes the ground
razes the tree before it
lying on my side, right cheek in the mud groaning, the growl and grimace
and barking of the wolf circling hair behind its neck erect
the scowl of the owl suspecting limitations
of my survival
they are self doubts, echoes of detrimental detractors divvying up
dreadful demeaning descriptions of my worth forever false
but it sticks
that no woman could ever love me, inordinately weird
too timid, too passive, too poor for a princess pleased only
by pampering, they say Im more Ahab than David
that my dad never loved me which is why he drew up divorce
deigned fatherhood frivolous
handing my mom a certificate of my abandonment
endlessly alone, her shivering sobs. my heart forever shattered
my adolescence carrying her pain sullen
it is this crippling illness that wont leave me
you see
these iron chains they affix to my wrists every week are not binding
(so I rip them away disgusted by the disregard)
prideful pharisaic pedagogues pedaling piercing philosophies
put them on me oblivious to pragmatism, that my pain
is only physical and playful
the chains that bind me are the harrowing hallucinations that
drive any man away from himself:
there is no hope, life is not worth living unwanted
or that I uniquely deserve whimsical torment. frustration
at life's perceived lack of fairness but these
foolish fiends dont understand
that tombs are a refuge for those who wish they were dead
that sharp stones are a precipitous portal to the netherworld
for those that cut their arms and legs
for those crying out for relief from afflictions, aggrieved
begging for help from the opposite side of the sea
from someone who understands
that a disheveled man squandering away all he has ever savored
ever held sacred - now scared and shaking all the time -
does not need sophistry or spectacular acts of suppression
to sate him
by a team of shallow men not strong with shackles
he needs a savior
who can stare into his soul and from the world suture
the slash marks left him as scars settle his shrilled screaming
savagery
someone to set him free (to love him and give him security
self esteem
so he can walk back home to restore his mother
from strained worrying and sustained shamefulness)
from the sabotage of Satan, from demons who tell him
sinisterly, that his fate is now nothing but
and will be nothing eternally save
sackcloth
and ashes




-----------Mark 5:1-10
They came to the other side of the sea, to the country of the Gerasenes. And when Jesus had stepped out of the boat, immediately there met him out of the tombs a man with an unclean spirit. He lived among the tombs. And no one could bind him anymore, not even with a chain, for he had often been bound with shackles and chains, but he wrenched the chains apart, and he broke the shackles in pieces. No one had the strength to subdue him. Night and day among the tombs and on the mountains he was always crying out and cutting himself with stones. And when he saw Jesus from afar, he ran and fell down before him. And crying out with a loud voice, he said, "What have you to do with me, Jesus, Son of the Most High God? I adjure you by God, do not torment me." For he was saying to him, "Come out of the man, you unclean spirit!" And Jesus asked him, "What is your name?" He replied, "My name is Legion, for we are many." And he begged him earnestly not to send them out of the country.

Pater Pornography, You Give Peace...(?)

St. Catherine of Siena, pray for me
Immaculate Heart of Mary, pray for me

Can we give up pornography? For 40 days, fast in the wilderness of chastity? Pornography, Pater, we do as you tell us. Your voice we hear, not the voice of Abraham, though we construe it as such. Pater Porn, you sustain us, outlet, idol. powerful men of God powerless without you in 2011. You reign.



---------/Pater Pornography (Jesus 'Masturbation' Christ Pt 2): The Jews' Retort At Jesus' Assertion They Are Not Children of Abraham

Do you know what it's like to kick up dust
on these Roman roads pederasty?
salacious stories of a sensualist's seduction of young boys
sordid sharing in the Senate among men of high rank
anal sex glorified in common parlance
Phallic statues in civic buildings temple sex
comely slave women roaming naked prostitutes; breathtaking
mascara, make-up
vivid eyeliner vivacious
(in the market, indiscreet in discreet locales, catching your eye
us
wandering from synagogue wondering what its like to live wayward
with them - a few hours even)
or see-through silk garments -embroidered in gold-
the full moon's mesmerizing magical musing: a beautiful woman
shades of the night sky, painted in whitish light blue a hue
of heavenly vision
nipple rings (plump) nail polish; notable nervousness
before them, nihilism is averting my gaze
silhouette of wide hips, waist slim
she stares I
submit to sex: oral
or fresh fantasies daring me in my dreams to enact so.
this chastity you espouse, monogamy, makes me churlish
my stomach churn Casear's
soldiers guffaw, gorging on their greatest most garish goals
at prudish Jews
Jewish women wishing
to emulate, even they are enticed everything egregious encroaches
upon us begging
us to abandon morality and the moral order you wish us to mimic
sustained self control, honor amidst times of ribald sexuality
treating women as sisters, to one wife holding whilst steadfastly
sacrificing intercourse for sport, your reasons specious
we eschew these....
ideals for practicality, for reasonable chances of success, for
liberty of the guilt of a pricking conscience
and your words poisonously precocious you prating
perilously ignorant and/or out of touch
out of touch, okay?
but we live it.
The elevated hedonism of the empire reigns
and its attendant notions of right and wrong
we were not born of sexual immorality but of a world uncompromising
in prurience
against which we hear your words,
but will not and cannot listen to what you say
feasibly

(Abraham amended)



-----------/
John 8:39-47
They answered him, "Abraham is our father." Jesus said to them, "If you were Abraham's children, you would be doing the works Abraham did, but now you seek to kill me, a man who has told you the truth that I heard from God. This is not what Abraham did. You are doing the works your father did." They said to him, "We were not born of sexual immorality. We have one Father-even God."
Jesus said to them, "If God were your Father, you would love me, for I came from God and I am here. I came not of my own accord, but he sent me. Why do you not understand what I say? It is because you cannot bear to hear my word. You are of your father the devil, and your will is to do your father's desires. He was a murderer from the beginning, and has nothing to do with the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he lies, he speaks out of his own character, for he is a liar and the father of lies. But because I tell the truth, you do not believe me. Which one of you convicts me of sin? If I tell the truth, why do you not believe me? Whoever is of God hears the words of God. The reason why you do not hear them is that you are not of God."

