The Paradox

[The setting: Ancient Jerusalem during Roman Rule;The entrance to the sepulcher where Jesus has been buried hours before. Narrow dirt roads wind up, down and between rocky and grassy hillsides leading to the large stone quarry where His (originally intended for Joseph of Arimathea) and many other similarly styled sepulchers/tombs were built. Lush vines and other foliage drape the rock walls bordering the hewn stone entrances. A fecund assemblage of olive trees align and sometimes interrupt the pathways up and down the mountain. An angel of the Lord is sitting on top a large stone adjacent to the sepulcher's entrance since removed talking with Tony. Tony has just been revived from a seizure of the heart at seeing the angel and is relieved to have just escaped death's long course, craggy fingers once again]

[Tony]: Yo son! Yo son! What the deal, Holyfielllldddddddd!!?? Thanks for saving a kid's life, son! YO, MY MAN!!! WHAT IT LOOK LIKE???

[Angel of the Lord]: (no response, stoic).................

[Tony]: Yo son!!? You got a bong son?

[Angel of the Lord]: (no response, stoic).................

[Tony, becoming aggrieved and fearful at his unbecoming and obviously unwelcome speech]: ....naaaah, see, why I was asking was...I mean...Good Sir, I was only referencing said natural herbal stimulant, used only for medical reasons, out of concern for my mental state after the shock trauma of falling to the ground! You see, you with grandiose liberality seem in no wise afflicted at the sight of my sufferance, in fact you act rather stolid and with brazen impunity in such matters! (Tony wipes the beads of sweat trickling from his forehead)

[Angel of the Lord]: (no response, stoic).................

[Tony, unsettled, disconcerted at what seems to be discourteous behavior]: Okay, so look. Im really interested in that waitress at Champps man...you know what Im saying? Im in the market for a wife and I figure since you got that luminescent all powerful effulgent glowing thingy going on with your aura or whatever, you could shock and awe (chuckling to himself) nah mean?? snag me a bab..

[Angel of the Lord, interrupting]: No
(Tony falls back to the ground, the angel then motions for him to stand and his body immediately stands erect)

[Tony, bemused]: maaaaan, you could have at least given a brotha a warning shot, nah'm saying? (raising his voice in exasperation) I MEAN DAAAAAG BRUH. Do you have money for a chiropractor? I need a good back son. I need to make that Tiger Woods money...Im trying to play in the NFL you know what I'm...

[Angel of the Lord]: Jesus has arisen, things are not as they seem.

[Tony pierced with conviction]: Riiiiggghhhhttt. Thats why I was here....yeah man. (feigning concern) YEAH MAN, YEAH MAN, WHERE JESUS AT?
I NEED ME SOME JESUS MAN, I NEED ME SOME OF THAT JESUS CHRIST (but not the bootleg fireworks Youtube video Jesus, though)

[Angel of the Lord, coming as close as an angelic being gets to rolling his eyes]: Let me explain

-------------/He Is Not Here (The Empty Tomb Theory); The Angel of The Lord's Words to Mary and Mary Seeking Jesus' Body

In regards to treachery beware not of enemies but friends in capricious
streets and alleys when darkness falls not blaring blowhards but quiet machinators cloaked in shadows pacing behind you in love not of women who scowl but those who smile as regards to a brother not one annoying but one evasive. Eschew vain promises for the destitute, the flatterers always seek recompense for their ills at the hands of the fortunate doling out injustice they feel unfairly they were afforded;
your unfulfilled oath a subterfuge.
Habitual secrets become disclosed public proclamations,always
Resentment is a cousin to hatred, a harbinger of interior decay
unbeknownst to its object, your foe prevails whilst you sulk.
When you cry out
your voice will echo for most men have not the constitution to aid
caring only of themselves, rather fear God - poverty in disposition
sickness in soul are more effectual partners in trouble than wealth
or haughty friends
And no man can brace himself for the day of his downfall
Death to carnal passion is a spiritually passionate life and as such
is the only one truly lived
that man the only one truly alive walking amongst and on bones
snapping constantly before him
nails, whips, twisted thorns and caustic jeering the fitting praise
of heaven to be sought not fled not the penalty apportioned by demons
malefic maddening in their laughter if the lie you suffer for is contrarily
true and you principally stand for righteousness in the captive audience
of the wicked, If you say that the blind are precisely the ones with sight
the maimed, leprous precisely the ones beautiful, healthy extremities
the possessed are the sane the reigning religious establishment
a portal to hell
Most assuredly if you accept murder of your flesh to give birth to new life
then you never really died at all
indubitably
crucifixion is your life everlasting
and in your sepulcher there will never be a body



(He isnt here)

-------------/
Matthew 28:1-8
In the end of the sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the first day of the week, came Mary Magdalene and the other Mary to see the sepulchre. And, behold, there was a great earthquake: for the angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat upon it. His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow: And for fear of him the keepers did shake, and became as dead men. And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified. He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay. And go quickly, and tell his disciples that he is risen from the dead; and, behold, he goeth before you into Galilee; there shall ye see him: lo, I have told you. And they departed quickly from the sepulchre with fear and great joy; and did run to bring his disciples word.

Searching For Reuben: My Biblical Black Magic for the Trayvon Martin and George Zimmerman Case

(image courtesy of http://biblicalerotica.wordpress.com/)

R.I.P. Trayvon 1995-2012

Man, Im sitting up here just trying to do me, you know? I mean think about it...being thejesusmetaphor is a hard job riiiigghhtt (always got new poems stomping around in my brain causing a ruckus)? But seriously dough (slang, not bread), I have spent the last few days doing some real soul searching relative to Trayvon Martin and George Zimmerman..my heart mourns for the loss of a child created in God's image (RIP Trayvon, youre in God's arms now); Subsequently and consequently (as in most murder cases, as is appropriate), in the spirited public dialectic quickly turning towards fever pitch, in one ear I gotz the vociferous O'Reilly on TV screaming that Trayvon is a truant, suspended from school blah blah which he quite obviously and undeniably believes leads one to the (and he's sure of it) not so specious reasoning that said juvenile (common) behavior indubitably vindicates the stereotype of the hoodie wearing aggressor that forcefully agitated for his own death by trampling that innocent bastion of neighborhood protection, George Zimmerman, also innocent of provocation. Then of course in the other ear you have civil rights leaders buttressing believable arguments that Trayvon was a normal, unintimidating model kid mercilessly gunned down in a cruel murderous act by a ruthless rogue police officer-wanna-be cum overreaching neighborhood watch junkie. Somewhere in the middle of these two poles, the middle path in the spectrum, lies the truth. Zimmerman's neighborhood had a spate of recent break ins, which may have given him cause for concern over unidentified persons in his neighborhood (the 911 operator's advice to suspend pursuit of Trayvon notwithstanding). Trayvon was unarmed, and minorities, myself included, worry that Trayvon was only pursued because he fit a stereotype (long) simmering in the minds of many people today, i.e. that black men, by virtue of blackness, are all miscreants especially ones wearing attire seen in rap videos or movies or vintage episodes of Cops. Many feel that if Trayvon can be "justifiably" killed in cold blood, especially by someone obviously ill tempered, and holstered only with candy and a soda, that any child, for any reason that the shooter deems is appropriate, can be killed. There is outrage that the murder of an unarmed teen shot by an armed intense neighborhood watch patrolman would be unprosecuted and uninvestigated. On the other hand, Florida's law does peculiarly make an allowance for the murder, in self defense if it can be proven that the gunman was in danger, of a person unarmed. The law in essence dictates that such a person can stand his ground and preserve his life without the requirement of being lunged at first. And for certain Zimmerman loyalists there is tenable angst over reverse-racism (by the black panthers calling for his death) and hypersensitivity to what some deem isnt about race at all but that all things are ALWAYS made into the worn dichotomous black/white RACE WAR. The titillating facts in dispute are whether or not Trayvon posed a threat to Zimmerman, whether Zimmerman was injured in self defense by a mischievous villainous youth who fit the description of a robber, or injured by his own self righteous bias, and whether either Trayvon Martin or George Zimmerman has the constitution of character to be either a victim or perpetrator of a crime (or attempted crime). Zimmerman did not appear to be injured in the police surveillance video, Trayvon has been suspended three times from school....and this is the narrative we hear ad nauseum.

