Uriah; A Tragedy - Try Not To Cry for Me :(

Image borrowed from [myjourneyasaloverandasinglefather]

* dedicated to Just Surrender, Forgotten Not Forgiven

And David sent and enquired after the woman. And one said, Is not this Bathsheba, the daughter of Eliam, the wife of Uriah the Hittite? – 2 Samuel 11:3

And it came to pass in the morning, that David wrote a letter to Joab, and sent it by the hand of Uriah. And he wrote in the letter, saying, Set ye Uriah in the forefront of the hottest battle, and retire ye from him, that he may be smitten, and die. – 2 Samuel 11:14-15

-----------------/Uriah; A Tragedy

Im not going to pursue you

(sexy brunette babe) I pledge allegiance to the King

of social decorum sleeping at the kings door

my desires like serfs and peasants servants retiring for the night

(we are all one homogenous kindred spirit)

….the drudgery of due deference lighting castled candles of regrettable attraction,

furnishing meals of humiliation amongst your peers the flame of

“whos that old guy?” exasperatingly flickering in my face  -

transporting royal draught of age discrepancy enervating

wolves of insecurity howling/snickering as I hasten back to the city gate.

When I first met you it was like hope’s dawning but pragmatism is like the sun

setting on all fantasies, the ecstatic enchantment of you kissing me like dreams

exhausting; I want to lie down and never awake;

refusing to ask you out, attempt to woo you

whilst other men in their early twenties full of courage arm themselves:

scale armor of eagerness, breastplates for the smitten, a lust ogling helmet for the head.

The war raging for your heart, ongoing, in Rabbah fierce competition for your love

stalwart soldiers sieging

from a whole nation of men your age – Ammonites with razor tipped spears

aloof and misanthropic, murdering men willing to massacre for your affections

an epic sweeping chance to raze and pillage

just to win your hand in marriage, a battle which I can delay not evade. On horseback I carry

hooves of the damned, a shorn mane, scarred scalp from previous fighting

a letter of foreboding

inside it reads of suggestions of propitious suicidal self sacrifice, Joab

commander of forlornness promulgates the edict

I will give myself up in the name of younger men, the assiduous warriors of the antecedent age

In the name of Davidic civic and romantic norms

let their zeal behead me days of their birth gouge my eyes like swords

wild beasts trample over my carcass my drying blood on the surrounding dirt

the Kings letter in my limp hand acquiesced in scarlet red letters-

R****, “I am Uriah

failed paramour, with perverted affinities”

(………..King David is all yours)

[AWWWW MANNNN YALL…..I CANT LIE….WRITING THIS ALMOST MADE ME CRY. SHUCKS!!! I HATE LIKING A GIRL TOO YOUNG, A GIRL I CANT HAVE!!!! DAG NABBIT!!!!!]

-------------------2 Samuel 11:1-17

And it came to pass, after the year was expired, at the time when kings go forth to battle, that David sent Joab, and his servants with him, and all Israel; and they destroyed the children of Ammon, and besieged Rabbah. But David tarried still at Jerusalem. And it came to pass in an eveningtide, that David arose from off his bed, and walked upon the roof of the king's house: and from the roof he saw a woman washing herself; and the woman was very beautiful to look upon. And David sent and enquired after the woman. And one said, Is not this Bathsheba, the daughter of Eliam, the wife of Uriah the Hittite? And David sent messengers, and took her; and she came in unto him, and he lay with her; for she was purified from her uncleanness: and she returned unto her house. And the woman conceived, and sent and told David, and said, I am with child. And David sent to Joab, saying, Send me Uriah the Hittite. And Joab sent Uriah to David. And when Uriah was come unto him, David demanded of him how Joab did, and how the people did, and how the war prospered. And David said to Uriah, Go down to thy house, and wash thy feet. And Uriah departed out of the king's house, and there followed him a mess of meat from the king. But Uriah slept at the door of the king's house with all the servants of his lord, and went not down to his house. And when they had told David, saying, Uriah went not down unto his house, David said unto Uriah, Camest thou not from thy journey? why then didst thou not go down unto thine house? And Uriah said unto David, The ark, and Israel, and Judah, abide in tents; and my lord Joab, and the servants of my lord, are encamped in the open fields; shall I then go into mine house, to eat and to drink, and to lie with my wife? as thou livest, and as thy soul liveth, I will not do this thing. And David said to Uriah, Tarry here to day also, and to morrow I will let thee depart. So Uriah abode in Jerusalem that day, and the morrow. And when David had called him, he did eat and drink before him; and he made him drunk: and at even he went out to lie on his bed with the servants of his lord, but went not down to his house. And it came to pass in the morning, that David wrote a letter to Joab, and sent it by the hand of Uriah. And he wrote in the letter, saying, Set ye Uriah in the forefront of the hottest battle, and retire ye from him, that he may be smitten, and die. And it came to pass, when Joab observed the city, that he assigned Uriah unto a place where he knew that valiant men were. And the men of the city went out, and fought with Joab: and there fell some of the people of the servants of David; and Uriah the Hittite died also.