Matthew 5:19
For out of the heart come evil thoughts, murder, adultery, sexual immorality, theft, false witness, slander.

1 Corinthians 6:18
Flee from sexual immorality. Every other sin a person commits is outside the body, but the sexually immoral person sins against his own body.

1 Corinthians 6:9-10
Know ye not that the unrighteous shall not inherit the kingdom of God? Be not deceived: neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor abusers of themselves with mankind, [Nor thieves, nor covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners, shall inherit the kingdom of God.]

Matthew 5:27-29
"You have heard that it was said, 'You shall not commit adultery.' But I say to you that everyone who looks at a woman with lustful intent has already committed adultery with her in his heart. If your right eye causes you to sin, tear it out and throw it away. For it is better that you lose one of your members than that your whole body be thrown into hell.

Occupy Judea. Be Jaunty

When he had said these things, he cried out with a loud voice, "Lazarus, come out."

* dedicated to Silverstein, Smile In Your Sleep

YO, TO ALL YOU OPPRESSED, WORN DOWN PATHETIC PEOPLE WHO CONSIDER PUNCHING DEATH IN THE FACE POLEMICAL! IM TIRED OF YOUR WHIMPERING AND WHINING! DONT GIVE UP ON YOUR DREAMS, CHUMPS! BELIEVE AND HOPE IN ALL THINGS. IN MARRIAGE, IN MIRACULOUS PHYSICAL HEALINGS, IN FINANCIAL FABULOUSNESS! IN YOUR RELATIVES RECOVERING FROM MENTAL ILLNESS. IN A BUOY IN HARD TIMES. YOUVE BEEN SINGLE FOR 10 YEARS (LIKE ME)? SO WHAT! MARRIAGE AINT DEAD, BELIEVE...RAISE YOUR DREAMS TO LIFE, WEAK PUNKS! BE STRONG. PLEASE. FOR ME. OCCUPY YOUR DREAMS. FORGET THOSE TOP 1% OF DOUBTERS IN WORLDY PHILOSOPHY AND SOPHISTRY THAT COUNT YOU DOWN AND OUT! WE ARE THE 99% AND WE WILL OVERCOME, JUST BELIEVE!!!

**to all those who struggle, stop. stand up. believe.***



---------/THE LAZARUS CHRONICLES PT. 1. Be Jaunty Judea : Jesus' Thoughts For Lazarus Before Calling Him Forth

contented. dried blood stains
your cheeks
you smile in your sleep
resigned to death, inviting
rigor mortis, repelling resuscitation resolutely restive
repulsed at rescue, resilient and reclined
with no regrets
resigned to believe lies that permeate and placate
your consciousness that you failed that success for you
just a facade, (fallacious
reasoning that you were insignificant, and that'd never change)
brainwashed
that bandages are final barriers barricading you from possibility
(wrapped in ageism, racism, sexism, economic inequity
around your nose, mouth, hands, butt)
that wailing women outside your tomb waiting, have waylaid
your wants warring against you (gloating?)
wresting your greatest accomplishments from you and
whittling away your best memories supplanting with your worst -
ones you attempted in life but in death wane
willing your ambitions into white light (of heaven)
but the present moment - a wasteland
that a stone, its weight and enormity notwithstanding
silences you, shrouds suppresses
your standing in the world, and your importance to the world
limiting hope. before you slept
you were exuberant exuding joy it was effulgent an effusive
your sisters both attest to these things (and more), hence
their unabashed crying, chiding me for tarrying
"its too soon [for him] to die"
Judea
land of the prophets, land of kings David, Solomon, Hezekiah
expectant of a miracle, overzealous for military expansion and rule
come then, see a miracle a man
that will become an archetype for all mankind moreover
the message:
that with faith nothing is impossible
that I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me,
though he die, yet shall he live,
and everyone who lives and believes in me shall never die
it is never too late to dream, even though (seeming) death suggest
otherwise; amidst boulders, and mourners, and tightly wrapped skepticism
you are not what others slander you about, what they say
means nothing
believe in discontentment
believe that if you have aspirations before their fulfillment
they are never meant to die, only sleep. in unrestrained second chances
.....always......
in resurrection
in the face of all conceivable obstacles
especially


(LAZARUS COME FORTH!!!!)



----/
John 11:4, 11, 43 (above)
But when Jesus heard it he said, "This illness does not lead to death. It is for the glory of God, so that the Son of God may be glorified through it." After saying these things, he said to them, "Our friend Lazarus has fallen asleep, but I go to awaken him."

Tony, Death and Jesus Walk Into A (Baltimore) Bar!!!!

[The setting: Dusk. Late Fall, brisk air. A Saturday Night. A small row house style tavern, Ropewalk, couched in between another tavern and a quaint sports bar near downtown Baltimore's inner harbor entertainment district. A florescent-tube lit "Open" sign, alternately flashing blue and red, adjacent to the door affixed to the huge glass pane that introduces the bar to the denizens or tourists who pass by greets patrons as they walk in. The architectural aesthetics and the general signs of building wear suggest the tavern, and ultimately the neighborhood, to be about 100 years old, with minor upkeep and modernization done to address the needs of the rapid technological advancements of the consumer market within the last 10 years. Inside the one story tavern, five rounded wooden tables are ensconced in the center of the partially dusty wooden floor, with five chairs set around a table. Said tables are flanked on the left wall by four bench style "booth" tables, at the moment being utilized by college students from Towson University as indicated by their sweatshirts, and by the bar three feet removed the right wall. An array of wine set on wine racks, decorate the backdrop behind the bar. An outdated Baltimore Ravens Superbowl poster, Ray Lewis as the glorified focal point, hangs prominently above the wine rack. Seven stools hug the bar, three of them occupied by rowdy but relatively civil patrons. The bartender, a tall brutish, somewhat brusque man tempers any excessive rude behavior. The waitress, a twenty something (and judging by her expression and demeanor, emotionally torn) busty blonde feigns a smile as Tony, Jesus and Death walk in. She motions for them to sit at the leftmost round table, closest to the group of Towson students. After taking preliminary drink orders, she departs for the bar.]