It is my intention to bring a biblical perspective to this thing! First of all remember in Genesis when God said of my man Abel, who was unjustifiably slaughtered by his wicked brother Cain, does his blood not cry out to me?
First let us all remember that murder is heinous to God, Leviticus fortifies this standpoint, and we must all be desirous of a full investigation so that someone's murder (an American, a male, a teen, a minority, a soda drinker and Skittles consumer) doesnt pass by unavenged. Life is too precious to sweep under the rug. Trayvon's blood is calling out to Jehovah God even as we speak. Secondly someone is lying. Two contrasting truths cant be true: either Zimmerman is lying or Zimmerman is telling the truth, both cant be the case - either Trayvon viciously attacked, beat and bloodied Zimmerman necessitating a gunshot in self defense, or Zimmerman brazenly and overzealously murdered an innocent teen. In either case, a teen is dead and we need the full facts; Trayvon's supporters do not have the luxury of consulting him for his side of the story, unfortunately. However, even his supporters could be incorrectly, in the same spirit of zeal, incriminating an innocent Zimmerman who tried unsuccessfully to avoid confrontation with an unruly teen who happened to be wearing the same hoodie (Zimmerman and Geraldo Rivera assume) most robbers wear. So Biblically, as a Christian, here's my proposal: I curse the liar within my God given rights, so that justice will ultimately be served. If George Zimmerman is an innocent man, let Trayvon's supporters who call for his death be cursed in spirit (vexed, saddened - but not to despair but unto repentance to the Lord Jesus Christ) and apologize publicly for fomenting malice and aggression of blacks towards whites instead of a civil discourse on law and murder and Florida defense laws. Likewise, if George Zimmerman is guilty: of racism, bias, murder in cold blood, etc let him be cursed in spirit (vexed, saddened - but not to despair but unto repentance to the Lord Jesus Christ) and undergo whatever penalties the law (both of God and state) doles out and his supporters, the same (the Florida police department's conduct and double talk is included in this as well irregardless of the guilty party). And a curse to anyone in spirit (vexed, saddened - but not to despair but unto repentance to the Lord Jesus Christ) that tampers with investigative evidence or corrupts the justice system or the courts by cover up, etc.

I have this authority to bless and curse from Jesus, who himself cursed a fig and said that I would do even greater things than he.

How do you guys like this Biblical "Black Magic?" huh? Fun isnt it? Want this authority? Become an heir with Christ by being a Christian and you can, like Jacob/Israel, curse those that wrong you - like Biggie said BABY-BABAAAAYYYY!!!! Lets curse the "Reuben" in the Trayvon Martin/George Zimmerman case RIGHT NOW AND OFTEN!!!!

But in any case, we mourn for Trayvon...whether lawful or not, a man of God was taken from us and we should all spit on our human natures for allowing murder to defile the Garden of Eden.



----------------/The Quest for Justice/(Adulterous) Reuben; Jacobs Thoughts As He Addresses His Son Reuben on His Death Bed

Your footsteps in the night sudden peals of thunder in the placid
paradise of palms mountains and seas searing sun in the shade sitting
holding hands with my wife, in my dreams, now deceased raining.
I wake up still dreaming peering down on her grave, the drops of
water from the previous storm are now my shed tears on
the memory she left behind lightning strikes. I come to as the flickering candle snuffs. Resistance from Bilhah to your advances met with muffled
screams then moans of pleasure barely audible in the adjoining tent. Bitter betrayal blackness beneath the stars. Benjamin sleeping soundly beside
me...shuffled startled feet of sheep and oxen, then silence lulls me back
to sleep. Rachel's apparition smiling I tremble with rage and betrayal
closing my eyes vengeful vertigo soaring. now standing
before her manic middling midwives coordinating her birth her strained countenance followed by eyes rolling backwards, waning moments
staring only at her son. I stare blankly only at your death and demise
Morning light shining on my face, cocks crowing
donkeys braying Benjamin crying for food awake but still bothered.
Justice has been raped,
truth pillaged,
integrity ransacked
corruption lies within my own bloodline lecherous leech of Leah, a woman
forced on me, the seeds of treachery sown.
shifty, sneaky, surreptitious son, my furtive fury is a fire
the embers burn in Bethlehem
the embers burn in Bethlehem
smoke rises in Edar.
May Ben-oni be my witness that no malice goes unrequited
and no lie unexposed
I will not leave this world, my soul never departing over sands of negligence
until recompense visits the wicked. Reuben salacious until the end
of my respect....but for you only the beginning
of a life vexed - exacting his revenge


forever

[cursed]




------Genesis 9:4-7
But flesh with the life thereof, which is the blood thereof, shall ye not eat. And surely your blood of your lives will I require; at the hand of every beast will I require it, and at the hand of man; at the hand of every man's brother will I require the life of man. Whoso sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed: for in the image of God made he man.

-----Leviticus 24:17-18
And he that killeth any man shall surely be put to death.

--------Romans 8:16-17
The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God: And if children, then heirs; heirs of God, and joint-heirs with Christ; if so be that we suffer with him, that we may be also glorified together.


-------Mark 11:12-14
And on the morrow, when they were come from Bethany, he was hungry: And seeing a fig tree afar off having leaves, he came, if haply he might find any thing thereon: and when he came to it, he found nothing but leaves; for the time of figs was not yet. And Jesus answered and said unto it, No man eat fruit of thee hereafter for ever. And his disciples heard it.

-----John 14:11-12
Believe me that I am in the Father, and the Father in me: or else believe me for the very works' sake. Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that believeth on me, the works that I do shall he do also; and greater works than these shall he do; because I go unto my Father.

-----Genesis 35:16-23
And they journeyed from Beth–el; and there was but a little way to come to Ephrath: and Rachel travailed, and she had hard labour. And it came to pass, when she was in hard labour, that the midwife said unto her, Fear not; thou shalt have this son also. And it came to pass, as her soul was in departing, (for she died) that she called his name Ben–oni: but his father called him Benjamin. And Rachel died, and was buried in the way to Ephrath, which is Beth–lehem. And Jacob set a pillar upon her grave: that is the pillar of Rachel's grave unto this day. And Israel journeyed, and spread his tent beyond the tower of Edar. And it came to pass, when Israel dwelt in that land, that Reuben went and lay with Bilhah his father's concubine: and Israel heard it. Now the sons of Jacob were twelve:


-----Genesis 49:1-7
And Jacob called unto his sons, and said, Gather yourselves together, that I may tell you that which shall befall you in the last days. Gather yourselves together, and hear, ye sons of Jacob; and hearken unto Israel your father. Reuben, thou art my firstborn, my might, and the beginning of my strength, the excellency of dignity, and the excellency of power: Unstable as water, thou shalt not excel; because thou wentest up to thy father's bed; then defiledst thou ] it[: he went up to my couch. Simeon and Levi are brethren; instruments of cruelty ] are in[ their habitations. O my soul, come not thou into their secret; unto their assembly, mine honour, be not thou united: for in their anger they slew a man, and in their selfwill they digged down a wall. Cursed be their anger, for it was fierce; and their wrath, for it was cruel: I will divide them in Jacob, and scatter them in Israel.

Enemy of the Unbeloved, Unrequited (MICHELLE WIE, LOVE ME ALREADY OKAY???)

Michelle, you are ....SO FINE. (ooohh la la, a - WIE WIE!!!) I saw your interview on the Golf Channel last night, and throughout the entirety I could barely breathe; you are simply breath taking!!!! Now...get this...I know youre probably like 6'4 in heels...but give a (Christian) brotha a chance!!! Okay? Look I may not be able to make the cut at a PGA event, but maybe I could make the cut on the tour of your good graces??? YOU SEXY JOAB YOU


-----------/An Enemy (Of The Unbeloved), Always /Unpreventable/

Abner was my unrest at being single often pugnacious
and ungrateful given to cursing his fate warring
for the sake of rebellion of the disaffected and rejected formerly
a hired hand for Ishboleth, King of Malcontent lamenting the great fortune
of all those smitten holding each other whilst the bitter winds of disdain
envelop my body at night shivering in lonely pain, no blanket, no warmth
just barren thoughts of Israel (land of the querulous spurned) sharpening
its spears of Jealousy.
Yet sleepless fortnights often force a summit of the soul
I resigned myself to accepting solitude, inexorable isolation incisive
to make peace
with Judah (land of the blithe hopeful romantics) subjugating myself
to accepting their happiness to quell the demons within me
(even if it meant I remained in doleful abandonment forever)
I met with David, King of Wedded Bliss For The Auspicious with feigned alacrity and he feted me with exquisite entrees for the release
of my grip on hatred of not having a girlfriend. For placidity to
supplant my raging passions, tranquility my remorse for having
no one to date (in twelve years). To relinquish my need for a hot babe
acceptance for my singleness to relish not having someone pulchritudinous around me - always.
The twenty soldiers of my ego who accompanied me left with stomachs
of bittersweet fullness, hanging their heads towards an abysmal life
(assenting to the notion tall celebrity women are out of my league)
But watching you on the Golf Channel
(your interview interspersed with clips of you playing golf in all your sophisticated sublime sexiness) was Joab riding past
supplying significant spoil (of salacious sultriness) sword slaked
with enemies' of true adorers' (lovebirds) blood back to the Israel I left
in a covenant of truce and mutual respect. I swore we met eyes...
your comely visage slyly summoned me to my HD TV
(under the guise of innocuous interest in sports)
to the well of Sirah refreshing waters of reflection determined
to stand my ground I sought to softly speak scorn at such suggestions
but up close, I saw the highlights in your pretty hair, the fashion sense
(your leggings, stylish sweater, boots)
Michelle Wie
your beauty is like a dagger thrust under the fifth rib of my resistance
(to falling for you)
bleeding heart of fervent attraction
I want you so bad it kills me



(as much as I try to be someone I'm not: a man content with no woman)
(I give up on giving up on wanting a woman like you! I WANT YOU!!! LETS PLAY GOLF TOGETHER!!! E-MAIL ME THEJESUSMETAPHOR@YAHOO.COM !!!)





