Puerto Rican Honey On a Philistine Battlefield (I [By Accident] Kissed a Girl and I Liked It)

Dedicated To Sixpence None The Richer, Kiss Me

OMFG – OH MY FREAKIN GORSH!!!! For the first time in thirteen years….I kissed a girl (by accident, trust me...was NOT expecting this tonight) AND I LIKED IT!!!! --((SORRY KATY PERRY!!)) OMFG!!!! Fireworks have been set off in my heart right now, albeit in an enigmatic, ambiguous sense; You see, I didn’t mean to kiss this girl at all…the situation and sequence of events is complicated….and I cant delve into or disclose any of the details to safeguard anonymity of said person (…because she has a man, and didn’t intentionally seek out this result), BUT MAN!!! I FELT AS IF MY LEGS WERE GOING TO GIVE WAY! (Im practically shaking now!) Ahhhh  the anguish, the distress of soul! I wanted to wait until marriage for a kiss and now THIS!!!! I see stars! Im punch drunk! I didn’t even put chapstick on! Sheesh!  What could this mean? Why am I sharing this by the way? CAUSE IM A POET/BLOGGER – AND MY FOLLWERS WOULD BE LIVID IF I DIDN’T FIND SOME WAY TO POETICIZE AND ROMANTICIZE THIS OCCURRENCE! Man my heart is beating with abandon! Swoon swoon! I feel like I will faint soon if I keep dwelling on this!

---------------------------/Puerto Rican Honey On a Philistine Battlefield

I think, V, my love life before kissing you was a Philistine battle

sharpening my spears of resentment against soldiers of singleness raging

my skin full of scabs (from scars) of female rejection

eyes darkened, brow thick and primordial bitter retaliation my only intent

daggers (of wit) flung on the plains, daggers (of paranoia) in my palm

ready to roll my eyes reflexively at any girl who looked at me askance

hatred

I would hurt your emotions before you hurt mine romance was self defense

Dichotomizing sexes Jew vs Gentile Innocent vs guilty loved vs lovelorn

dating is an oath sworn to curse vulnerability and happiness

for thirteen years going on infinity

to forsake trust until I could be avenged of mine enemies

until I came upon someone who wouldn’t diss me to play games

deriving merriment from my pain

your lips soft, the war is won

I was carrying a rod of secret desire

perhaps subconsciously seeking something sweet to offset the sour

your presence

your soul, your black hair, olive complexion sweet,

your sass sticky, when I gaze into your eyes its like putting my hands in my mouth

enlightened

one kiss to revolutionize thought reinvigorate the mind prostrate the heart

I have tasted honey…and I don’t know if I or love

will ever be the same

----------------1 Samuel 14:24-29

And the men of Israel were distressed that day: for Saul had adjured the people, saying, Cursed be the man that eateth any food until evening, that I may be avenged on mine enemies. So none of the people tasted any food. And all they of the land came to a wood; and there was honey upon the ground. And when the people were come into the wood, behold, the honey dropped; but no man put his hand to his mouth: for the people feared the oath. But Jonathan heard not when his father charged the people with the oath: wherefore he put forth the end of the rod that was in his hand, and dipped it in an honeycomb, and put his hand to his mouth; and his eyes were enlightened. Then answered one of the people, and said, Thy father straitly charged the people with an oath, saying, Cursed be the man that eateth any food this day. And the people were faint. Then said Jonathan, My father hath troubled the land: see, I pray you, how mine eyes have been enlightened, because I tasted a little of this honey.

----Kiss Me Lyrics

Kiss me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.