Tony: Yo, so death, what the deal my dude? You know what Im saying? You got a kat like me up in this joint discontented as a mothafu....

[Jesus casts a warning glance at Tony]

Tony (nervously): ...as a mug! Nahmean? I mean, dawg, Im ready to watch UFC and we up in this joint with no TV son! What the dealie? I want to see Anderson Silva kick big mouth Sonnen all over the octagon, NAHMEAN!!!

[The college kids behind Tony begin bantering with him about the superiority of Sonnen over Silva, assiduously proclaiming that Silva's previous victory over him was dubious at best. After a few minutes both parties lose interest in conversation and return to their respective company]

Death: You dont have as much idle time* as you might think, dallying around in sportsbars your whole life, Tony

Tony (uneasy):.....whaaaat? C'mon son! SON! You cant be saying stuff like that SON! What he mean by dat Jesus? Wut he meen by datz? Am I gonna die tomorrow or something? awwww shiiiiiii....

[Tony grimaces as if preemptively reminded to watch his language and crude behavior in the presence of Jesus, chastising himself before being reprimanded]

Tony: ...shoot! I meant, I dont wanna die before I see the Redskins win the Superbowl in 2012! You gets my drift riiiiiggghhhht Je-zus! HAIL TO THE REDSKINS HAIL VICTORY BRAVES ON THE WARPATTTTHHH! FIGHT FOR ALL DC!! [Tony looks sheepishly around him, surveying the landscape in case someone tries to throw a bottle at him]

Jesus: Its not important that you know the exact day or hour of your death, only that you appreciate every day as though it were your last.

Tony (muttering): aint that some shi...shitake mushrooms, that is!

[The waitress comes over and informs the table that mushrooms are on short supply and extra fees would be incurred if they were ordered on burgers]

Death: We are here Tony to inform you of Jesus' pending death, at my hands of course!

[Tony stares quizzically at Jesus awaiting some retort]

Jesus: The Son of Man must be delivered up to death as an atoning sacrifice for he sins of mankind.

Tony (getting progressively angry): NAH SON!....NAH

Jesus (compassionately): This mus...

Tony (interrupting): NO, FUH- FUG NO! I AINT GONNA LET NO KAT ROLE UP ON MY HOMIE AND JUST TAKE HIM OUT! ...wait a minute, does this fool got some sort of magic shank, some gun with metaphysical ballistics that Im unaware of? I mean, how can someone kill you when you is God Almighty, son? What, this bamma gonna poison your food with un-holy manna???? You know, manna with left wing mustard!!?? [Tony laughs sarcastically as if baiting Jesus to scoff at the idea of him dying]

Jesus: I am fully human, remember this.

Tony (resolutely): BUT FULLY GOD! WHAT THE F- FLIP IS THIS? AM I THE ONLY ONE WITH SOME SENSE HERE??? JESUS H. CHRIST WILL NOT DIE OK? TOO MUCH HOPE RESTS ON YOUR ABIDING PRESENCE, DAWG! I NEED YOU AROUND SO YOU CAN FACILITATE MY MARRIAGE TO EITHER AMANDA SEYFRIED, EMMA WATSON, OR JORDIN SPARKS!

[Death stands up and reaches his arm toward Jesus. Tony instantaneously bolts out of his seat and prepares to smack death's hand to counteract his offensive maneuver towards Jesus.]

College frat boy from the booth (deeply concerned): DUUUDE! If you so much as graze the fingernail of death, calamity will surely ensue. Be judicious in this man, I dont want to see two of you guys drop dead! My conscience wont let me pick-up women tonight if more than one guy dies in front of me! Touching death means, pestilence, malady, fever, scurvy, aids, blindness, any other concomitant illness associated with degenerative life.

[Tony for a moment pauses and heeds this advice, oblivious to death's advances. Death grabs Jesus by the throat and slams him on the floor and walks out, Jesus lay limp on the ground. Relative pandemonium follows as patrons and the bar tender attempt to resuscitate him and then call Baltimore County Police].

[Sergeant Landsman walks in after some time]

Sergeant Landsman: Everything okay here???? Stringer Bell, you in here???

Gethsemane's Garden

Mother of Perpetual Help, pray for me

------------/Walking to Gethsemane's Garden - Pt 1. Death, Tony and Jesus Go To A Bar: The Thoughts Of Jesus On Dying Deplorably


We entertain false dichotomies death pitted against life
but really the essence of being is a battle between
passion and listlessness
growing and thriving over and against asphyxiation by thorns
blood shed in truth is fertile soil onto which
young hearts can grow and learn
and old withered souls disdain and jettison for lust and immediate sensuality
and so Pedagogy must teach the
maturation
of man entails a translation of paradigms
a forehead laden with twisted thorns goring
a back flayed with a whip fashioned with jagged rocks, glass
nails driven into hands, feet and a spear thrust in between ribs
grazing the spleen
is a coronation of a new kingdom
a suture for all the pain endured from countless generations beaten
by disease
and heartbreak calling out, pleading
for respite from rancid rampant radical wars and murders
is the inaugural font from which the hope and peace spring forth
pouring down the cross of cruelty and insistent immorality
I saw the moon, the stars, and the sun (from heaven,
before I was born on earth)
created resplendent and radiant dazzling
from the instant I beheld them with wisdom - my objective reality
realized
that there could never be turning back from righteousness and no
cowering in the face of adversity
because
temporal trials pale in comparison to beholding them
glorious unrestrained, unrestricted
there was a man once, who looked me in the eyes
begging for healing pining for peace from his affliction
I taught him that amelioration of wounds is fraught with more ills
unless attended by a rejuvenation of the soul
if this is to be my night
my trial before Pilate and his subsequent condemnation
my last breaths before destruction
my Mother's last moment to kiss my bloody face
before her acrimonious anguish, debilitating
please dont cry for me
celebrate
to me this heinous killing is
and has always been
eternal living



--------------/
John 12:24
Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.