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2 Samuel 3:17-27
And Abner had communication with the elders of Israel, saying, Ye sought for David in times past to be king over you: Now then do it: for the Lord hath spoken of David, saying, By the hand of my servant David I will save my people Israel out of the hand of the Philistines, and out of the hand of all their enemies. And Abner also spake in the ears of Benjamin: and Abner went also to speak in the ears of David in Hebron all that seemed good to Israel, and that seemed good to the whole house of Benjamin. So Abner came to David to Hebron, and twenty men with him. And David made Abner and the men that were with him a feast. And Abner said unto David, I will arise and go, and will gather all Israel unto my lord the king, that they may make a league with thee, and that thou mayest reign over all that thine heart desireth. And David sent Abner away; and he went in peace. And, behold, the servants of David and Joab came from pursuing a troop, and brought in a great spoil with them: but Abner was not with David in Hebron; for he had sent him away, and he was gone in peace. When Joab and all the host that was with him were come, they told Joab, saying, Abner the son of Ner came to the king, and he hath sent him away, and he is gone in peace. Then Joab came to the king, and said, What hast thou done? behold, Abner came unto thee; why is it that thou hast sent him away, and he is quite gone? Thou knowest Abner the son of Ner, that he came to deceive thee, and to know thy going out and thy coming in, and to know all that thou doest. And when Joab was come out from David, he sent messengers after Abner, which brought him again from the well of Sirah: but David knew it not. And when Abner was returned to Hebron, Joab took him aside in the gate to speak with him quietly, and smote him there under the fifth rib, that he died, for the blood of Asahel his brother.

A SHEPHERD BOY (Dreams)

* Dedicated to Alesana, Lullaby of the Crucified
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* Dedicated to Anne Hathaway 2.0 - The Enchanting Waitress @ Champps

Okay guys, I know what youre thinking: "This guy Tony aka thejesusmetaphor is borderline manic about this waitress at Champps who favors Anne Hathaway! Is he THAT desperate? Is he obsessed?" And to that I would answer a resounding.....uhhhhhhhhhhhh. Listen folks, Im just a shy guy who isnt good with the ladies who wishes he had the GALL....the MOXY! to waltz right on up to that bodacious beauty at Champps and say "hey-yo-ADRIAN!!!"...uhhhhhhhh...you get my drift. But look guys I turn into silly putty in her presence....GOD I WISH I COULD MARRY THAT WOMAN!!!! ...anyways...read on...... (someone tell her I love her...please????)

YO KING DAVID WHERE YOU AT SONNNN???

------------/A Shepherd Boy, Dreaming Of You


Life without you near is matted grass; dull laying on my back staring
at the stars of belief in the limitations of impossibility. and sheep
are quiet thoughts eating grass of romantic dreams one day
banding together galvanizing enough confidence to break free
from the restraints of shyness that subdue them. wooden bars
of superficiality rotting. I once killed a bear of sinister suggestion
that I should give up on you with my bare hands of obstinacy
cursing lions of deterrent roaring for me to set my affections on
a girl not white, not beautiful, not tall....not for me. Likewise
like the Samson of a man's amorous rage for his beloved I ripped
said hellions of impression and emotional immolation apart
with the hands of my determination for you limb by limb.
I will not be denied the exhilaration of picturing us together
in the constellations kissing. I care not as the soldiers of societal
expectation, at the beck of Saul - King of Rigid Conformity and
Acquiescence to Bland Desire, that I am possibly not your type;
that nice guys finish last
that I am just a youth relative to approaching girls,
when you have been approached by men since your youth
-since your arrival at Champps as a waitress-
(due to your exceeding beauty)
I care not that what I hear amongst other weak kneed men in my race
that your archetypical man is much taller, stronger
and experienced in the arts of seducing a woman
that you would swoon for a man nine feet tall grizzly beard of
crassness with Philistine charm
that compared to your former beau I am like an ant:
the shield of his confidence surpasses my entire body in width and stature.
I have in my hands the sling of raucous recalcitrant resolve
and smooth stones of steadfastness in pursuit - and sincerity:
these poems. I will slay the Giant Predictability of your relationship norms
with the winsomeness of my blog
and stand victorious over all that blockades my path to your love
I promise
I will take the sword of sleaziness that former Philistine Giants
have used to slash you with sloppy overtures
and use it against them

The day we wed will be called Beheading Goliath


[...One Day]
(just as soon as I get enough courage to leave this pasture of my
reticence)



----------------/
1 Samuel 17:29-33
And David said, What have I now done? Is there not a cause? And he turned from him toward another, and spake after the same manner: and the people answered him again after the former manner. And when the words were heard which David spake, they rehearsed them before Saul: and he sent for him. And David said to Saul, Let no man's heart fail because of him; thy servant will go and fight with this Philistine. And Saul said to David, Thou art not able to go against this Philistine to fight with him: for thou art but a youth, and he a man of war from his youth.


-------Lullaby of the Crucified Lyrics
My angel close your eyes, I'll be your lover tonight.
Pitiful lullaby, I'll be your lover tonight.

My own misery is taunting me.
The air stings my lungs, I can barely see.
Wicked eyes surrounding me, the trees are watching silently.
I could try to run but baby what's the point?

I may never know
(I don't see the point.)
why I let you go.

My body is aching.
I'm losing my mind!
There's nothing to hold onto.
My angel close your eyes, I'll be your lover tonight.
I'm tired of trying.
I'm sick of waiting!
If there's nothing that I can do.
A pitiful lullaby to sing the tortured to sleep

We could settle down and change the end.
Nothing but time, start over again.
All the little things you do that make me fall in love with you.
Have led me to this, a bittersweet abyss.

I may never know
(a vexatious kiss.)
why I let you go.

My body is aching.
I'm losing my mind!
There's nothing to hold onto.
My angel close your eyes, I'll be your lover tonight.
I'm tired of trying.
I'm sick of waiting!
If there's nothing that I can do.
A pitiful lullaby to sing the tortured to sleep

I will follow you into the night my darling eyes.
I would do anything to be lying with you as I watch you dream.

I have been reborn!
I have broken free! I'm free! I'm free!
You can't deny me, do not defy me!
I'm drunk on lust and sovereignty!
Abandon all hope for beyond time I can stand!
I have been reborn!
Darling, tonight we say goodbye!
Sing a touching lullaby and we'll watch the angels cry.

Seasons (WAITRESS AT CHAMPPS WHO LOOKS LIKE ANNE HATHAWAY - I LOVE YOU)

*Dedicated to Underoath, When the Sun Sleeps (A classic!!!)
When the Sun Sleeps....UNDEROAAAATTTHHHH!!! CLICK DAT LINK YO
* Dedicated to Dashboard Confessional, A Plain Morning
A Plain Morning By Dashboard Confessional, Yall!!!! A Lovely Diddy!!!!

*Dedicated to the waitress at Champps who looks like Anne Hathaway

You didnt think I would give up so easily did you, Anne Hathaway junior? I saw you at Champps the other day and you were glorious. I was awestruck, I was dumbfounded unable to speak, only hyperventilate in the presence of your beauty. I wish I knew your name....I wish I could give you flowers. When do you work at Champps again? When can I see you again? Oh....girl.....please...no more questions like this...please? No more questions in the wind. Please ANYONE IF YOU FIND MY LOVE....TELL HER I AM LOVELORN AND REFUSE TO CONVALESCE UNTIL SHE RETURNS...(AND KISSES ME) Im so miserable without her!


"MAYBE LOVE WILL FIND US AGAIN FOR THERE IS ALWAYS TOMORROW"



--------------/Seasons

I am no perspicacious erudite King (believe me) resting his chin
on his palm dysphoric peering out the lattice of the window nearest
his throne of romance for sun praying in earnest,
but its something like that

Over the land of love I wish to establish authority but impotence
greets me washing my face in the basin of water my servant
of anxiousness over beautiful women fetches for me in front of the mirror
of your absence...and the ground of my exuberance is becoming brittle

When you were my waitress it was late spring kneeling before early
summer a jovial fete in my royal court pleasant and fecund the streams
of my passion teeming with fish of joy the farms sprouting with new growth
sundry crops of my devotion in getting to know you and falling in love
hope was grain plentiful and every desire and demand and fastidious
subject subservient to my dreams for the perfect wife were sated

Excitement was a burly garrison graciously guarding the immaculate
castle of my affection for you, the walls impeccable, stainless, unsullied
in your company the state of the union of my happiness was fortified
strong

But when you left it got cold and the funds in the treasury of my optimism
frittered away the fall winds of loneliness blew over all towns
of my yearning for us to be together... and dark clouds
the army of my confidence deserted me and the farmers
of my perseverance absconded
villagers of cynicism, formerly mirth bellow

The walls, the gate of my enchantment crumble, stone rolling in front of
fallen stone. Winter of desolation approaches,
snow of shameful self loathing sulks towards me.
The priests of trust and belief in amity
sacrifice no more sacrificing to the idols of lust and anger.
The farm animals of my sanity bray and hiss at their owners.
Because you werent at Champps during my last visit, This is my time to weep to mourn to die to cry

And for the enemies of my heart, a time for war, a time to rend my destiny
to cast away my resolve

But for my sake....for you....it is the time to come back to Champps
the time to heal my soul, to plant a kiss on my lips in fresh soil
to sew up my charity and speak lovingly into my ear.
To gather the stones together of my weakened spirit and
rescue this King Solomon of moping from his despair
(wishing for spring and summer harvests of your pretty face again)



---------/
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.