-------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.”

The Four Walls of Who We (All) Are

[Yo Future....WHAT UP MY NUH!!???? WEEERRDD, YO YOU GOTZ MY MAN NEHEMIAH AND THE JEWISH PEOPLE OF HIS DAY CHOPPING....BRICKS......LIKE....KA-RATE...!!!! CHOPPING....BRICKS LIKE KARATE!!!! LOLZZ....MY MAN GOTTA DO DAT CONSTRUCTION SON!!! GOTTA GET THAT WALL UP SONNNNNNN! UUHHNNNNN!!! FEELZ ME? ]

“For I was the king's cupbearer” – Nehemiah 1:11

------------------/The Four Walls of Who We Are; Nehemiah’s Thoughts On Rebuilding Jerusalem

To pick up the residuum of past glory and hold it as a rock

crying

buoyant adolescent laughter, pebbles strewn as lost fantasy

the bellows of young Hebrew warriors charred metal bars burned

like forgotten welding of passion

wedding songs are smooth stones beneath soles of sandals

comely Hebrew women wonderful like wooden beams splintered

once the buttressing of watchtowers protecting the identify, integrity,

inspiration of Moses now reduced to gravel, brooding

I stand on the wasteland of these memories silently reflecting

feigning an architect.  Wailing and determined for Jerusalem

sorrowful for the shame of languishing years and missed chances

Bury me

Bury me

Bury me the plaintive pessimistic past prays, beseeching me in dreams

advising me

that angst is like a scar, regret like a scab, bitterness a Persian tribute paid to perpetuate

failure, but penitence paves the way for a king’s meal  

contrition and rededication to God are ushers to the throne auguring royal favor-

for rebuilding.

Because there comes a time when a people must rise up and awake from its sleep

Self-piteous

clearing the detritus from the corner of their eyes as impediments

wayward detrimental musings

yawning a parting farewell to the night left behind

and fasten a sword of obstinacy to their belt whilst grasping a shovel

sinister provocations to enemies of yesteryear snarling at perceived jealousy

ready to fight rather than acquiesce to more oppression by the status quo;

prepared for a bellicose or peaceful revolution

Ammonites or Horonites of gossip be damned .

Victory is in the vanguard of a king and queen’s edict

flanked by stalwart soldiers of confidence and promise

demanding and forcing respect for our four walls

kingdom and gates

their chests poked forward heads held up high proclaiming

“from now on you will respect the Jews”

---------------Nehemiah 2:13-18

And I went out by night by the gate of the valley, even before the dragon well, and to the dung port, and viewed the walls of Jerusalem, which were broken down, and the gates thereof were consumed with fire. Then I went on to the gate of the fountain, and to the king's pool: but there was no place for the beast that was under me to pass. Then went I up in the night by the brook, and viewed the wall, and turned back, and entered by the gate of the valley, and so returned. And the rulers knew not whither I went, or what I did; neither had I as yet told it to the Jews, nor to the priests, nor to the nobles, nor to the rulers, nor to the rest that did the work. Then said I unto them, Ye see the distress that we are in, how Jerusalem lieth waste, and the gates thereof are burned with fire: come, and let us build up the wall of Jerusalem, that we be no more a reproach. Then I told them of the hand of my God which was good upon me; as also the king's words that he had spoken unto me. And they said, Let us rise up and build. So they strengthened their hands for this good work.