2 Corinthians 5:21
For our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.

Galatians 3:13-14
Christ redeemed us from the curse of the law by becoming a curse for us-for it is written, "Cursed is everyone who is hanged on a tree"- so that in Christ Jesus the blessing of Abraham might come to the Gentiles, so that we might receive the promised Spirit through faith.

Epitaph

St. Paul, pray for me

----------/Epitaph - Acts Chronicles 17: The Thoughts of Paul Before Addressing the People at Athens

You dont know what its like to hear them cry
bodies convulsing from stab wounds
horse hoof imprints on their calves, crushed - crass
callously naive
not wanting to know the humanity of my victims scorned
as I shoved them from the precipice of life to ignimonious death
recollecting my thoughts over wine to deaden my conscience further
drowning out the doleful dirge
the prating priest at the processions in proximity, the funeral
pyre. attempts at
erasing the explicit encounters from my mind, every eye
every hyperventilating gasp
fists clenching what I thought at the time were idols
miniature crucifixes
memorablila of merriment, offsetting the perilous preying
persecution I haunted and hunted them with
it was manslaughter
it was a massacre
it was a masquerade, ultimately and I was mislead
I was intent on destroying the only representation of hope
those Christians had before death,
ripping these wooden momentos from lifeless bosoms
jealous and selfrighteous trying to purge the world of filth
(perceived)
when I was filthy
when I see idols I see martyrs I made, maimed so badly their
families have no fitting memory of anything they made
magnality
I just want to make things right
Once.... I remember a comely Jewish girl
a friend of my brother's.....
asking me
before I left Jerusalem again, hell bent on heinous havoc
on my horse
heart set on destroying followers of Jesus
what madness within me could possibly misconstrue
malice and murder as piety proper
she asked me about love, and memories I would form
and sleep with, bed companions for the rest of my life
so, you know now,
I cant ask alcohol or strong drink to assuage anymore acute pain
(a vow upon my conversion)
a thorn in my side
the only redemptive measure I can take
is to mourn before every idol I see, and make sure
I honor its owner

(giving grace and life rather than cruelty and excoriation)

(the Gospel of Christ to ensure eternal life, disproving
specious hurtful, hopeless philosophies. I will honor their lives
by giving them spiritual life, preventing death. no one will die at my hands
ever again)


------------/
Acts 17:16-20
Now while Paul was waiting for them at Athens, his spirit was provoked within him as he saw that the city was full of idols. So he reasoned in the synagogue with the Jews and the devout persons, and in the marketplace every day with those who happened to be there. Some of the Epicurean and Stoic philosophers also conversed with him. And some said, "What does this babbler wish to say?" Others said, "He seems to be a preacher of foreign divinities"-because he was preaching Jesus and the resurrection. And they took him and brought him to the Areopagus, saying, "May we know what this new teaching is that you are presenting? For you bring some strange things to our ears. We wish to know therefore what these things mean."

The Centurion's Cry

what-what!!?? Im celebrating Easter, dawg, in the Thanksgiving season, son! Yo, Yo, Im celebrating Lent @ Christmas and Christmas at Easter! What-What! Big up to my nig big Nietzsche, nahm saying? Dat bamma was right son (on Good Friday, at least)

Jesus, my Dude - TONIGHT U IZ DED SON! D-E-D DEAD!

How yall likes dem apples? - Read on!!!!
(dont worry I got Acts Chronicles and anecdotes about the babe who dissed me
coming up tomorrow!)

TONIGHT WE HONOR THE MIGHTY - FALLEN


When Jesus had received the sour wine, he said, "It is finished," and he bowed his head and gave up his spirit. (John 19:30)


[-A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.
-A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation.
-After coming into contact with a religious man I always feel I must wash my hands. - Nietzsche]

Ayo....son....Jesus is dead....and we (our sin) killed him. Madmen (and madwomen)

----------/Absence of Aspiration: The Centurion's Cry

sacrilegious silence
shameful. sad
sunlight shunned. sacredness sabotaged shrouded
satchels and sackcloth
saliva slithering
down his mouth
somber, stiff.
paraparesis. peaceful peripatetic pinned patronizing placard placed
above him
and the wind is bone chilling cold
and the void, the voices of insidious inner insecurity; an incredible
screed on sustained sinfulness
more palpable.
the earth quakes, the dead incensed so greatly they walk and moan
vultures circling not over the weak and waning wounded
but eyeing the healthy, the formidable and stout
disordered chaos - morass, bedlam
no one harbors hope anymore but harrowing horror
vacant eyes - all victims
sentenced to death and untimely demise with no salvation
to cling to in these darkened moments
blood willingly offered, goaded into a grave grotesquely
flagrant flogging foul dice rolled for his robe
gashing crown
the world, through this thick trenchant
blackness is blind
and predatory animals, lions, wolves, bears, walk the streets
out of sorts, unsure and unsteady
seated next to us trembling
Dropping the extra nails I have in my hand I drop
to my knees and embrace the dirt
bracing for annihilation, or newfound nihilism that will become
normative
scared, huddled next to other soldiers but feeling lost and alone
burly men, over six foot tall crying
murderers dont murder anymore and thieves dont steal and plunder
they have killed their own hearts
and stolen their own souls by their shudder-inducing shouts
"CRUCIFY HIM"
the moon has failed to rescue, all our refuges renege
on relief
Pilate's wife begging for mercy echoes in the tempest
a storm is brewing
the rain coarse like drops of blood
this is the absence of aspiration
this is God dying


(we killed him)

Nietzsche - THE MADMAN----


Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market place, and cried incessantly: "I seek God! I seek God!"---As many of those who did not believe in God were standing around just then, he provoked much laughter. Has he got lost? asked one. Did he lose his way like a child? asked another. Or is he hiding? Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? emigrated?---Thus they yelled and laughed

The madman jumped into their midst and pierced them with his eyes. "Whither is God?" he cried; "I will tell you. We have killed him---you and I. All of us are his murderers. But how did we do this? How could we drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What were we doing when we unchained this earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving? Away from all suns? Are we not plunging continually? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there still any up or down? Are we not straying, as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is not night continually closing in on us? Do we not need to light lanterns in the morning? Do we hear nothing as yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we smell nothing as yet of the divine decomposition? Gods, too, decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him.

