My Revenge Girlfriend

Maaaaan, here we goes again, yall! Heres wes goes! In my best TUPAC voice: HAIL MAAAAARAY!

Okay so look here man. You guys might postulate that I want a PIPING HOT BABE! For purely visual and physical reasons….why yes, BUT! Sike! Just kidding. Hey, oh boy, this is gonna be an emotional one!

(As an aside, have you ever written something and the process of doing so felt like death? THAT’S HOW IT IS EVERYTIME I WRITE!)

HEY VIRGIN MARY PASS ME A BEER!

Virgin Mary:  no

Fiiiiine! Sheesh! I know YOU DON’T WANT ME TO GET DRUNK! Fiiiinee *sigh* I’ll just get drunk with the Spirit! Its just I need something to relax me, ease a bit of this unbearable tension!

Okay look, lets get down to the nitty gritty! I want a babe! I want a wife! I’ll start a chant: I WANT A WIFE I WANT A WIFE I WANT A WIFE. GET A WIFE = HAPPY LIFE! But like I said before, this desire aint for the traditional reasons to which you might attribute. I want a wife, solely, and indubitably for…….REVENGE!

CAN I GET AN AMEN?????!!!! Virgin Mary, pray for me

* Dedicated to every girl who ever dissed me. Namely! Kina, J*ne, Jennifer, Ann, Becky, Leah, Meg, Wit*, Lisa, Bethany 

* Dedicated to my future wife....um.....maybe she's Taylor Swift!!! Shes too good for me! D'oh!!!

------------------------------------/Her New Name – This is Revenge

Satan is a snake slithering spewing

lies, sophistry the false hope that my love was a garden, prosaic

whispers in your ear “yet there is more”

I only asked that you love me, that you understand my devotion’s severity

to trust that my love was enough for our eternity;

heavenly bliss of kisses forever

that there need be no knowledge of good

nor recognition of evil (outside the warmth of you in my arms)

but you spit on the tree. Visions of prosperity, pleasing to the mind’s eye

my offer, trite your eyes opened; other men richer, stronger, taller

skewed morality, I forever bad

my heartbreak angels with banishing flaming swords my tears

like gale force winds, uprooted shrubs, flowers, innocence in paradise (now lost)

disrupting order with seeds of chaos, and resignation stitched

animal hides, compassion sewn to keep you warm fashions

of eschewal

Eve was a whore

Eden was mirage, a distasteful deception. If the command

was to live in endless passion as a man and woman in unfettered euphoria

yours was the sin

because I used to dream at night, us creating sex in our image

and the children of our choices not wraiths of regret murdering each other  

the gates closed on lover’s destiny, whilst new preparations made

four thousand years for the scars to heal

my new woman

my new wife

my new Eve

will hate snakes, crushing its head of vile acrimony

while kissing me and holding my waist. Romancing me

to undo your treachery

(Her new name: Mary)

---------------Genesis 3:15

And I will put enmity between thee and the woman, and between thy seed and her seed; it shall bruise thy head, and thou shalt bruise his heel

To Be Free

[The setting: Tony, Moses and Aaron are huddled before Pharaoh’s throne conferencing and consensus building on how best to request freedom for the Israelites. Six burly, grizzled, and fierce Egyptian soldiers (who have fixed their searing critical gaze on the huddled men) flank the throne, three on the left and three on the right sides. Pharaoh’s throne room is ornate and bedecked with innumerable colored stones, diamonds, and gold vessels. A thin strip of silk carpet dyed vivid purple running lengthwise across the room seduces visitors from the outer courtyard to the feet of the guards. Golden clamps secure torches birthing effulgent flames. Magicians adorned in gaudy, colorful robes (nervously clasping thick sycamore staffs with bronze tips)  and with faces painted stare stoically at Moses and Aaron. ]

Tony (downright giddy from being in the presence of Moses and Aaron): what up my nuggahs!??? Nah mean? (looking at Moses) What it do BABY BOY????!!!

Aaron (looking at Tony with a look as chagrinned as it is confused, but addressing Moses): Listen, let us be strong. No fear, the Lord shall be with us. Our people…they suffer….they need deliverance.