Nehemiah 3:1-7

Then Eliashib the high priest rose up with his brethren the priests, and they builded the sheep gate; they sanctified it, and set up the doors of it; even unto the tower of Meah they sanctified it, unto the tower of Hananeel. And next unto him builded the men of Jericho. And next to them builded Zaccur the son of Imri. But the fish gate did the sons of Hassenaah build, who also laid the beams thereof, and set up the doors thereof, the locks thereof, and the bars thereof. And next unto them repaired Meremoth the son of Urijah, the son of Koz. And next unto them repaired Meshullam the son of Berechiah, the son of Meshezabeel. And next unto them repaired Zadok the son of Baana. And next unto them the Tekoites repaired; but their nobles put not their necks to the work of their Lord. Moreover the old gate repaired Jehoiada the son of Paseah, and Meshullam the son of Besodeiah; they laid the beams thereof, and set up the doors thereof, and the locks thereof, and the bars thereof. And next unto them repaired Melatiah the Gibeonite, and Jadon the Meronothite, the men of Gibeon, and of Mizpah, unto the throne of the governor on this side the river.

------Karate Chop Lyrics

[Intro]

You know, This just some real nigga s*, a real nigga story

You know what I'm saying?

[Hook: Future]

Slang a bunch of narcotics

Pull up in the new 'rrari

Living like John Gotti

Chopping bricks like karate

Drink a bunch of codeine

Serving to the dope fiends

Blowing money, stay clean

Michael Jackson, Billie Jean

[Verse 1: Future]

Got a Panamera round a young nigga neck

Got a young b* pulling up in a 'Vette

Smoke a lot of kush & I have a lot of sex

Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check

Picture nigga getting money, nigga get back

Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack

You can hit a nigga line, order what you want

I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk

50,000 on yo watch, young nigga splurge

Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup

Keep a young nigga workin' that'll bust a k

I'mma take a phone call, hustle everyday

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Future]

Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider

Young nigga play with ki's, like a type writer

Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idol

I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible

In a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle

Nigga where you at, nigga we go pull up on ya

Young B* looking like Janet in the 80's

We was grinding up from a tube and a baby

Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl

Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup

Send it over from New Mexico & Let me Work

I can get 36 for a clean shirt

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Casino]

Pull up, serve you in my Rari'

Money like Im Frank Matthews

Killers around me like I'm Gotti

If I tricked you, know Im sorry

I be fresh dont need no stylist

I be geeking on them mollies

Sell remix dont sell no cleans

My hand like a triple beam

I got workers like machine

All I do is sell dreams

Half my niggas serve fiends

I get the best deal on lean

[Hook]

The Prologue To Fanged Biting

* dedicated to Lil Wayne and Eminem, Drop The World


[The world is snake
to us opposed sharpened teeth
venomous grief, it is the poison
of giving up the scales of depression
allowed not forced wood beams rusty
metal nails
the antidote]



--------------------/The Prologue To Fanged Biting (Let It Burn); Saint Paul’s Words To the Snake That Bit Him

Brooding eyes fastened to alternately flickering, ferocious flames, I

apprehensively entertain arresting apparitions of those I once killed

men, women, children slaughtered for lies.

Ambient noises: crackling wood, hardy laughter of friends

do little to muffle or attenuate these blaring last breaths, screeching yelling

flashbacks vividly conjuring chilling echoes…epitaphs of humanity fallen

from their faces

deafening teardrops crashing to the ground below diluted with blood;

tremors of the innocent turning to me one last time

with bemused gazing, cheeks in mud.  Truth is

there is often a signature silence that precedes death

hollow musings or sacred whispering to the divine

as we stare back at each other

shadows cast on the seashore – silhouettes of a serpent latched

dangling from

a man damned - in this moment crystallized

that venomous fangs impale the hand of a man simply trying to prolong

the hearth (of life) with sticks in a bundle, we pause for a requiem. Winds of Eden

enfold my body comforting me for your curse of distortion-

presenting sticks as safe snake free, the tree of the knowledge of evil

as pure and the only good, the sinful life that produces salvation,

true joy and happiness birthed from disobedience-

and singing to me the promises of newness, reminders of hope

against all odds materialized by a Man on a cross hanging from nails

freeing us to live forever.

Biting as presage, attempted murder on a proven murderer as

natures vigilante justice now just a slick sinister philosophy

though there is poison inside of me, I have never felt more alive.