"How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it? There has never been a greater deed; and whoever is born after us---for the sake of this deed he will belong to a higher history than all history hitherto."

Here the madman fell silent and looked again at his listeners; and they, too, were silent and stared at him in astonishment. At last he threw his lantern on the ground, and it broke into pieces and went out. "I have come too early," he said then; "my time is not yet. This tremendous event is still on its way, still wandering; it has not yet reached the ears of men. Lightning and thunder require time; the light of the stars requires time; deeds, though done, still require time to be seen and heard. This deed is still more distant from them than most distant stars---and yet they have done it themselves.

It has been related further that on the same day the madman forced his way into several churches and there struck up his requiem aeternam deo. Led out and called to account, he is said always to have replied nothing but: "What after all are these churches now if they are not the tombs and sepulchers of God?"


When the centurion and those who were with him, keeping watch over Jesus, saw the earthquake and what took place, they were filled with awe and said, "Truly this was the Son of God!" (Matthew 27:54)

Waiting

"These men are servants of the Most High God, who proclaim to you the way of salvation"


--------/Waiting: Acts Chronicles Chapter 16: The Thoughts of the Slave Girl With the Spirit Of Divination Upon Seeing Paul

Tormented darkness anger at
freedom restricted and my parents wrested from
my fragile arms traded
to another family in another province my provenance
now forever in doubt tears streaming down my cheeks
two years old, eleven years ago
tossing and turning in my sleep, seemingly yesterday
vivid imagery, proximate sounds of my two masters, former
and present bartering the worth of a baby girl's life ripped asunder
wages for a woman
laughing levity as the grave gravity sunk in my heart (deep):
a life likely lost now
indelible shrill of my mother, I swear I hear her in the thunder
my mother's voice forever sounds like thunder
my mother's voice forever sounds like thunder
and I cant sleep due to this recurring dream
spirit of hatred possess me
spirit of loathing possess me
spirit of manipulative malice possess me
hijack my subconscious shackle it away with this heinous pain
banish it to the bottomless pit of my soul saved for all things
forsaken
speak for me, shout lies and half truths to gullible crowds parched
for fulfillment seeking shallow waters of satisfaction
from a well, well run dry by now from her unremitting remorse.
mindless masses mired in misunderstanding and confusion
take your health for a price and a portent that the spirits within me
tell you, when the clouds cover the sun drink water contaminated
by cow dung
we will advise you in love, in real estate, in procurement
in religious sanctimony and seance for your relatives passed over
the River Styx - sinister riches for my unconscionable feckless master
sinister
(who barely feeds me)


but in the mornings, before this baneful baalism begins
and I beckon the spirits inside me forth
(and my master drags me from bed)
I harbor ambitions of freedom
beneath the sun, bathing in its beautiful rays
shrewdly subjugating those irascible inhabiting demons praying
for my old life back
for my father back
sobbing. for salvation
and these ears from my childhood perk up whenever they hear reminders
of my innocence insistent on
hope for restoration
for childhood resumed

[even if it annoys the entire waking world]


--------/Acts 16:16-24
As we were going to the place of prayer, we were met by a slave girl who had a spirit of divination and brought her owners much gain by fortune-telling.
She followed Paul and us, crying out, "These men are servants of the Most High God, who proclaim to you the way of salvation." And this she kept doing for many days. Paul, having become greatly annoyed, turned and said to the spirit, "I command you in the name of Jesus Christ to come out of her." And it came out that very hour. But when her owners saw that their hope of gain was gone, they seized Paul and Silas and dragged them into the marketplace before the rulers. And when they had brought them to the magistrates, they said, "These men are Jews, and they are disturbing our city. They advocate customs that are not lawful for us as Romans to accept or practice." The crowd joined in attacking them, and the magistrates tore the garments off them and gave orders to beat them with rods. And when they had inflicted many blows upon them, they threw them into prison, ordering the jailer to keep them safely. Having received this order, he put them into the inner prison and fastened their feet in the stocks.

Man Ferget Da Movie 300!!! Im all about 400!!! (blogposts) Sorry Gerard Butler!!!

Soliloquy:


Maaaaan, Ive been doing this poetry thang, this jesusmetaphor thang so long, yo. Pause. Selah. Its been since like 2002, or something like that, nahmean? Its due time that I be upgraded, nahmean? Dat Bamma Jesus gave me 5 talents, nah mean? And I doubled dem joints! I want my 10 talents cuz!
Give me more talents, Jesus!

I can rightfully call myself a "vet," a forefather of the trade. Throughout the years I done seen it all done it all, alright? Ive had praise and disdain, compliments and epithets hurled my way. And I'm still here!

Over 400 blog posts, and still chuggin! Hey yo! Yall celebrate the GreenBay Packers for earning 8 straight wins with no losses, Cal Ripken, Barry Bonds, Michael Phelps for gold medals, JK Rowling for books sold! Celebrate 400 plus blog posts with me son! WHERE MY CELEBRATION AT????

To all you jealous, covetous PUNKS who throughout the years have made every attempt to sabotage me, destroy me: guess what? Im still writing! Pastors, so-called friends, so called office mates; No weapon of yours formed against me has ever, or will ever prosper!