[Chorus:]
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me

Kiss me down by the broken tree house
Swing me upon its hanging tire
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map

[Chorus (repeat)]

From the Lofts of Deceit

----------------------------/From the Lofts of Deceit; Acts Chronicles Chapter 20: The Thoughts of Eutychus After Coming To From His Fall

Sometimes, but not often, you hear words that cause epiphanous doubt

phrases of hope eulogies of harmful things, deleterious things

that transpose your natural order of thought:

there are second chances, redemption shaking hands with destiny

a deal made to settle and abolish mankind’s shame

and that the man you are speaks nothing to the man you can be, proscriptions

on living in another’s expectations

and/or scrupulosity

….and when you listen you fancy everything that preceded it

Just a dream

you never knew consciousness

or liberation or joy or elation, your personhood a star in the sky

of fantasies waiting to be born…

cues like salvation, forgiveness, new beginnings like jostling and shaking

of a midwife

blood drenching your hair, the harrowing entry into the world from the womb

like a thunderous crash from the third loft of the memory of another existence

inchoate and dire, vacuous and languid

the voice of Paul ,the gospel, the dawning of a new day, a rooster crowing

every other tongue and language lullabies of naiveté

it is then,

waking up, flanked by crowds of concerned men, that you realize and reckon illusions

that life will never be the same, and

you can never fall asleep again

you were dead to sensibility you were at rest

but now finally wide awake

and free to walk in your own truth

(walk away from what you once were)

--------------------Acts 20:6-12

And we sailed away from Philippi after the days of unleavened bread, and came unto them to Troas in five days; where we abode seven days. And upon the first day of the week, when the disciples came together to break bread, Paul preached unto them, ready to depart on the morrow; and continued his speech until midnight. And there were many lights in the upper chamber, where they were gathered together. And there sat in a window a certain young man named Eutychus, being fallen into a deep sleep: and as Paul was long preaching, he sunk down with sleep, and fell down from the third loft, and was taken up dead. And Paul went down, and fell on him, and embracing him said, Trouble not yourselves; for his life is in him. When he therefore was come up again, and had broken bread, and eaten, and talked a long while, even till break of day, so he departed. And they brought the young man alive, and were not a little comforted.

Five Years Going On Five Seconds, Jennifer D.

* dedicated to Jennifer D.

Its been five years, Jennifer, yet it only seems like yesterday that I professed my affinity for you (in a long email) causing you subsequently to run away. When I saw you today, gorgeous in red, it felt like 2007 all over again; I was bedazzled and beguiled like it was 2007 all over again. Nothing has changed, when we met eyes around 1:30pm these five years apart from you experientially felt like a mere five seconds, during which time I have known no one and wanted no one else, all other talk to the contrary by me has  been delusion from a man ranting to assuage the pangs of your rejection. I know I should probably let bygones be bygones, but I still find the prospect of you and I together alluring….you are honestly one of the only women in this world for whom I would get on my hands and knees and beg for the redemption of romantic possibilities. Jennifer, I have it so bad for you, all these years Ive tried to gloss over and neglect my love for you, yet instead of withering and dying, my desire for you has only festered. I know this is all wrong, and I know youre wrong for me, and I for you (I guess)….but I cant help but look back and wonder. I want you so bad Jenn, I want you so bad….please Im begging….*sigh*

-----------------------/Forgive Me For Looking Back

Brimstone and fire have fallen on the life we left behind

you and your (then) boyfriend to Zoar, me to the oblivion of a lover rejected

living in denial lusting for what once was

(I haven’t even considered where I should next go)

I didn’t want to leave what we had in 2007 screaming dragged away

by an angel of mercy on poor bewildered hearts

was my passion perverse yearnings dissolute? All I wanted

was to stare into your green eyes forever before the altar first

next to you in bed subsequently thereafter. Jenn answer me

was my love for you Sodom

was my hope and expectation Gomorrah, craven tawdry lecherous men

trolling for a victim to rape and dismember

that the cities of my affection for you were thus incinerated, memories

of our emails, group lunches, your Christmas party at your house

dust and ash

relics and rubble of failure? The exemplification of peoples

forsaking God (of romance)

I am a ditzy wife then, a naively optimistic spouse

to your Lot of sensibility attempting to strong arm my acquiescence

to a friendship with no chance of a prolonged tongue kiss

as husband and wife

I would rather die, I would rather be

salt
inglorious forever, shamed 

(single forever)

-----------------Genesis 19:23-26

The sun was risen upon the earth when Lot entered into Zoar. Then the Lord rained upon Sodom and upon Gomorrah brimstone and fire from the Lord out of heaven; And he overthrew those cities, and all the plain, and all the inhabitants of the cities, and that which grew upon the ground. But his wife looked back from behind him, and she became a pillar of salt.