The old order is dead your hissing a dirge for the old world passing away

along with the paradigm of slithering. An eye for an eye a lie for a lie

like your sanctuary of sticks, stimulus for a New World philosophy

and fuel for change,

those martyrs I made did not leave this earth in vain

they were saints and heralds for this age of Resurrection,

in which none of us will ever see death (especially for me, not here)

let anyone or anything else contrarian burn

**Shrugs and throws the snake back into the fire**

----------------Acts 28:1-6

And when they were escaped, then they knew that the island was called Melita. And the barbarous people shewed us no little kindness: for they kindled a fire, and received us every one, because of the present rain, and because of the cold. And when Paul had gathered a bundle of sticks, and laid them on the fire, there came a viper out of the heat, and fastened on his hand. And when the barbarians saw the venomous beast hang on his hand, they said among themselves, No doubt this man is a murderer, whom, though he hath escaped the sea, yet vengeance suffereth not to live. And he shook off the beast into the fire, and felt no harm. Howbeit they looked when he should have swollen, or fallen down dead suddenly: but after they had looked a great while, and saw no harm come to him, they changed their minds, and said that he was a god.


------------Drop the World Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes
Hate in my heart, love in my mind
I seen nights full of pain, days of the same
You keep the sunshine, save me the rain
I search but never find, hurt but never cry
I work and forever try, but I'm cursed so never mind
And it's worse but better times seem further and beyond
The top gets higher, the more that I climb
The spot gets smaller and I get bigger
Tryna get into where I fit in, no room for a nigga
But soon for a nigga it be on motherf*
Cause all this bullshit, it made me strong motherf*

[Chorus:]
So I pick the world up and I'm a drop it on your f*' head, yeahh!
Bitch, I'm a pick the world up and I'm a drop it on your f*' head
(YEAH) And I could die now rebirth mother f*
Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth
Motherf* I'm gone
Motherf* I'm gone

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uhhhh!
I know what they don't wanna tell you
Just hope you're heaven sent, and you're hell proof
I walk up in the world and cut the lights off
And confidence is a stain they can't wipe off
Uhhh, my word is my pride
But wisdom is bleak and that's a word from the wise
Served to survive, murdered and bribed
And when it got too heavy I put my burdens aside

[Chorus:]
So I could pick the world up and I'm a drop it on your f*' head, ha ha yeahh!
Bitch, I'm a pick the world up and I'm a drop it on your f*' head
(YEAH) And I could die now rebirth mother f*
Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth
Motherf* I'm gone
Motherf* I'm gone
[Eminem:]
I'm gone

[Verse 3: Eminem]
It hurts but I never show, this pain you'll never know
If only you could see just how lonely and how cold
And frostbit I've become, my back's against the wall
When push comes to shove I just stand up and scream 'F* 'em all! '
Man it feels like these walls are closin' in
This roof is cavin' in, but it's time to raise it then
Your days are numbered like pages
And my book of rhymes got them crookin' boy
This crooked mind of mine got them all shook
And scared to look in my eyes
I stole that *' clock, I took the time
And I came up from behind and pretty much snuck up
And butt f* this game up
Better be careful when you bring my name up
F* this fame, that ain't what I came to claim
But the game ain't gonna be the same on the day that I leave it
But I swear one way or another I'm a make these f*' haters believe it
I swear to God, won't spare the rod
I'm a man of my word, so your f*' heads better nod
Or I'm a f* around in this bitch and roast everybody
Sleep on me that pillow is where your head'll lie
Permanently b*, it's beddy bye
This world is my Easter egg, yeah prepare to die
My head is swole, my confidence is up
This stage is my pedestal, I'm unstoppable
Incredible hulk you're trapped in my medicine bowl
I could run circles around you so fast your f* head'll spin, dawg
I split your cabbage and your lettuce and olives
I'll f*'

[Chorus:]
Pick the world up and I'm a drop it on your f*' head, yeahh!
Bitch, I'm a pick the world up and I'm a drop it on your f*' head
And I could die now rebirth mother f*
Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth
Mother f* I'm gone
Mother f* I'm gone
I'm gone

The Priesthood (Not Levitical) of Taylor and Tony [#TaylorDateTony]