"Pops Jehovah," Abba Father, or GOD as he is commonly referred to, just spoke to me and Cuz told me that He's upgrading me to sage status. OK? I am a poetry sage a blogging sage. I also want to be crowned EMO KING!

WHERE MY CORONATION AT???

LISTEN TO WHAT I WRITE PEEPS, CUZ I GOT 400 MO' COMIN YALL WAY!

ECCE HOMO!

Ecce Homo (Da Movement)

Ecce Homo scenarios:

[#1 A nuclear family: a mother, father, son and daughter sit at table supping.]

Mother: Honey, can you please pass me the salt?
Father (passing the salt): Sure, dear, no problem babes. [Now looking towards his son] Would you like some more chi-
Son (abruptly interrupting his father's speech): ECCE HOMO!!!

[#2 Two early twenty something lobbyists at a black tie gala for a non-profit organization they work for, doubling as their first date, since he asked her to accompany him.]

Woman: uuugghhhhh the food, music and ambiance here is SOOOO bland!
Man (staring at the dance floor blankly): ............
Woman (expressing slight consternation at not being acknowledged): FRANK! I asked you a ques-
Man (interrupting): ECCE HOMO!!!

[#3 Televised presidential debate, already in progress, with moderator attempting to facilitate debate and gain clarity from four candidates on various issues]

Moderator (to candidate one): Mr. Humphries, your opponent clearly disagrees with your stance on environmental regulations, especially relating to non-renewable fossil fuels! She is borderline manic in her stance! What is your retort?
Candidate one: ....hmmmm....Ive thought long and hard about this.....
Moderator (after a long pause by candidate one, and very spiritedly): ANNDDD?!!!
Candidate one (calmly): ECCE HOMO
Moderator (after audience grumbling): WHATT? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? Sir, we are specifically asking if you support drilling in your region!
Candidate one: ECCE HOMO

A-YO! Hey yall! R U REAADDDYYYYY? Im tryin ta start up this ecce homo movement yall! Im tryin ta get black shirts emblazoned with white letters! ECCE HOMO! So in solidarity with me, whenever you need to feel empowered, even in the midst of conversation, yell out ECCE HOMO!!! Behold the man!

-----------/Ecce Homo: The Thoughts of Pilate As He Presents Jesus to the Crowds


The mark of "modern" man is that he spends his entire life trying to metamorphose everyone
into himself
behold the Roman man: bestialities (private/public), incest, orgies, pedophilia
mass bloodlust; children cheering
begging for victims bathed in blood, if not then jeering
elation for death, moaning for life spared
adultery by the Caesars callously- treason
before the morals of those who serve them- temples of Zeus and Diana
edifices of sanctimony smoke rising from human sacrifices
and the smoke makes him cry
not the sorrowful satirization, subversion of Saturnalia by slaves
and common folk
unrivaled corruption by the Praetorian guard, titular throne
senate clashing, disregarding emperor rule
aspirational anarchy allowed et al.
Jesus, a man, condemned by the Jews but not of them
not hegemonic, not self indulgent, silent
(genuine, uncorrupted and uncontrolled and undaunted by the
unfettered power at his disposal)
-behold the Jewish man-
in the face of flagrant acrimony unjustified punched
in the face
by soldiers he came to serve: "King" facetiously
of the Hebrew people who hate him. Not a hint of duplicity
in his determined disposition to die
for nobility, for a new life, a New World purged washed clean.
fear of him, but not fear inherent in him
widespread reports of miracles - he
waking and walking to wayward women and writhing worn
down men forgotten: healing them, feeding them
jilted by a jealous crowd seemingly not given to second chances
unsettled. supercilious. superficial zeal for their god
superseded by psychoses and inertia
never was there one like him, I
through squelching seditions and insurrections attest amongst
everything vile, all the cesspools of human depravity
of spears driven into innocent civilians by mad soldiers for sport
he is inimitable, anomalous, nonpareil
not in Rome, not in Jerusalem, not in the world.
if he dies, I only pray for his resurrection
Jewish people (if just for a time, appreciate him. you know not what you do)
all peoples
BEHOLD THE MAN
righteous.



(who wants to make you better than you are, not worse)





-----/John 18:38-19:6
Pilate said to him, "What is truth?" After he had said this, he went back outside to the Jews and told them, "I find no guilt in him. But you have a custom that I should release one man for you at the Passover. So do you want me to release to you the King of the Jews?" They cried out again, "Not this man, but Barabbas!" Now Barabbas was a robber. Then Pilate took Jesus and flogged him. And the soldiers twisted together a crown of thorns and put it on his head and arrayed him in a purple robe. They came up to him, saying, "Hail, King of the Jews!" and struck him with their hands. Pilate went out again and said to them, "See, I am bringing him out to you that you may know that I find no guilt in him." So Jesus came out, wearing the crown of thorns and the purple robe. Pilate said to them, "Behold the man!" When the chief priests and the officers saw him, they cried out, "Crucify him, crucify him!" Pilate said to them, "Take him yourselves and crucify him, for I find no guilt in him."

Anne Hathaway 2.0 @ Columbia Town Center!

Okay, so yooooo, yooooo, dudes! I like totally fell in love with my waitress last night! Homegirl was a spitting image of Anne Hathaway son! All the dudes at my table was diggin her son! I betz da whole place was burning, nah - blazing with the hots for her - she b strate fiya! So I left her my email on my receipt son!! (an elementary remedial tactic I know, fellas) but yeah, she didnt email me back! CRAP! But yeah let me focus on the positives - she is HOT!

yo big up to my boys Alesana for the theme song to my poem - "The Temptress" from their Album A PLACE WHERE THE SUN IS SILENT (DELUXE EDITION)!!!

Check out the video here! Alesana "The Temptress!" Buy on ITunes now! BEST ALBUM EVER!!!