Joe Excited/Exasperated....?

[The setting: The cave of Jesus’ birth. Jesus, who has just been born, reposes, wrapped in swaddling cloth, in the warm, vibrant bosom of His Mother Mary, also asleep on the bosom of Joseph her husband, all leaning against the stone wall in the deepest recess of the cave.  A few sheep, oxen, coats and camels flank the Holy Family on all sides. An occasional braying, or rustling of the animals interrupt the silence of the night. The three wise men are en route to the scene, about twenty miles away. Tony sits on the back of a sheep (both legs hanging from the left side) standing directly in front of Joseph. A lone candle flickers next to Mary, providing dim but sufficient lighting for conversation.]

Tony (jubilant): DAAAANG SON! LOOK AT THE BABY JESUS SON!!! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Joseph (chagrinned by Tony’s cacophonous tone): SHHHHHHHH! ……(speaking in hushed tones) the Baby and His Mother are sleeping! Shhhhhhhh!

Tony (slightly embarrassed and blushing, also speaking in a hushed tone): my bad Joe! ..Can I call you Joe??? You know, short for Joseph?? As in big daddy Joseph, aka Cadillac big pimpin??? …uh…nevermind. I was just so excited to see sweet baby jebus over there! Oh sweet little baby jebus, you are sooooo kah-yooooot!

Joseph (looking at Jesus romantically): yes, He is a wonder to behold. My boy! Im so proud as a father, Tony, you just don’t know….(Joseph exhales breaths of joy and ecstasy)

Tony: yeah…so why you guys not in the four seasons hotel son? Why my man, the King of Kings aint lounging up in the Trump Tower, son son? Room service (Tony raises his voice) FO’ LIFE!!!!

Joseph (looking at Mary to assure that her sleep hasn’t been interrupted, then looking askance at Tony): SHHHHHHHH!!! …….what?!!!

Tony (embarrassed again): …..nevermind, that’s twenty first century lingo you wouldn’t know….you could never know, Will Ferrell tee hee! I WILL NOT EAT CAT POOP! ....er...ehhhh....Anyways, I just figured the royal family would be in royal lodging that’s all my dude.

Joseph (looking pensively into space): …you know Tony…..I was wondering the same thing…..

* Dedicated to St. Joseph, spiritual father. Pray for me

------------------------/Anxious Aspirations, Angelic; The Thoughts Of Joseph As He Held and Looked At Mary Sleeping The Night Of Jesus’ Birth

Silhouettes of clumped humans hugging cast against a cave wall

at a goat’s breath dance,

a delicate drama downplaying the direness of a dour birth

deplorable and dank caves filled with dung from camels and sheep

heaven’s travesty, the world’s delusion, perhaps

the presentiments of a father pressed

to guard what he cannot see, defend what he cannot comprehend

love a woman, he barely knows coddle a child unrelated

yet on him the world dependent

and the angels call on me to strong-arm salvation

from the jaws of Roman rule safeguard our yearned for savior

protecting a baby born to an ignoble, insignificant Jew

from spears of snarling sieges, soldiers

yet all I can muster is the sigh of a feeble man head in my arms

trying to rock myself to sleep ameliorate the worry and doubt

in my mind I hear the echoes of the prophets killed, mocked

competing with the reverberations of hope our ancestors

shouted from Egypt waves crashing on foes behind them

the indelible angst of Pharaoh on opposite shores

the indelible angst of  Pharaoh on opposite shores shared

haunted by snakes in the manger slithering whispers

my wife is a dissolute whore

slithering whispers apparitions of angels are my deranged

hallucinations compensating for an otherwise pointless life

Mary innocent, the Child naïve

everything, whether good or evil hinges on me the choice

to hope, holdfast to faith and believe

or get up and walk away

unnoticed whilst they sleep

(and they locked in a dream)

--------------------/

Luke 2:4-8

And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:) To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child. And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered. And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn. And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.