-----When the Sun Sleeps, Lyrics

I thought you'd come back at least I prayed (so I prayed)
The romance has been dead (the romance is dead, the romance is dead)
For years (you come back)
But I've been too afraid to dig the grave (so I prayed)
Relief support never came

Memories carry me through the day
Of when we were kids
And angels came to watch us play

Close my eyes, just for tonight
The sun still sleeps, and when she wakes
Close my eyes, just for tonight
The sun still sleeps, and when she wakes

A movie that plays in my mind
Remembering you helps me survive
Every day a re-run of the next
I promised to stay by your side
That all would change, I can't complain
Another victim of the game

Close my eyes, just for tonight
The sun still sleeps, and when she wakes
Close my eyes, just for tonight
The sun still sleeps, and when she wakes

Maybe love will find us again
For there is always tomorrow
Sincerely till the end
Close my eyes just for tonight
The sun still sleeps and when she wakes,
Close my eyes just for tonight
The sun still sleeps and when she wakes

Close my eyes, just for tonight
The sun still sleeps, and when she wakes
Close my eyes, just for tonight
The sun still sleeps, and when she wakes

You'll be a memory (be a memory)
You'll be a memory (be a memory)
You'll be a memory (be a memory)
You'll be a memory, memory, memory, memory.

--------------A Plain Morning lyrics

It's yet to be determined,
but the air is thick,
and my hope is feeling worn.
I'm missing home,
and I'm glad you're not a part of this,
there's parts of me that will be missed.
And the phone is always dead to me,
so I can't tell you the temperature is dropping
and it feels like.

It's colder than it ought to be in March
and I still got a day or two ahead of me
till I'll be heading home,
into your arms again.
And the people here are asking after you.
It doesn't make it easier.
It doesn't make it easier to be away.(to be away)

I'd like to hire a plane.(a plane)
I'd see you in the morning, (morning)
when the day is fresh.
I'm coming home again. (I'm coming home again)
Coming home again. (again)
Coming home again. (again)
When the day is fresh,
I'm coming home again.(I'm coming home again)

But it's warmer where you're waiting.
It feels more like July.
There's pillows in their cases,
and one of those is mine.
And you wrote the words "I love you",
and sprayed it with perfume.
It's better than the fire is
to heat this lonely room.
It's warmer where you're waiting
It feels more like July.
It feels more like July.

It's yet to be determined,
but the air is thick,
and my hope is feeling worn.
I'm missing home,
and I'm glad you're not a part of this,
there's parts of me that will be missed.
And the phone is always dead to me,
so I can't tell you the temperature is dropping
and it feels like.

It's colder than it ought to be in March
and I still got a day or two ahead of me
till I'll be heading home,
into your arms again.
And the people here are asking after you.
It doesn't make it easier. (easier)
It doesn't make it easier to be away.(to be away)

I'd like to hire a plane.(a plane)
I'd see you in the morning, (morning)
when the day is fresh.
I'm coming home again. (I'm coming home again)
Coming home again. (again)
Coming home again. (again)
When the day is fresh,
I'm coming home again.(I'm coming home again)

EYES GLUED SHUT (Deep In Yo Cupz)

[The setting: The Last Supper Meal with Jesus and his disciples in a large upper room of a Jewish house. In the center of the room is a large rectangular wooden table raised just about two feet above the ground and interspersed with three candles between the main entrees served. Silver cups of wine and wooden plates of lamb, herbs, bread, etc are set before each guest. A window on the east wall provides access to setting sunlight, which when interacting with the the light from the candles, provides a sacred two toned luminescent hue with orange and yellow glow refracting off the walls and table. The west wall is decorated with various frescos and has a cabinet and a few chairs set against it. Jesus sits in the center of the table in front of the window pouring wine from a glass bottle into each cup of his disciples. Tony and Trey Songz sit on the chairs against the west wall.]

[Tony]: Yo Trey, what the deal homie!

[Trey]: Aint nothing much homie, bout to get bent tonight. Party with the girls, you know, live it up man. You never know when its your last...feel me?

[Tony]: Word?

[Trey]: ...yeah son....what about you?

[Tony]: ....I dont know son. I might just chill with my homies here, you know the twelve disciples. This is our final meeting before Jesus dies.

[Trey]: Well....bottoms up N****a!!! Lets drink with these mothaF&***s!!!! All for one and one for all nig!

BOTTOMS UP, BOTTOMS UP!!!! CHECK OUT TREY IN CONCERT YALL!!! CLICK DIS LINK SON


[[SAFE HOUSE - W/ DENZEL WASHINGTON AND RYAN REYNOLDS

MY FAVE QUOTES:
"when you realize you've got more past than future...you'll learn"

" And for you, what’s in that glass right now… for you is as good as it's ever gonna be"]]


------------------/ Closing Our Eyes Together; Jesus's Thoughts As He Raises The Cup Of His Blood In The Air (The Last Time)


The last glimmers of sunlight in a room uneasy afraid of the unknown
melancholy morphs into nostalgia greeting death with courage
accompanied by my only friends. What shall we say
about this night
Its distinctness
That its not like the ecstasy of walking on water or the madness
of driving out morally callous from sacred places censuring commerce
in the temple braiding cords or exorcising demon into sheep startled
at their wisdom of choosing death rather than torment nor is it
the thrill tinged with comfort at raising a daughter from the dead
the ruddiness in her cheeks later her mom twirling her hair.
These are the last moments of mirth before misery mars this accord
forever
wistful wonder at the path of innocence we embarked on together
fishing in boats of their fathers, or naively collecting taxes unaffected
at the injustice marveling at our fresh faces then...before John the Baptist
died raising awareness of higher stakes that righteousness is perilousness
attended by steep costs.
The parting words of my father "Jesus, stay the course." A heart
partially turned uncaring this life is the wife I will never have this love
is sexless and childless. Nicodemus bound by indenture servitude
to both sadness and joy, emptiness and hope. As a boy
I somewhat admired the Pharisees. seething and scolding now the
Sadducees scathe
my every word sinisterly and what will become of these children
I leave, sure to scatter in my wake. If only we could perpetuate jubilant
moments frozen in time the wedding feast at Cana or jovial feasting
at Zacchaeus' lounging with Lazarus, Martha, Mary always.
I close my eyes one last time embracing youth
these memories as bread my thirty three years as wine
memorial to happiness remembrance of the past

.......wishing we never had to grow old


(Praying for perseverance into the New Future)

-----Mark 14:22-25
And as they did eat, Jesus took bread, and blessed, and brake it, and gave to them, and said, Take, eat: this is my body. And he took the cup, and when he had given thanks, he gave it to them: and they all drank of it. And he said unto them, This is my blood of the new testament, which is shed for many. Verily I say unto you, I will drink no more of the fruit of the vine, until that day that I drink it new in the kingdom of God.


-------Bottoms Up Lyrics

"Bottoms Up"

[Intro]
Yeaaah
Come on
Its mister steal yo girl [x2]
Ay girl [x5]
Let's go

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Ay whats in ya cup
Got a couple bottles
But a couple aint enough
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Pocket full of green
Girl you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Throw yo hands up
Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms

[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
You know what it is
Girl we back up in this thang (thang)
Money stay in my pocket
Girl I'm like a walkin bank (bank)
Tell me what you drank (drank)
Tell me what you thank (thank)
If I go get these bottles we go alcohol insane (insane)

Callin all the girls (girls)
Do you hear me
All around the world (world)
City to city (city)

Cheers to the girls
Throw duece to the guys
Now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride
Gettin loose in the ride
Hatin ass ni**** you can move to the move to the move to the side

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Ay whats in ya cup
Got a couple bottles
But a couple aint enough
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Pocket full of green
Girl you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Throw yo hands up
Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
My visions blurred (come on)
My words slurred (come on)
Its jam packed (yeaa)
A million girls (ay)
And I aint trynna leave tho
We drunk so let me be yo alcohol hero

Callin all the girls (girls)
Do you hear me (girl)
All around the world (world)
City to city (yeeaahhh)

Cheers to the girls
Throw duece to the guys
Now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride
Gettin loose in the ride
Hatin ass nigga you can move to the move to the move to the side

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Ay whats in ya cup
Got a couple bottles
But a couple aint enough
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Pocket full of green
Girl you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up bottoms up (up) ([Nicki Minaj:] uh huh)
Throw yo hands up ([Nicki Minaj:] uh)
Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms ([Nicki Minaj:] uh yo)

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Can I get that 'tron
Can I get that Remmy
Can I get that Coke
Can I get that Henny
Can I get that Margarita on the rock rock rock
Can I get salt all around that rim rim rim rim
Trey
I was like yo trey
Do you think you can buy me a bottle of Rose
Okay lets get it now
I'm wit a bad bitch he's wit his friends
I don't say "Hi", I say "Keys to the Benz"
Keys to the Benz? Keys to the Benz!
Mother**** right yeah weed to the 10
If a b*** try to get cute ima stomp her
Throw alotta money at her then yell f*** her
F**** her f**** her then yell f**** her
Then I'm go and get my louisville slugger
Excuse me I'm sorry I'm really such a lady
I rep young money
You know Slim, Baby?
And we be doin donuts while we wave in the 3-80
We give alot of money to the babies out in haiti
Yellin all around the world
Do you hear me? Do you like my body?
Anna Nicki
Rest in peace to anna nicole smith
Yes, my dear, you're so explosive
Say hi to Mary, Mary and Joseph
Now bottoms up and double my dosage

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Ay whats in ya cup
Got a couple bottles
But a couple aint enough
(Turn you) bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Pocket full of green
Girl you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Throw yo hands up
Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms
Bottoms up

Do I Ever Get The Girl? (Dearest Future Wife)

*dedicated to Dashboard Confessional, This Ruined Puzzle

GIVE THE CLASSIC SONG A LISTEN!!! CLICK DAT LINK!!!
http://youtu.be/zQiKLs6-JlU


Galatians 6:9
Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.