-----------/Anne Hathaway 2.0; Marquez Wasnt The Only Man Defeated Last Night [Moses]


Anne 2.0 (I should have asked for your real name!),
my father was a man from the house of Levi - Hope
his wife, a Levite woman - Romance
and though my whole life spans thirty years, after seeing you
at Champps Americana in Columbia at the Pacquiao fight
it all has only seemed like three months - your charm
your handsome, symmetrical face condensing
everything Ive ever wanted in a woman into
a dulcet wining babble song
that neither hope nor romance could hide from the world
(seeing it was futile to try and muffle my passion for you)
but they cast me forth, covering
with bitumen of lofty ambition and pitch of naive expectancy
to have the gall to one day kiss the girl of my dreams
when I, bedazzled, behold her in a black form fitting top
busty
and figure flattering black stretch pants
enchanting black hair, dreamy eyes, infectious smile
the basket of my chance to win your heart
placing it among the reeds, the other men in Howard County
hanging haughtily in sports bars hashing about boxing
occasionally UFC too :)
similarly spectacularly seduced
my sister of anxiety standing at a distance awaiting your response
as you, beauty's princess, came down to my table
found me desperate for you
(as my waitress) with the elegance of a Pharaoh
as if bathing at the river, (your other fellow waitresses next to you)
asking me what I wanted to eat, drink,
if I had already been charged the mandated 15$ cover charge
your cheerfulness as vulnerability - as if before my eyes naked
and I tried to order my meals, and I tried to write my email down
on my receipt as I left (replete with my blog address of course!)
but to you it was crying
but to you it was just a reason for pity
so you just walked away - you didnt email me the next day!
disavowing any filial relation stating "this is one of the Hebrew's
children"
abandoning my scarred ego for my parents to tend to
while you continue to woo amongst Egyptians (worthy men)
willing to give your wages (the big tip I left you
-I spent 57 freaking dollars to impress you!)
just to ensure our separation
in your mind we wont speak, we wont cross paths again
until years advance
and I "grow up" from my affinity for you, possibly with another
lesser girl
you secure in the satisfaction that I wanted you but the love
wasnt returned, superior emotionally to me like a mother
who drew her son out of the water of innocence
your rejection making me a sturdier more stalwart student
of sense and sensibility
and of the wayward hope that hitting on waitresses will prosper
you named me Moses
savior of mendicant men mockeries like me
(presuming I would relay to them the folly of our paradigm)
jilted by the only woman he ever really wanted in November


-----Exodus 2:1-10
Now a man from the house of Levi went and took as his wife a Levite woman.
The woman conceived and bore a son, and when she saw that he was a fine child, she hid him three months. When she could hide him no longer, she took for him a basket made of bulrushes and daubed it with bitumen and pitch. She put the child in it and placed it among the reeds by the river bank. And his sister stood at a distance to know what would be done to him. Now the daughter of Pharaoh came down to bathe at the river, while her young women walked beside the river. She saw the basket among the reeds and sent her servant woman, and she took it. When she opened it, she saw the child, and behold, the baby was crying. She took pity on him and said, "This is one of the Hebrews' children." Then his sister said to Pharaoh's daughter, "Shall I go and call you a nurse from the Hebrew women to nurse the child for you?" And Pharaoh's daughter said to her, "Go." So the girl went and called the child's mother. And Pharaoh's daughter said to her, "Take this child away and nurse him for me, and I will give you your wages." So the woman took the child and nursed him. When the child grew up, she brought him to Pharaoh's daughter, and he became her son. She named him Moses, "Because," she said, "I drew him out of the water."

The Temptress lyrics ----

Send "The Temptress" Ringtone to your Cell
My love, try to understand me when I say you torture me.
Your lips they beg for me to get you alone.
I want you to know it's the sway of your hips.
You taste so sweet cruel temptress.
I'm at your feet.
I can tell by the way you move that you want me to want you.

Are you happy now that I've figured out I was just the victim?!
In a game of lies and lustful tension?

Your lips they beg for me to get you alone.
I want you to know its the sway of your hips.
You taste so sweet, cruel temptress.
I'm at your feet.
I can tell by the way you move that your want me to want you.

Are you happy now that I've figure out that I was just a victim?!
In a game of lies and lustful tension?

I can't believe I fell for you!
I was wrong, I am so confused.
A foolish mistake!

I gaze across the chasm that divides me from her, my prize.
And drink in her beauty.
I let the heady aroma of perfume riding on the hot wind saturate me.
I train my ears to the creaking of the bridge spamming the gap to her.
I throw caution into that wind of passion and continue down the path.
The path to the unknown.

I'm losing control and I want all of you.
I ache to swallow you.
I'm losing control, you're body screams for me, it's destroying me!

I can not resist the temptress of the night!
I'm coming for you!, I want you, I need you!
As the earth quakes I will deflower you!
Oh how my head swims, oh how my heart yearns!
I'm coming for you!
Our flesh will become one and we'll never speak of what we've become!
It's what you want. I'm gone! I'm gone! I'm gone!

So it seems that we were nothing.
I'm giving up!

Are you happy now that I've figured out that I was just a victim?!
In a game of lies and lustful tension?
I can't believe I fell for you!
I was wrong, I am confused.
A foolish mistake.

Ann, Your Rejection Of Me Is UN-BEARS-ABLE!!!

Y U GOTZ 2 BREAK MY HART ANN? UN-BEARS-ABLE!!!!

----------Ann, You Mistook Me For Forty-Two Foul, Flagrant Youths, UN-BEARS-ABLE!!!


