* Dedicated to Just
Surrender Forgotten Not Forgiven
* Dedicated to Jennifer D, my perpetual muse, my first
obsession….the first girl Ive been “absolutely crazy about,” like I told you –
before you ran away into the arms of another man never to speak to me again.
You were my everything back in 2007, my everything now. The one that got away.
I miss your green eyes. What happened? How can I move on to other girls when
your face is the gatekeeper of my dreams! OH JENN
I need my boys Just Surrender to help me rock out and
anesthetize this pain! WOOOOOOOOO! (click the link to the vid)
[Master, behold, the fig tree which thou cursedst is
withered away]
------------------------/Im a Pathetic Excuse For A Plant
Jennifer….Im Sorry (Fig Dreams)
Jennifer, when I first met you you were glorious
stunning in your aura, resplendent your beauty commanding
as if you had twelve disciples of class, dignity and manners
hanging
at your every word
imploring your sagacious, sexy yet classy advice
when I asked you out to lunch I surmised you were single
hungry
for love for a man to slake your appetite for affection: true
love
to gird your quest to Shepherd the world with your beguiling
green eyes
(buxom bosom)
Messiah born of pure virginal disposition
Your Mother: Queen, she loved me…. whilst you
Guided and healed an Israel (Rockville) devoid of winsome
charismatic girls
professional
the Bethany of immature relationships behind, looking ahead
to heaven
down the path of couples’ opportunity you saw me
you smiled at me seeking figs
you emailed me seeking figs
you went on group lunches with me seeking figs
but I didn’t quite measure up did I? You only saw leaves so
you left
denunciating my heart with the words “no wo-man eat fruit of thee hereafter forever”
you crushed me when you left me for another man depreciating
our status
to “really good friends”
I never fully recuperated from this, my soul withered
Jennifer, baby, I tried to be the man best suited to you, I
tried to love you the best
I possibly could
maybe I scared you off with my three page letter, perhaps I
distracted you
from achieving ultimate salvation for the helpless around you
the time of figs was not yet
you cursedst me, walked away, leaving behind a man who can
never forget you
scarred permanently
or stop dreaming of figs
------------------------Mark 11:12-14; 19-22
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. And
when even was come, he went out of the city. And in the morning, as they passed
by, they saw the fig tree dried up from the roots. And Peter calling to remembrance saith unto
him, Master, behold, the fig tree which thou cursedst is withered away. And
Jesus answering saith unto them, Have faith in God.
-------------------------------/Forgotten Not Forgiven
Lyrics
I'm watching your eyes move slowly
Up and down my silhouette,
And I wonder if you get it yet.
This is the last time I crawl away on these broken knees,
And don't you wish it all would be okay?
“Promise me you'll forget me,”
You said as you walked away.
“Don't hold on… please… let go of me…”
You make it so hard to leave.
And I can't breathe without you here
For fear I'll catch your scent.
And we both know how bad I get.
I don't do well or dwell in change.
And don't you know that
Three small words could make this all okay?
“Promise me you'll forget me,”
You said as you walked away.
“Don't hold on… please… let go of me…”
You make it so hard to leave.
You promise me
You'll never forget me.
You promise me
You'll never forget…
“Promise me you'll forget me,”
You said as you walked away.
“Don't hold on… please… let go of me…”
You make it so hard to leave.
“You promise (YOU) me (PRO) you'll (MISE) forget (ME) me,”
You said as you walked away.
“You promise (YOU'LL) me (FOR) you’ll (GET) forget (ME) me.”
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