--------------/Do I Ever Get The Girl?

Dearest My Future Wife,
Aged faithfulness is a ledge and frequently I dangle. I often think you
are people that you arent; this mistakenness is a wind gust
Barbara, Jennifer, Meaghan C., Anne zephyrs at first
but cumulatively a rushing gale. My passion for sex for drunkenness
promiscuity and unrestrained mirth suppressed but prolonged singleness
like this is inertia welling up frustration becoming vertigo. You are the moon
at which I close my eyes and gaze ideally but the pornography Im beholden to flickering stars slightly appeasing tempts to tide me over in your stay
of absence reaching for fleeting pleasures, a reckless gait.
Notwithstanding sometimes I desire to fall a suicidal leap of salaciousness
sleeping with women I meet as passing fancies entertaining
hypotheticals of panacea, a night with Chrissy physical play savored
no consequences or attachments but the fulfillment of twirling her hair
kisses across the same pillow; the psychotic dangers of lovelorn
languishing remorse. Conscience however, is my leaden foot stabilizing
my balance though as the years pass it becomes more and more
attenuated. Give me resolve that I dont use my virginity as a hand weight
or a titillating tilt. Pray for my purity, pray against depravity and
teetering
teetering
teetering
Equanimity is equity when the toes of your self control hang
and all you want is ecstasy and carnality looking down
at people already plunged seemingly better off, smirking
sneering at the holdovers they flaunting their flamboyance
and hedonism with abandon; They lied they said their were parachutes
hang gliders, wings on the back of the rash. I want to walk backwards
romantically
so as not to hang my head when we meet over a bitten apple again
us both feeling betrayed.





(In Eden)

--------/This Ruined Puzzle, Lyrics

This ruined puzzle is beige with the pieces all face down
so the placing goes slowly.
The picture's of anything other than it's mean to be.
But the hours they creep,
the patterns repeat.
Don't be concerned, you know I'll be fine on my own.
I never said "don't go."

I've hidden a note,
it's pressed between pages that you've marked to find your way back.
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"
But what if the pages stay pressed,
the chapters unfinished,
the storied too dull to unfold?
Does he ever get the girl?

This basement's a coffin.
I'm buried alive.
I'll die in here just to be safe.
I'll die in here just to be safe.
'Cause you're gone.
I get nothing
and you're off with barely a sigh.
I never said, "Goodbye."

but I've hidden a note,
it's pressed between pages that you've marked to find your way back.
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"

but I've hidden a note,
it's pressed between pages that you'll read if you're so inclined.
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"

But the hours they creep,
the patterns repeat.
Don't be concerned, you know I'll be fine on my own.
I never said "don't go."

Does he ever get the girl?

Final Drudgery Of The Damned's Dictation

*Dedicated to Ishmael
* Dedicated to Whitechapel, Darkest Day of Man
Click the link!!!! You gotta watch this peeps!!! GRRRGGGRR
* Dedicated to Suicide Silence, Hands of a Killer
Click this link and Rock ONNNN!!!!!

Hey guys, ever felt like raging against the system that so unfairly despises you? Then call yourself "Ishmael" for all the wrongs done to you! OK???!!! THATS WHAT I DO!!!!....read on....ROCK ON!!!!! forget them!!! (Like Cee Lo said!)

Maaan peeps, I got censured again for my blog the other day, kicked out another social circle for exercising my right to free speech you know what Im saying? To all my haters out there I have a proclamation: you want me to stop writing? Then love me! Love me like a real mother and father and dont kick me out in the cold wilderness of Beersheba starving for approval and acceptance give me succor instead of feelings of abandonment! A piece of bread and bottle of fleeting compliments aint enough!!! Hey girls! date me instead of dissing me, or at least treat me like Im human and befriend me instead of forever running away. Guys, stop your jealousy and callous disregard and malice! Enfold me in fellowship of brotherhood instead of forming factions to exclude me and/or using aggression against me as expressions of your insecurity! Hey church pastors, talk to me before kicking me out of your church over differences of interpretation over my blog! There's insight into how you stop thejesusmetaphor!!!!! Tell me I belong in your group and that you accept me ...but you won't will you??? NO YOU WONT SO I WILL MAKE MY OWN WAY SOMEHOW... SURVIVING IN POETIC WRATH!!! EVERY HAND AGAINST ME EVERY MAN WOMAN AND CHILD AGAINST ME...BUT I WILL NEVER STOP!!! I WILL...EXPRESS MYSELF....I WILL BLOG!!!! (and quite well, why thank you!) AAAAHHHHRERRRRHHHHHGGGHHHH BWAAHHRRRHHHHHH!!! I AM ....Ishmael! BWWWAAAAARRRGHHHH!


-------------/The Final Drudgery Of The Damned's Dictation; Ishmael's Thoughts (Tossed) Beneath The Shrub


Contrary to what some believe loneliness, derision, repudiation
excommunication are not parasitic to the soul but rather wicked
benefactors nourishing latent hatred within for being born
afflicted. Shivering sobs are food, grinding teeth clenched jaws
water apparitions of the angel of death my sole glimpses of company,
friendship that only the damned know...or can appreciate. Pained
expressions the only smile on my mother's face she or I know, a
father distant uncouth and uncaring a brother bestowed favor spiting
mine relegated to fulfilling the requisite familial balancing act -
the despised. Sarai the snake, venomous womb in your face I scoff
your searing stare speaks language at a pitch a higher frequency
that only the demented linguist can pronounce with forked tongue
...yet their victims understand well, even if only in gesticulations and
hellish hissing code.
I loathe my flesh, I loathe my bones, I loathe my soul
my destiny: a miserly miserable meticulous misanthrope
forever
forever
forever I make war for this unjust existence doled out to me
I vomit out bread of sympathy and bottled water of patronization
the wilderness of Beersheba my fitting temporary asylum alone
vultures circling I envision my bones in their mouth long after breathing
ceases my pillow a rock, the sand my grave.
Sticks and stones accomplices to my rage a bow and arrow
emissaries of my destructive intent love and compassion gibberish
for the weak. My wailing mother abandons her son
(too weak to band together in trial, engendering my aversion to accord)
her shrills a dirge
and war anthem alternately.
I will kill anyone who disturbs my demise, hunt any animal
that refuses to leave me alone

(and let me die)


.....he will be a wild man; his hand will be against every man, and every man's hand against him....
---------------/
[Genesis 16:3-14]
And Sarai Abram's wife took Hagar her maid the Egyptian, after Abram had dwelt ten years in the land of Canaan, and gave her to her husband Abram to be his wife. And he went in unto Hagar, and she conceived: and when she saw that she had conceived, her mistress was despised in her eyes. And Sarai said unto Abram, My wrong be upon thee: I have given my maid into thy bosom; and when she saw that she had conceived, I was despised in her eyes: the Lord judge between me and thee. But Abram said unto Sarai, Behold, thy maid is in thy hand; do to her as it pleaseth thee. And when Sarai dealt hardly with her, she fled from her face. And the angel of the Lord found her by a fountain of water in the wilderness, by the fountain in the way to Shur. And he said, Hagar, Sarai's maid, whence camest thou? and whither wilt thou go? And she said, I flee from the face of my mistress Sarai. And the angel of the Lord said unto her, Return to thy mistress, and submit thyself under her hands. And the angel of the Lord said unto her, I will multiply thy seed exceedingly, that it shall not be numbered for multitude. And the angel of the Lord said unto her, Behold, thou art with child, and shalt bear a son, and shalt call his name Ishmael; because the Lord hath heard thy affliction. And he will be a wild man; his hand will be against every man, and every man's hand against him; and he shall dwell in the presence of all his brethren. And she called the name of the Lord that spake unto her, Thou God seest me: for she said, Have I also here looked after him that seeth me? Wherefore the well was called Beer–lahai–roi; behold, it is between Kadesh and Bered.
[Genesis 21:9-20]
And Sarah saw the son of Hagar the Egyptian, which she had born unto Abraham, mocking. Wherefore she said unto Abraham, Cast out this bondwoman and her son: for the son of this bondwoman shall not be heir with my son, even with Isaac. And the thing was very grievous in Abraham's sight because of his son. And God said unto Abraham, Let it not be grievous in thy sight because of the lad, and because of thy bondwoman; in all that Sarah hath said unto thee, hearken unto her voice; for in Isaac shall thy seed be called. And also of the son of the bondwoman will I make a nation, because he is thy seed. And Abraham rose up early in the morning, and took bread, and a bottle of water, and gave it unto Hagar, putting it on her shoulder, and the child, and sent her away: and she departed, and wandered in the wilderness of Beer–sheba. And the water was spent in the bottle, and she cast the child under one of the shrubs. And she went, and sat her down over against him a good way off, as it were a bowshot: for she said, Let me not see the death of the child. And she sat over against him, and lift up her voice, and wept. And God heard the voice of the lad; and the angel of God called to Hagar out of heaven, and said unto her, What aileth thee, Hagar? fear not; for God hath heard the voice of the lad where he is. Arise, lift up the lad, and hold him in thine hand; for I will make him a great nation. And God opened her eyes, and she saw a well of water; and she went, and filled the bottle with water, and gave the lad drink. And God was with the lad; and he grew, and dwelt in the wilderness, and became an archer.