Elijah, the king of romance, died
when June rejected me, when babs rejected me, when Jennifer rejected me
but in my eyes his spirit
rested on you, Ann (Elisha)
and as is the custom of most pretty girls – especially buxom ones
with coarse curly blonde hair, and teeming with a tantalizing
titillating intellect
(you sexy lawyer)
you set your mind to sojourn to Bethel, land of matrimony
stronghold of suave suitors – six foot four inch Clay Matthews types
anti-matter to the matter of my dowdy soul in most girl’s eyes
by comparison (Im like the Redskins to their Packers)
but
you seized my heart and I was recalcitrant, ready to stir up sedition
against the enterprise of typical female on male attraction
(you know,hot girl gets with tall dark and handsome hot guy,or burly jerk)
I was determined to have you for my own no matter the cost, no matter if
It annoyed you. I closed my eyes and dreamed of you
kissing me while caressing the back of my head holding my hand with
your other hand – my free hand shaking in sheer awe
I dared to ask you to lunch as if jeering, as if scoffing
Go up you baldhead!
you ostensibly agreed at first, tilting the axis of chemistry on its head
so I thought, but then you canceled because of business
so I asked you to lunch again:
Go up you baldhead! – the only words you construed from my second
nervous attempt
my heartfelt invitations to you were but epithets
were but taunts from a gallery of forty two youths unqualified to keep
your company
you –a woman of prominence, me a man of the mill, the plow
the lawnmower
accordingly you, obviously past your threshold of tolerance,
turned around and looked at me
and pronounced a curse “Tony, I have to get a flu shot, its just not
going to work” in the name of your lord of castes
suddenly, two female bears
Depression
Dejection
came out of the woods of your scorn and mauled all my hopes of ever
dating you
they were like forty two joys, full of vitality awaiting exuberance
from your hands
but you were too concerned with Mount Carmel, the mountain of professional success
and Samaria, the homeland of your comfort with men
worthy of eating with you


(certainly not me)


[OKAY OKAY ANN, I GET IT, BABES, IM NOT ON YOUR LEVEL OKAY? OOOO-KAY? MAYBE IF I WAS LIKE CLAY MATTHEWS, OR LIKE RAY RICE YOU WOULD GIVE ME THE TIME OF DAY?????

IM GOING TO GO CRY NOW OKAY??!!!]

---------2 Kings 2:23-25
Then he went up from there to Bethel; and as he was going up the road, some youths came from the city and mocked him, and said to him, "Go up, you baldhead! Go up, you baldhead!" So he turned around and looked at them, and pronounced a curse on them in the name of the LORD. And two female bears came out of the woods and mauled forty-two of the youths. Then he went from there to Mount Carmel, and from there he returned to Samaria

Amanda Seyfried – My Daughters Will Get You Drunk (For Us) But In A Good Way!

HAPPY BELATED HALLOWEEN, AMANDA! YOU ARE SIMPLY DARLING, DARLING!!!!



-------/Amanda Seyfried – My Daughters Will Get You Drunk (For Us) But In A Good Way! I Love You!


Lot
Amanda, baby, get up let us leave Zoar
land of indifference, separation of celebrities from the middle class
maybe Im even less affluent than that land of
barrenness, drought
of probable love becoming improbable,
(me powerless to affect any lasting change)
of no kisses, of me not holding your waist as we dance
beneath the stars naïve to my plight of seemingly permanent singleness
of you loving your boyfriend not named me!
living in a cave
of bleakness, of those unduly spurned - afraid
(of being a loser guy living in Maryland with credit card debt without you)
full desert moon illuminating its entrance, my desperation to be with you, impregnable attraction to you are my two daughters
(all your movies rock! Momma Mia, Red Riding Hood, In Time (soon to be))
that follow you, crafty opportunists
that bemoan the fact that the longer you stay in Hollywood, away from me
my chance to be with you gets older, and there is no one around
(believe me, I've asked a bevy of girls out only to be turned down)
to give them the birth of hope, of happily-ever-after they have for so long
yearned for
so they hope to ply you with passionate blogs:thejesusmetaphor.blogspot
into an emotional stupor
in order to preserve the Amanda Seyfried and Tony Conti family line
before my likelihood of procreating with chance romance kicks the bucket
one to sleep with the chance of you staying committed to me
and the other getting you drunk again the next night
sleeping with the ambition of you marrying me –ditching
your celeb boyfriend in the process
you unaware of their intentions during the next day's hangover
and my dearest hope, baby
is pregnancy
is that our unfeigned, fervent loyalty to one another will be called Moab
child of my eldest daughter
and that our relationship's longevity, durability
walking on the red carpet together, taking pictures in People magazine
whisking away to your limo whilst TMZ cameras hawk us
will be Ben-Ammi, child of my youngest
the Moabites will be a testament to our enduring, endearing optimism
against the odds
cutting off the nose of inequality to spite the face of celeb/non celeb culture
the Ammonites a memorial to how much a blogger’s love poems
affect his favorite celeb crush!
the noble end justifying the wily means






(AMANDA SEYFRIED, U KNOW U B MY FAVORITE CELEBRITY, GUUURRRLLL! PLEASE MARRY ME BABES! LETS MAKE BEAUTIFUL SWEEPING EPIC ROMANTIC BABIES TOGETHER!
E-MAIL ME BABY THEJESUSMETAPHOR@YAHOO.COM OOOOHHHH YEEEAAAAAHHHH!!!
HAPPY ALL SAINTS DAY BABY GIRL!!!)


--------Genesis 19:30-38
Lot and his two daughters left Zoar and settled in the mountains, for he was afraid to stay in Zoar. He and his two daughters lived in a cave. One day the older daughter said to the younger, "Our father is old, and there is no man around here to give us children—as is the custom all over the earth. Let's get our father to drink wine and then sleep with him and preserve our family line through our father.”
That night they got their father to drink wine, and the older daughter went in and slept with him. He was not aware of it when she lay down or when she got up. The next day the older daughter said to the younger, "Last night I slept with my father. Let's get him to drink wine again tonight, and you go in and sleep with him so we can preserve our family line through our father." So they got their father to drink wine that night also, and the younger daughter went in and slept with him. Again he was not aware of it when she lay down or when she got up. So both of Lot's daughters became pregnant by their father. The older daughter had a son, and she named him Moab; he is the father of the Moabites of today. The younger daughter also had a son, and she named him Ben-Ammi ; he is the father of the Ammonites of today.