And Melchizedek king of Salem brought forth bread and wine: and he was the priest of the most high God - Genesis 14:18

If therefore perfection were by the Levitical priesthood, (for under it the people received the law,) what further need was there that another priest should rise after the order of Melchisedec, and not be called after the order of Aaron? For the priesthood being changed, there is made of necessity a change also of the law. For he of whom these things are spoken pertaineth to another tribe, of which no man gave attendance at the altar. For it is evident that our Lord sprang out of Juda; of which tribe Moses spake nothing concerning priesthood. And it is yet far more evident: for that after the similitude of Melchisedec there ariseth another priest, Who is made, not after the law of a carnal commandment, but after the power of an endless life. Hebrews 7:11-16

---------------------/Taylor, Will You Love Me Like Melchizedek?; The Priesthood (Not Levitical) of Taylor and Tony [#TaylorDateTony]

Taylor,

other girls in priestly robes, they slay bulls, goats, and calves, of heartbreak,  

of cynical coquetry, blood (of male emotions) splaying everywhere,

stringing me along, and without in the temple courtyard

horrific howling of once docile animals of my romantic leanings

grip the public (my friends) with cold fingers of terror. Year after year I bear

this loathsome ludicrous Levitical futility, a promise to liberate my heart

yet not through grace but continual works of mercy, sometimes mindless activity

the kiss of their salvation teased, always conditional yet never secured

asinine arduous dating cycles of Aaron. These babes, battering barnacles

they are, can never suffice my aspirations for marriage unsatisfied,

dissing me continually, my sin of dejection like a scar never healed

never forgiven despite collective hope to the contrary– big cosmic pejorative joke

Moses never spoke on these

as ideals, the patriarch of my paramour’s soul akin to strained Hebrew people

incapable of foreseeing any girl without blonde hair, blue eyes

a seductive tall model’s frame and a voice with an angelic country lilt

as being suitable; of the tribe of Swift (Judah) the corruptible priesthood

of failed overtures

would never spring. And yet, for me, these are the last days

for falling for a remarkable woman

before time runs out and apocalyptic loneliness envelops my world

(I am over thirty)

the days preceding long since spent crying, musing and fantasizing

about a girl like you….now is the time for consummation,

for a woman with an oath to love me forever.

After the similitude of Melchisedec there ariseth another priest

and the surety of a better testament

(us holding hands happily ever after)

a girl beautiful, charming, amazing, platinum selling

who will love me forever, a new law of loyalty written

her sexy body the sacrifice, captivating smile the consecration

of ardor's permanence 

(In my dreams I am Abraham bowing before you at your concert, giving you a tenth of all my spoils)

OH TAYLOR!!!!! YOU ARE THE BEST!!!! #TAYLORDATETONY

----------------Hebrews 7

 For this Melchisedec, king of Salem, priest of the most high God, who met Abraham returning from the slaughter of the kings, and blessed him; To whom also Abraham gave a tenth part of all; first being by interpretation King of righteousness, and after that also King of Salem, which is, King of peace; Without father, without mother, without descent, having neither beginning of days, nor end of life; but made like unto the Son of God; abideth a priest continually. Now consider how great this man was, unto whom even the patriarch Abraham gave the tenth of the spoils. And verily they that are of the sons of Levi, who receive the office of the priesthood, have a commandment to take tithes of the people according to the law, that is, of their brethren, though they come out of the loins of Abraham: But he whose descent is not counted from them received tithes of Abraham, and blessed him that had the promises. And without all contradiction the less is blessed of the better. And here men that die receive tithes; but there he receiveth them, of whom it is witnessed that he liveth. And as I may so say, Levi also, who receiveth tithes, payed tithes in Abraham. For he was yet in the loins of his father, when Melchisedec met him. If therefore perfection were by the Levitical priesthood, (for under it the people received the law,) what further need was there that another priest should rise after the order of Melchisedec, and not be called after the order of Aaron? For the priesthood being changed, there is made of necessity a change also of the law. For he of whom these things are spoken pertaineth to another tribe, of which no man gave attendance at the altar. For it is evident that our Lord sprang out of Juda; of which tribe Moses spake nothing concerning priesthood. And it is yet far more evident: for that after the similitude of Melchisedec there ariseth another priest, Who is made, not after the law of a carnal commandment, but after the power of an endless life.  For he testifieth, Thou art a priest for ever after the order of Melchisedec. For there is verily a disannulling of the commandment going before for the weakness and unprofitableness thereof. For the law made nothing perfect, but the bringing in of a better hope did; by the which we draw nigh unto God. And inasmuch as not without an oath he was made priest: (For those priests were made without an oath; but this with an oath by him that said unto him, The Lord sware and will not repent, Thou art a priest for ever after the order of Melchisedec:) By so much was Jesus made a surety of a better testament. And they truly were many priests, because they were not suffered to continue by reason of death: But this man, because he continueth ever, hath an unchangeable priesthood. Wherefore he is able also to save them to the uttermost that come unto God by him, seeing he ever liveth to make intercession for them. For such an high priest became us, who is holy, harmless, undefiled, separate from sinners, and made higher than the heavens; Who needeth not daily, as those high priests, to offer up sacrifice, first for his own sins, and then for the people's: for this he did once, when he offered up himself. For the law maketh men high priests which have infirmity; but the word of the oath, which was since the law, maketh the Son, who is consecrated for evermore.