---------Darkest Hour Of Man, Lyrics

Infatuated with the ignorance
We all pretend to ignore
With the time and preparation
I could be a tyrant and ensure the downfall

I could easily entice you
To kill everything that you love
Kill everything that you love

Your system knows it all
No secrets kept within the walls
I have the plan to
Bring it all down to an end

How the fuck could anyone believe the truth
When the religious fools have endless prophecies?
Bring it all down to an end

I find it amusing when you think it all makes sense
I have the solution
Bring it all down to an end
Bring it all down to an end

Now that I have control of you all
This situation is only getting worse
This situation is only getting worse

The darkest day of man is up on us all
You are all now reborn to serve your purpose well
The darkest day of man is upon us all
Now the world can rest in peace forever

Now the world can rest in peace forever
Now the world can rest in peace forever

Scorned to Shame; Hypotheticals from The Harp

Dedicated to what can never be. What can never, ever....be. A while ago I swear I saw the most beguiling, beautiful woman only to find out she was already hitched. I met her recently, and upon staring into her eyes immediate awareness came to me that she was the one that got away...that in some parallel universe - she is my soul mate. But for now I only have cursed realities of rejection from countless women who could never measure up to her..."P" I love you....from the other side....


--------------/"*P*m*"; Scorned to Shame A Soul Scarred

"P,"
When I first met you I was tall handsome and King over Israel
a man ruddy and carefree spellbinding before the land of
my confidence, hope, belief in future marriage everlasting reigning
revered my exuberance and swagger a strong tower of defense
...stalwart...
and fearless (brimming with optimism: sunny disposition basking in
epic romanticism and tales thereof) in battle against adverse thoughts
of rejection from girls and concomitant sullenness.
But in the field of my daily battles fending off petulant and often
quarrelsome emotions when I saw your green eyes I hasted
rather than waiting for a peace offering of platonic accord
amity with aplomb,
I lost my head before the Philistines of physical attraction slew a burnt offering of lust, love, and luscious passion. (I fell in love with you)
My conscience Samuel condemned me upon hearing news of your husband
I betrayed the divine more of cool indifference I panicked
I forfeited my crown, my right to rule. David is the only pleasant memory
of you afforded me by my anguished psyche, in his absence
only the howling terror of the specter of adultery, the blaring
war horns of an incensed surly spouse scowling, hunting. My soul cowers
in the corner of dread, my ambition for any other relationships slouch shortened in stature shivering and gaunt.
I wont let myself stand
I wont let myself feel emotion for another
I wont forgive myself
Let David, I pray, stand before
me; for he has found favor in my sight. Harmonies from the harp
heroic happiness of the first day we met before innocence lost
soothe and refresh me intermittently - it is only when I pretend
you were never married, and that I met you single that this
evil spirit of censure departs




----1 Samuel 16:1; 21-23
And the Lord said unto Samuel, How long wilt thou mourn for Saul, seeing I have rejected him from reigning over Israel? fill thine horn with oil, and go, I will send thee to Jesse the Beth–lehemite: for I have provided me a king among his sons....And David came to Saul, and stood before him: and he loved him greatly; and he became his armourbearer. And Saul sent to Jesse, saying, Let David, I pray thee, stand before me; for he hath found favour in my sight. And it came to pass, when the evil spirit from God was upon Saul, that David took an harp, and played with his hand: so Saul was refreshed, and was well, and the evil spirit departed from him.

Angelina Jolie, Dat Dress U Wore @ Oscars was Fire!!! Like Manna to A Brothas Worn Soul!!!

-------------/Her Manna


Angie, baby
my throat is dry my knees brittle, weak
scabbed and worn from crawling on hot sands of loneliness
the tongue of my incisive longing for a Woman cleaves
to the roof of my jaw of desperation. I want to leave this vast
arid, boundless Wilderness of Sin, hopelessness never again to face
Elim, the town of my rejection from many girls in my past
because Ive heard of your sexiness in Sinai
because Ive heard of your sexiness in Sinai
relentlessly attempting to press on
to spite the adversity of my conscience that cries out to me
go back the way of Elim, go back to the Egypt of maltreatment from
the girls who turned you down, tore asunder your romantic soul
at least then you had fleshpots of unhealthy attachment, bread of false hope
to the full (dreams draped deceitfully draining optimism)
"There is no way you can snag Angelina Jolie: you surely brought us forth
to be killed of hunger"
but just then, on the precipice of my licking dust direly one last time,
my demise,
your Glory appeared in the cloud of the Oscars on ABC imparting strength
to press on
the black dress you wore was language:
it was Moses mediating mercifully my murmurings making
sure I knew they were acknowledged
your sass (and that exotic red lipstick) was my food
like quail suddenly spawning
deep from within the ground of my fantasies, in the evening
dew of exhilaration
but seeing your leg was like miraculous bread small as hoarfrost
falling from heaven of my wildest dreams propitiously falling
on the ground of all yearnings.


[Now, invigorated
now healthy and well fed with sensual affinity for you, I call
you in that amazing dress "Manna" CUZ WHEN I SAW THAT
LEG I WAS LIKE "MAAAAAAN" "AH" "AH" "AH" (a-mazing!!!)]

ANGIE, I KNOW YOU GOT BRAD, BUT I NEED YOU MORE BAD
THAN THAT CAD BRAD!!! EMAIL ME THEJESUSMETAPHOR@YAHOO.COM!!!
(just kidding Brad Pitt! Dont beat me up)!!!


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Exodus 16:1-15
And they took their journey from Elim, and all the congregation of the children of Israel came unto the wilderness of Sin, which is between Elim and Sinai, on the fifteenth day of the second month after their departing out of the land of Egypt. And the whole congregation of the children of Israel murmured against Moses and Aaron in the wilderness: And the children of Israel said unto them, Would to God we had died by the hand of the Lord in the land of Egypt, when we sat by the flesh pots, and when we did eat bread to the full; for ye have brought us forth into this wilderness, to kill this whole assembly with hunger. Then said the Lord unto Moses, Behold, I will rain bread from heaven for you; and the people shall go out and gather a certain rate every day, that I may prove them, whether they will walk in my law, or no. And it shall come to pass, that on the sixth day they shall prepare that which they bring in; and it shall be twice as much as they gather daily. And Moses and Aaron said unto all the children of Israel, At even, then ye shall know that the Lord hath brought you out from the land of Egypt: And in the morning, then ye shall see the glory of the Lord; for that he heareth your murmurings against the Lord: and what are we, that ye murmur against us? And Moses said, This shall be, when the Lord shall give you in the evening flesh to eat, and in the morning bread to the full; for that the Lord heareth your murmurings which ye murmur against him: and what are we? your murmurings are not against us, but against the Lord. And Moses spake unto Aaron, Say unto all the congregation of the children of Israel, Come near before the Lord: for he hath heard your murmurings. And it came to pass, as Aaron spake unto the whole congregation of the children of Israel, that they looked toward the wilderness, and, behold, the glory of the Lord appeared in the cloud. And the Lord spake unto Moses, saying, I have heard the murmurings of the children of Israel: speak unto them, saying, At even ye shall eat flesh, and in the morning ye shall be filled with bread; and ye shall know that I am the Lord your God. And it came to pass, that at even the quails came up, and covered the camp: and in the morning the dew lay round about the host. And when the dew that lay was gone up, behold, upon the face of the wilderness there lay a small round thing, as small as the hoar frost on the ground. And when the children of Israel saw it, they said one to another, It is manna: for they wist not what it was. And Moses said unto them, This is the bread which the Lord hath given you to eat.

Tony Conti and Biblical Moses Team With Fiddy and Dre (Newest Members of G-Unit???)