Moses (battling anxiety): *sigh* Such a domineering presence, what shall we say? What if…what if…..

Tony (sporting a condescending smirk): maaaaane! (yelling) FORGET THAT PUNK!!! What! What! Man, we gonna run up in dere, beat that bast- …oops…beat that bamma DOWNNNN!!! YOU DON’T WANT IT PHARAOH YOU DON’T WANT IT!!!! RG3! RG3! MVP! M-V-P!!! WE FITTIN TO BEAT YOU DOWN CLOWN!!!!     

(Pharaoh’s guards, alarmed by Tony’s bombastic threats begin to advance towards the group while raising their short swords)

Aaron (beside himself with frustration at Tony’s actions, yelling): HOLD IT! HOLD IT!!! Give us a few more minutes! Forgive the idiot in our presence, he is drunk!!!

(Tony rolls his eyes at Aaron. Moses glares at Tony indicating his wish for Tony to tone down his flamboyant behavior)

Moses (palms trembling): okay, before things get worse (looking askance at Tony), lets approach Pharaoh. Our people need emancipation, they need salvation from all these ills that have befallen them at his grotesque oppressive hands!

Tony (blushing and hanging his head): my bad son…..my bad!!!!

-----------------------------/To Be Free; Moses' and Aaron's Appeal to Pharaoh

When the guards of our oppressor fall asleep I drop my pick

resting my back sit on a sizeable rock and stare at the moon

in the distance, in the communal lodging my wife’s voice

soft serenades regarding Abraham’s wealth seducing my sons

into slumber

into slumber delusional

my people don’t believe in Isaac anymore he is fictitious like geysers

in the Egyptian desert I used to see before fainting on tools

(as a boy enduring furtive valleys lush verdant foliage of suffering

in a foreign land barren bland sand endlessly perceived even with strained eyes

searching for freedom, a land of our own

dreaming of rushing rivers

with the appellation home, home given the epithet

of foreign land. Israel is just a colloquial term these days

reserved for those optimistic the minority who don’t contemplate suicide

then Egypt isn’t Egypt even, just land of the dead)

my friends holding me up, lest I dash my head upon a stone

full of melancholy dragging yet again my body exhausted into shade

for reprieve

from the sun we only know as sinister; for we had shades of royalty

yet when we speak of Joseph your guards flay our backs and adjure us

chuckling cruel

to lift and dig and build more and more and nurse our intimacy with searing heat

sweating out the last of our souls, hollow

when we lift our picks, we imagine your face as we shrill

bemoaning our loss of identity

bread with mold rats defiant maggots that disfigure cattle

malnutrition, my children with birth defects preventable

our women shamed and hideous in the eyes of Egyptian maidens

our dissonance with our God; our search for meaning always hellacious…

during our trials we often hear murmuring and obeisance of the privileged:

Pharaoh is god

yet what deity is so maleficent as to steal promise

and hope from a haggard people who have no inheritance but this

does god indeed have a heart so black?

(Please, let us go)

--------------Exodus 7:1-2

And the Lord said unto Moses, See, I have made thee a god to Pharaoh: and Aaron thy brother shall be thy prophet. Thou shalt speak all that I command thee: and Aaron thy brother shall speak unto Pharaoh, that he send the children of Israel out of his land.

Drowning an Old Pervert – I am The Damned, Flooded

* dedicated to C* who is an impossibility….my desire for you contagion. Sense and sensibility will flood my earth, sense and sensibility will flood my earth. Why do you have to be 20?

(here we go, ladies and gentlemen…time for some serious emo!!! *sigh* YOU KNOW HOW I DO!!!)