A Levitical Date With Taylor Swift #TaylorDateTony

--------------/A Levitical Date With Taylor Swift (Oh Please Date Me...!): Taylor's Atoning Love

Taylor I want to see you

like a vagrant people, whose former home forsaken

wants a true house (and hearth) and wants to see their God

the tenor of His voice like healing oil balm for weary traveling;

the scars on their back still fresh from Egypt, the whips

and scolding of stolid slave drivers. Not palliative but genuine and lasting

my musing on our date like purification rituals beckoning your divine presence

in the Promised Land

like me and you holding hands, kissing. My sorrow laden soul is a goat

my heart full of zealous loyalty a calf and a lamb

offered on the altar of my love for you

I must barbarize my sorrow, with a holy knife of anticipation

blood gushing on my priestly robes

forsaking the error of my ways: chasing after women who were not you;

the wounds from callous women still bleeding

droplets falling from the flat wooden surface, Holy of Holies 

....and torches

fire fanatical, fierce and fearsome of passion devours my heart

black smoke of the smitten rises, offered before you whole

my mind, my body, my spirit

the harrowing shrills and braying of calves stark reminders of a life forever lost:

the life I had before I fell hard for you

watching you at the Grammys, your music videos (22), hearkening to your music

was like an epiphany. My eyes opened; I am a sinner before you

fallen, poor, irrelevant in Hollywood and insulting to your caliber.

Let my desire (raging) [and this poem] be my offering of atonement

your blonde hair, beguiling eyes

like cleansing

(before I see God face to face)

#TaylorDateTony – OH TAYLOR, BABY! DAAAARRRLING! PLEASE DATE ME! EMAIL ME AT THEJESUSMETAPHOR@YAHOO.COM

@JESUSMETAPHOR ON TWITTER! HARRY STYLES MADE A MISTAKE…..NOW ALLOW ME TO MAKE THE RIGHT CHOICE!

OH TAYLOR!  

---------------/Leviticus 9:1-8

And it came to pass on the eighth day, that Moses called Aaron and his sons, and the elders of Israel; And he said unto Aaron, Take thee a young calf for a sin offering, and a ram for a burnt offering, without blemish, and offer them before the Lord. And unto the children of Israel thou shalt speak, saying, Take ye a kid of the goats for a sin offering; and a calf and a lamb, both of the first year, without blemish, for a burnt offering; Also a bullock and a ram for peace offerings, to sacrifice before the Lord; and a meat offering mingled with oil: for to day the Lord will appear unto you. And they brought that which Moses commanded before the tabernacle of the congregation: and all the congregation drew near and stood before the Lord. And Moses said, This is the thing which the Lord commanded that ye should do: and the glory of the Lord shall appear unto you. And Moses said unto Aaron, Go unto the altar, and offer thy sin offering, and thy burnt offering, and make an atonement for thyself, and for the people: and offer the offering of the people, and make an atonement for them; as the Lord commanded. Aaron therefore went unto the altar, and slew the calf of the sin offering, which was for himself.