[The setting: Dr Dre's recording studio in the basement of his lavish six story mansion, ensconced in a secluded cul de sac eclipsed from arial view by dense foliage, bamboo fenced walls and a grandiose white marble classical fountain, its water funneled from and running down a sculptor's romantic depiction of the greek gods convening on Mount Olympus. Located on HipHop Ave in this moneyed gated community in Oakland, California, Dre, with this mastery of subtlety of architecture and street nomenclature gently reminds his neighbors and potential visitors not to venture up his stone gravel driveway and sidewalk without a worthy business venture in mind. Black panthers roam the yard aimlessly behind the fence. In the basement, Dre Dre and 50cent stand behind a vast menagerie of recording equipment in the control room: audio mixers, outboard gear, microphones, microphone preamplifiers, instrument preamplifiers, huge Polk room speakers, a keyboard, and a Macbook. Tony and Moses are in the vocal booth behind huge soundproof glass panes with Bose headphones (to communicate with Dre and Fiddy) standing before two microphones attached to fixtures nailed and hanging from the ceiling. 50cent is clad in a Yankees cap, black t-shirt, black pants, and timberland boots while Dre has a grey sweatsuit, the shirt collar barely visible due to his large gold chains, and a pair of the newest Michael Jordan shoes. Tony has on his latest lookbook outfit: jeans, a snazzy shirt and some colorful Sanuk Donny shoes. Moses is wearing an ankle length robe, leather sandals, and an impossibly distracting unkempt beard. Dr. Dre and 50cent are obscured from Tony and Moses' view by a cloud of marijauna smoke, however the mannerisms and movements from their silhouettes portray them as having a great time together.]

Tony (befuddled): Yo, Moze.....what are those cats doing back there?

Moses (shrugging his shoulders): I have no clue.

Tony (sighing): oh well....lets just wait for them to give us da dope beat homie
[Tony gives Moses a dap]

Dre (chuckling): Yo Fiddy.....are you sure these guys have what it takes? I mean look at them, one guy is a 31 year old little pathetic underachiever who rents a house with 4 guys and hasnt had a girlfriend in 12 years and this other cat! (Dre's eyes enlarge as he raises his eyebrows, making a pronounced expression of surprise) WOW! This joker comes up here in a robe! What is he, like 50 something? Sheesh man....you find these guys in the back alleys of LA or something?

Fiddy (smiling, laughing): nah, Dre, son...hear me out dude. Im always on the cutting edge of promotion, avant-garde in the realms of discovering niche talent and capitalizing on it! Vitamin water? (Fiddy spreads his arms open and opens his mouth wide) CHA-CHING!

Dre: ....yeah I hear you. But what does that have to do with these losers? What TINY, narrow, narrow, narrow, corner of the market can they fit in? (Dre shakes his head in disbelief)

Fiddy: Trust me Dre! Give these guys a beat, and they...especially that Moses cat...he will turn it out. Kind of like I did with "In Da Club"
[Dre looks at 50 incredulously. A long silence ensues]

Dre and 50: HAAAA HAAAA HAAAAAAAA!

Dre (laughing hysterically): You wrong for that one Fiddy haaaaaaa!!!!!
[Tony and Moses can hear faint laughter through the soundproof glass even with headphones on. All of a sudden Dre tells the two to get ready and a seductive beat with guitar rifts followed by heavy drums trickles into their ears]

Tony (looking at Moses): You ready son?
[Moses nods]

Moses (rapping with his eyes closed shimmying side to side): yo yo yoooooo. YO YO YOOOOOO!!! Y-Y-YA-YA-YOOOOOO! YO YO YO YO YOOOOOOO....yo yo yo yo yo yiggity yo! YOOOOOOOOO, YOOOO ....YO-YO----YOOOOOOO! yah yah..yah...YEH...YOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! yo, yo, yah yah yah yoooooo

Dre (rolling his eyes at Fiddy): The fu** is he doing man? THIS (Dre furrows his brow) is his rap?

Fiddy (stoically then somewhat compasionately): Yo chill Dre...let the boy do his thing.... (a bead of sweat pours from the right side of Fiddy's face that he immediately wipes away)
[Dre puts his face in his cupped hands]

Tony (swaying his body to the beat at first, then slowing as he becomes increasingly concerned):....uhhhhh...buddy....you can start now! Dont waste this bea..

Moses ([interrupting] grimacing then screaming fanatically): YO PHARAOH YOU WANTS TO MESS WITH MEEEEEEEEE???? YOOO-YOOOO.....I'LL HIT MY STICK ON THE GROUND AND MAKE THE WAVES KILL THEEEEEEEE!!! YO-YOO-YOOOOOO

Tony (startled by the yelling then amused at Moses' energy): oh yeah boy!

Dre (lifting his face from his hands, then slowly smiling and looking at Fiddy): ok....OKAY....!!! I LIKE THIS SH**

Fiddy (jumping): I told you BOY!!! I TOLD YOU!!! MY MAN..MOSES GETTING IT IN BOY!!!! I MIGHT HAVE TO DO A CAMEO UP IN THIS BIT**! Thats my man M.Dot.Heezy!!! Jah Jah Jah G---UNIT!

Dre (bobbing his head rubbing his chin): Hmmm...M.Dot.Heezy...I like that!!!!

Moses (spirited): ...YOOOOO! OY OY OY!!! CUZ, SON, CUZ SON!!! WHEN I LOOK AFTER WE CROSS THE RED SEAAAAAAAA....(whispering and swaying side to side)....yo know what I said to my Hebrew peeps...you know what I said my Hebrew peeps.....????....huh?...(pauses)

Tony (looks at Moses anxiously. Then ad-libs lends his vocals): whats dat son?

Moses (smiles at Tony then points to Dre and Fiddy before jumping up and down): LET THE BODIES HIT THE SHORE LET THE BODIES HIT THE SHORE!!!! LET THE BODIES HIT THE SHORE....DONT MESS WITH YAHWEH SON!!! DYING BY DROWNING SON!!! LET THE BODIES HIT THE SHORE!! LET THE BODIES HIT THE SHORE!!! LET THE MOTHA-LOVING EGYPTIAN BODIES HIT THE...

Dre (frenzied, eyes as wide open as before): OOOHHHHH!!!! YEAH! YEAH!! YEAH!!! ITS A HIT!! ITS A HIT!!!

Fiddy (hugging Dre and starting to leap up and down): YEAAAH YEAAAH! GET IT! GET IT MOSES...GET IT M.DOT.HEEZY!!! WOOOOOOOOO!!!
[Fiddy and Dre jump and dance exuberantly in the studio]

Moses: LET THE MUTHA-CLUCKING BODIES EGYPTIAN SOLDIER'S BODIES HIT THE SHORE!!! SHORE SHORE!!!! TO THE PROMISED LAND EGYPT NO (whispers) more...more....more.....

Fiddy (still leaping): G-UNIIIIIIIIITTTTT!!!!

The Thoughts Of an Undocumented Hebrew Slave

---------------/Thoughts Of an Undocumented Hebrew Slave

What do you do when your whole life feels like chasing...Running
after some goal some ideal squelched by those that oppress you
with whips and harsh language of despair disparaging this always
unattainable always distant fanciful thought of a freed life, abounding in joy chained...to the completion of someone's dream someone else's callous
unfeeling pyramid? Laughed to scorn by men with putrid breath rotted teeth perverted minds ogle eyeing your daughters when all you can do to curb
your overabundance of tears is stare at the full moon in the cloudless sky
imagining food not maggot infested bread, drink not dung and horse piss
mingled water national pride not bearing witness to future generations
of your boys your sons servile in both body and spirit to adverse conditions
sulking every where they walk, cringing at the footsteps of the Egyptians.
So when plagues come you dont flinch because yours is a plagued existence
So when locusts invade the land you yawn because your dignity was
invaded and pillaged long ago, and when the firstborn son of Pharaoh dies
you smile....
because his baleful taskmasters killed your firstborn and secondborn sons
a long while ago allowing those that live to be perpetually maimed.
So when emancipation comes
knocking as the angel of death singularly focused
you dont ask questions you flee towards the sea of redemption and newness
clasping fingers of your sister, your mother before this anticipation
calls your bluff and dissipates like every other one of your good dreams
gone awry, hoping to cross to the side of Golden Opportunity, if not
to at least have died washing the stench of slavery off your cadaver. But
in truth you hope to close your eyes when given the opportunity and walk across the Red Sea as dry land...away from here.
And when all is finished to turn around and look back snarling
at the piles of dead Egyptian bodies, those psychoses of Israelite
pessimism and unshakeable angst
piled up on the shores of your past...forever

(haunting your chronology, memories no more)


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Exodus 14:24-31
And it came to pass, that in the morning watch the Lord looked unto the host of the Egyptians through the pillar of fire and of the cloud, and troubled the host of the Egyptians, And took off their chariot wheels, that they drave them heavily: so that the Egyptians said, Let us flee from the face of Israel; for the Lord[ fighteth for them against the Egyptians. And the Lord said unto Moses, Stretch out thine hand over the sea, that the waters may come again upon the Egyptians, upon their chariots, and upon their horsemen. And Moses stretched forth his hand over the sea, and the sea returned to his strength when the morning appeared; and the Egyptians fled against it; and the Lord overthrew the Egyptians in the midst of the sea. And the waters returned, and covered the chariots, and the horsemen, and all the host of Pharaoh that came into the sea after them; there remained not so much as one of them. But the children of Israel walked upon dry land in the midst of the sea; and the waters were a wall unto them on their right hand, and on their left. Thus the Lord saved Israel that day out of the hand of the Egyptians; and Israel saw the Egyptians dead upon the sea shore. And Israel saw that great work which the Lord did upon the Egyptians: and the people feared the Lord, and believed the Lord, and his servant Moses.