------------------/Drowning an Old Pervert – I am The Damned, Flooded

The palpability of our love, antediluvian

fantasies of you and me, a corrupt earth wicked

conniving charlatanry , mauling maladies, dire deceit

men robbing, men cruel, women heartless

 the visions of me running my fingers through your hair

like a belligerent civilization filled with violence

sour flesh rotted teeth and a 20 year old girl with a 31 year old man

censured chastised and condemned

inciting clouds onyx fog black like soot smoke rising from the earth

in its appearance, your father your friends your brothers, sisters are fire

their vengeful tears like rain

their vengeful tears like rain

the suggestion of us marrying harrowing peals of thunder

I am like a forsaken remnant soon to be forgotten standing

on rocks and high cliffs, as my hopes of dating you

float by like animals flung by wrathful torrents

I will be waylaid by perceptions of desperate men who prey

on young girls praying for a husband gullible

lightning flashes my wretched scorned face illumined before

flood waters up to my nose

drowned by your beauty your red hair

our age incongruity

(I reach my hand up penetrating the waves before I suffocate…and wave goodbye to our future together - maybe we were meant to fall in love, in a past life)

------------------Genesis 6:11-13

The earth also was corrupt before God, and the earth was filled with violence. And God looked upon the earth, and, behold, it was corrupt; for all flesh had corrupted his way upon the earth. And God said unto Noah, The end of all flesh is come before me; for the earth is filled with violence through them; and, behold, I will destroy them with the earth.

My Red Haired Savior in Babylon

* like Tupac, this is the realest *bleep* I ever wrote!

--------------------------/My Red Haired Savior in Babylon

C*, before last night my life was whoredom in Babylon

grousing and angst…and sin like blood in a field

of my birth of hopeless depths

because this loneliness is like thick chains chaffing shackles

lust and horniness guards with spears spitting and mocking

I had no temple, no honor no place to worship romance

Reverently. These were felled with the course acrid words

from Whitney, Jennifer, Stephanie, Kina, Kathleen, Anne

like catapults, like battering rams, like scarred soldiers

filled with regret and nothing to lose flouting military decorum

impaling mothers and children, gouging the eyes of the fathers

my feelings

sardonic sneering laughter hinging on psychosis

A vagabond slave craven lecherously seeking

women’s attention any girls attention to anesthetize  

the pain of rejection and aging marching towards me lock step

years piled upon years like a siege on the chosen people

bright shining divine favor blighted

I cut myself with suicidal hell-bent stones of porn, masturbation, and indifference

I have been bleeding

I have been bleeding

my self esteem like death withered under this oppressive hand

I used to pray for a wife, that’s when I was comfortable and had choice

like milk and honey and manna

my dreams of falling in love were like optimism and sandals trotting on dry

land through the Red Seas of doubt and cynicism walls of water standing

I was Israel disavowed

Until you came with your guitar and red hair and smiled at me

rebirth

while I was in my blood you cried in your blitheness: Live

(Tony please don’t die don’t give up…..Live!!!)

the metamorphosis began the emancipation declared
fetters snapped
freedom to love

you scattered my captors, nullified their imputation of shame

my breasts began to grow, and so did my hair

last night I felt so pretty

as long as I live I will never forget that moment of salvation

you spread your skirt over me and entered into a covenant

to forget the old ways

to forget the old times

-----------------Ezekiel 16:1-8

Again the word of the Lord came unto me, saying, Son of man, cause Jerusalem to know her abominations, And say, Thus saith the Lord God unto Jerusalem; Thy birth and thy nativity is of the land of Canaan; thy father was an Amorite, and thy mother an Hittite. And as for thy nativity, in the day thou wast born thy navel was not cut, neither wast thou washed in water to supple thee; thou wast not salted at all, nor swaddled at all. None eye pitied thee, to do any of these unto thee, to have compassion upon thee; but thou wast cast out in the open field, to the lothing of thy person, in the day that thou wast born. And when I passed by thee, and saw thee polluted in thine own blood, I said unto thee when thou wast in thy blood, Live; yea, I said unto thee when thou wast in thy blood, Live. I have caused thee to multiply as the bud of the field, and thou hast increased and waxen great, and thou art come to excellent ornaments: thy breasts are fashioned, and thine hair is grown, whereas thou wast naked and bare. Now when I passed by thee, and looked upon thee, behold, thy time was the time of love; and I spread my skirt over thee, and covered thy nakedness: yea, I sware unto thee, and entered into a covenant with thee, saith the Lord God, and thou becamest mine.