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)



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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.