Conti and (Sandra) Fluke - The Modern Political Batman and Robin!!!!

[The setting: Tony and Sandra Fluke, together in a GT Bentley Coup, are staked out in front of the red brick three story radio station that broadcasts Rush Limbaugh's nationally syndicated program. Rush is on the second floor entrenched in his broadcast booth, replete with caller board, mixing board, computer and flat screen monitor and a golden microphone affixed to a mechanical arm that holds it in place approximately six inches from his face. Rush is in a seeming state of apoplexy discussing conservative politics to his mass audience with spirited gesticulations and howls, peppered with bits of sarcasm. Tony and Sandra are both wearing Che Guevara t-shirts and matching red head bands, rocking out to Alesana.]

Tony [in the passenger seat. pulling two cigars out of the glove box]: (smirking mischievously albeit pretentiously) Yo Sandra, got a light?

Sandra (looking at Tony in bewilderment): Sorry, I dont smoke.

Tony (a bit dispirited): ....neither do I

Sandra: Then why did you ask me to smoke with you?

Tony (blushing) .....ehhhh, I..I...I dont know. I guess I just wished I was cool, you know. Two cool peoples hanging out in a Bentley getting blazed!!! (voice trailing as he realizes he's beginning to ramble)

Sandra (slightly agitated): Focus Tony! We're here on business....epic business! Instead of drifting and distracting me from the goal I brought you here to be obsequious!

Tony (jolting into an upright position): RIGHT! Lets get Limbaugh! Lets get that SUMBIT...

Sandra (interrupting due to objectionable language): TONY!!!!

Tony (embarassed):....oops! ....(whispering) get errr done?
[Tony puts his chin on his chest in defeat]

Sandra (chuckling, then opening the door): Lets go silly
[Tony and Sandra surreptitiously creep through the front door of the building and take the elevator to Rush's floor...Sandra walking quietly, Tony front rolling and crawling and drawing considerable attention to himself. All the while Sandra is shaking her head; Tony and Sandra enter Rush's studio office and approach him]

Rush (aghast): W...W...WHAAAAT? HOW THE FUUUU

Sandra (cynically delighted): uhhh-huh! Time to pay up fat boy!!!

Tony (yelling): YEAH THATS RIGHT SON! WE UP IN HERE, UP IN HERE! NOW GET ON YOUR KNEES FOOL ....AND TELL ME YOU LOVE ME!!!
[Tony forms his hand into the shape of a gun and mimes a stick-up]

Rush (cowering on the floor, covering his face): Just dont steal my money, tar baby aka Donovan McNabb!!!!

Sandra (chuckling at Tony and dismayed at Rush simultaneously]: shhhhh! stop yelling Tony! No no no Rush get up! And by the way, youre still on air, loose lips!

Rush (standing up, wiping his pants, relieved):.....ohhhhh [looking at Tony] hes black, Sandra not to worry! nobody cares if I insult black people...OOPS!
[Rush pushes the commercial button, stalling the live feed]

Sandra: Now Rush, you've spewed some really vile, deplorable things out of your mouth in the last few days that have truly pricked my soul. You were wrong for all the horrible things you've said about me, and all women writ large! Women have achieved far too much, and garnered to many gains in civil rights in this country for me to allow you to squelch our voices and by association, our importance.

Rush (condescendingly sneering): Now look toots, I already told you I was sorry, okay? How bout you give "good ol sugar daddy" some loving?
[Rush spreads his arms and gestures to Sandra to come hug him]

Sandra (peeved, looking at Tony): ahem! Tony! As we agreed....! (Sandra folds her arms and rolls her eyes at Rush)
[Tony flails his arms in front of his chest, bends them at forty five degree angles putting both of his forearms in front of his face with balled fists. Then he bends his left knee and stretches his right leg forward (in a karate stance) then advances towards Rush.]

Tony(whispering) : Dana White....this is for you! Long live the UFC!!! Anderson Silva beat Chael Sonnen! freeeedddooooommm!

Rush (nervously amused but closely watching Tony move forward): What? I cant hear you gangsta rap boy! What are you? Like 5'7? What are you doing? Midget Bruce Leroy? Man, get out of here...LIL WAYNE!!! GET IT??? HAR HAR HAAAARRRRR!!! (Where's Hannity when I need him?) SECURI-
[Tony kicks Limbaugh in the chin propelling his body backwards into the mixing board, thus snapping his broadcast desk in two. Rush's microphone lands on his head, followed by the monitor the force of the succesive hits knocking him unconscious. Sandra and Tony celebrate with high fives.]

Sandra (smiling at Tony): I guess that's one way to stop his vitriol!

Tony (smiling): Yeah...and hey, I always wanted a golden microphone! Lets get out of here!
[Sandra heads for the elevator while Tony scurries to grab the microphone]

Millstoned

Now Rush, come on dude - its okay to disagree with women, as you can witness in my previous post about Christian women dissing Christian men, and its okay for women to disagree with men, as evidenced by my 12 years of singleness - but its never okay to disparage someone, especially a woman the way you did to Sandra. Abimelech!!!

//But if not, let fire come out from Abimelech, and devour the men of Shechem, and the house of Millo; and let fire come out from the men of Shechem, and from the house of Millo, and devour Abimelech. - Judges 9:20//


------------/'Millstoned'

Indoctrinated to be gracious in a land of opportunity afforded not earned
blown golden trumpets the sound of Jehovah's compassion on your fathers'
Midian plight (limitations on free speech, political foes, technological
challenges to syndication, financial needs) barbaric savages encumbrances
to your future success. A son of Gideon never meant to rule by force but
humility, in retrospect a disc jockey on WIXZ to Clear Channel's archetypal
host, a path forged by serendipity not merit (besides the courage imparted you
by your radio forbearers and the internet age) since most of your challenges
impaled each other with swords years before your birth and by consensus,
with your sixty nine brothers (fellow conservative hosts) their movement
depending on your loyalty, accord.
Malicious metamorphosis
firebrand polemical misanthrope worshipper of Baal
golden microphone as a sharp scandalous salacious sword slaying
threescore and ten of your fellow conservatives
(those that survived did so in sheer terror of your name; servants)
in ratings with fear mongering tactics straw man arguments forcefully
ruling over schechem (the general public) with cruel tyranny
that spawned an evil spirit between you forever - presently realized.
Jotham is the moral conscience of the land you could never kill, plotting
revenge on all those you slander Gaal the son of Ebad
(MSNBC, Rachel Maddow, President Obama) is Decency
you slight with your disparaging personal attacks crying out
who is Abimelech and who is Schechem that we should serve him?
(Dont we as Americans deserve better?)
Inspiring revolt, alternative thinking incensed at resistance you foment aggression culture wars many slain in the name of the conservative agenda
masquerading
as political correctness your wrath murdering the men of schechem as
awareness of your madness comes to the fore anticipating unrivaled
worldwide domination the everlasting reign of haughty arrogance
your seething hatred for women all consuming sanity chased
into the tower of Thebez epithets "slut," "prostitute" shot after them
as arrows intent on destroying contraception.
Sandra Fluke appalled in the window millstone of justice and vindication
heaved on your head hastily cracked.
From your skull the blood of your sponsors, affiliate stations flows
dying in the court of public opinion a half hearted apology
is a young man ordered to draw his sword....obstreperously
blaming the democrats for your death rather than admit the truth
[that your demise is imminent]
that a woman felled a radio despot

(and the principal error of your words and heart)


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Judges 9:48-57
And Abimelech gat him up to mount Zalmon, he and all the people that were with him; and Abimelech took an axe in his hand, and cut down a bough from the trees, and took it, and laid it on his shoulder, and said unto the people that were with him, What ye have seen me do, make haste, and do as I have done. And all the people likewise cut down every man his bough, and followed Abimelech, and put them to the hold, and set the hold on fire upon them; so that all the men of the tower of Shechem died also, about a thousand men and women. Then went Abimelech to Thebez, and encamped against Thebez, and took it. But there was a strong tower within the city, and thither fled all the men and women, and all they of the city, and shut it to them, and gat them up to the top of the tower.And Abimelech came unto the tower, and fought against it, and went hard unto the door of the tower to burn it with fire. And a certain woman cast a piece of a millstone upon Abimelech's head, and all to brake his skull. Then he called hastily unto the young man his armourbearer, and said unto him, Draw thy sword, and slay me, that men say not of me, A woman slew him. And his young man thrust him through, and he died.And when the men of Israel saw that Abimelech was dead, they departed every man unto his place. Thus God rendered the wickedness of Abimelech, which he did unto his father, in slaying his seventy brethren: And all the evil of the men of Shechem did God render upon their heads: and upon them came the curse of Jotham the son of Jerubbaal.