Cyrus King of Persia, in Bethesda Maryland

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Its soooooooo cold outside, what? maybe forty, forty one degrees? But baby guuuuurrrrrrrlllll you make it OH SO HAWT! Im sweating, if I closed my eyes and dreamt of you, I could even say its balmy! Winter what? Winter WHO?????

* dedicated to the (white) girl I saw earlier this morning in Bethesda, MD with shorts on, a sparkling diamond in the rough environs of winter coats, scarves, and dowdy mittens! FROST-TASTIC!

---------------------/ Cyrus King of Persia….er…I mean BETHESDA, MARYLAND!!!

Babylonian hegemonic winter winds of dowdiness blow homely outmoded scarves

baggy sweater oppression in Bethesda, mittens of cruelty on women’s hands

gaudy gawky ostentatious boots veil and suppress calves’ creativity

(it is the edict of a monstrous monarch!…melancholy-

Nebuchadnezzar)

and emancipation women weep, snarling cruel tyrant, murderer of fashion

yoga pants cloaked decimated by knee length pea coat savageness, noses red

 the mark  of the beast imposed, and the hot knees uncomfortable

swag like young maidens and children buried, leave their memories in summer

leave their memories’ in summer 

(then, girls had a temple of sleek color coordinateness)

when King Solomon of sass reigned its as if this season: captivity

binds all Israelites in chains except the Persian rebels:

white girls in shorts, such a  fascist display

uprooting the haughty imperious and redefining seasonal femininity

the signature of confidence, carefree defiance and bodacious strength

flexing sneakers with no socks in the face of booties, crocs, riding boots

overthrowing Babylon

You are chilly sexiness liberating the passions of all who behold subduing all tacky

nations before you; your style will loose the loins of kings,  and open before you
two leaved gates

of daringness, of boldness, of exposing your legs to the frost 

yet marvelously unaffected;

beneficent precedence like a gate open; and the gates shall not be shut;  

when desire dies zigzags you make the crooked places straight:shorts forever!

you will break in pieces the gates of dull brass, and cut in sunder 

the bars of iron sloppiness

DC/MD/VA women will take notice and kneel, in obeisance

your skin smooth, radiant alabaster

hidden riches of secret places of zeal of the type of girl I have always wanted

my drool turns to ice cycles, back to drool a warm front approaches

an army to herald the diaspora’s demise a return to Jerusalem

the Shepherd of the chosen people come to set my lethargic hypothermic heart

excited and free….hawtness has called you by name:

Cyrus

-------------------/

Isaiah 44:27-45:7

That saith to the deep, Be dry, and I will dry up thy rivers: That saith of Cyrus, He is my shepherd, and shall perform all my pleasure: even saying to Jerusalem, Thou shalt be built; and to the temple, Thy foundation shall be laid. Thus saith the Lord to his anointed, to Cyrus, whose right hand I have holden, to subdue nations before him; and I will loose the loins of kings, to open before him the two leaved gates; and the gates shall not be shut; I will go before thee, and make the crooked places straight: I will break in pieces the gates of brass, and cut in sunder the bars of iron: And I will give thee the treasures of darkness, and hidden riches of secret places, that thou mayest know that I, the Lord, which call thee by thy name, am the God of Israel. For Jacob my servant's sake, and Israel mine elect, I have even called thee by thy name: I have surnamed thee, though thou hast not known me. I am the Lord, and there is none else, there is no God beside me: I girded thee, though thou hast not known me: That they may know from the rising of the sun, and from the west, that there is none beside me. I am the Lord, and there is none else. I form the light, and create darkness: I make peace, and create evil: I the Lord do all these things.

2 Chronicles 36:22-23

Now in the first year of Cyrus king of Persia, that the word of The Lord spoken by the mouth of Jeremiah might be accomplished, The Lord stirred up the spirit of Cyrus king of Persia, that he made a proclamation throughout all his kingdom, and put it also in writing, saying, Thus saith Cyrus king of Persia, All the kingdoms of the earth hath The Lord God of heaven given me; and he hath charged me to build him an house in Jerusalem, which is in Judah. Who is there among you of all His people? The Lord his God be with him, and let him go up.