MY Book of Job - The BABE I cant have :(

Ohhhhh….ahhhhhhhhhhh, daaaaaaggggg mane! OH GUYS IM SOOOOO DISTRAUGHT! I finally…FINALLY…found a girl who appreciates me for me (I hope, at least :( and come to find out that we cant be together because we were born under different moons! I’ll just use that idiom as euphemism for society driven insurmountable relational differences; Basically society says we cant be together! But guys, listen to me….HEY! LEEEEESEN*! (*Ocarina of Time, N64 reference there) YOU JUST DON’T GET IT, DO YOU? YOUR KARATE’S CRAP, YOUR TEACHER’S CRAP, COME ON DANIEL-SAN, GET UP! YOUR KARATE AINT WORTH SHI- wooah! Where was I? Got stuck in my Karate Kid 3 mode there!....but listen guys, you don’t get it, because I actually VIBE with this girl. Shes the one I have been waiting for…..so why cant I have her, huh? WHY CANT I HAVE HER???  Pretty girl, friendly, Godly, nice body – HUBBA –HUBBA! …..WHYYYYYYY? ahem! …..read on then! Carry on!

[Lets just call this girl POTUS. ….Maybe I shouldn’t use that….it may be TOO REVEALING…SHE CANT KNOW I WANT TO LOVE  ON HER!!! YIKES!!!]

“Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light”

-----------------/MY Book of Job, Of Suffering Doomed Affinity

In my dreams I see you in shades of grey, your sexy body in shades of gray

then a hellion’s scowl a nebulous creature with red eyes Satanic

yanking me from my bed hurling me on the floor of the council

of love of romance of dreams of married merriment

“test him!” he posits before the judge, stately though reservedly compassionate

“take away his love, kill the dream, his heart inflicted with boils”

yelling before the sons of God…the judge, his visage turns black and fades. With a nod

I awoke and it felt like a great wind assailed the earth as my soul

like a father holding the lifeless bodies of his children

daughter impaled by wood paneling, son gorged by Sabean spears

(of tragic disappointment)

like a wife scorning “curse God and die”

you are too young, the day I was born let that day be darkness;

…let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.

when I look at your smiling face, it feels like scraping puss from my wounds

of regret. Each morning my heart offered up prayers of sacrifice for you

before the sacrilege;

after discovering your age now I lick the dirt, infirmed tongue.

What can futile friends feigning knowledge offer me in consolation?

Eliphaz the pragmatic advises to look for older women, Bildad the stolid

online dating, and Zophar the unfeeling, to wait and pray and fast again

Elihu the sardonic and cynical admonishes like Moses, let her go

free from my corrupting passion, a mind undeveloped pillars of naiveté

so that she too can reach Canaan (the age of 25)

I curse 1981 on that February day

Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck

enabling and condoning this day. The sun rises and my heart beats

with excruciating irregularity, the moon illumines the sleeping

whilst I scream myself awake

afraid to keep dreaming

afraid to keep dreaming

my pillow a rock with dried blood, the scabs on the nape of my neck abraded

--------------Job 3:1-13

After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day. And Job spake, and said, Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived. Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it. Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it. As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months. Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein. Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning. Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day: Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes. Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly? Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck? For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest

Jephthah's Blue Eyed Daughter, The Fate of Me and My Love?

*Dedicated to *SLewis* (her codename)
So guys you know what I HATE? The Dallas Cowboys!! Go RG3, the Prince of DC, woohoo!!! ...no but seriously, I hate it when I fall for a girly....especially a beautiful girly......only to discover our destined demise....that we cant be together....or that "it wasnt meant to be." Dont you guys hate dat too?????  Look gang, we gotta hang in there, its hard.... but one of these days....WE WILL FIND TRUE LOVE. *SNIFFLE*

-----------------/Jephthah's Blue Eyed Daughter, My Love?

Hey girl, the chosen people are in disarray

why did I meet you

If not to love you why do you have blue eyes

if not for me to gaze upon

This idea, this poison

that you and I aren’t meant to be is the King of Ammon, offensive to me

vile and set to transgress

to plunder the land of my passions for you its borders expansive

hard won from Sihon the Amorite king of my loneliness before we met, my scars,

I want to kiss, hold, marry and worship you from Arnon even unto Jabbok,

and unto Jordan. I cant let you go without a fight I must wage war, these

bellicose cravings. I have my flaws, the son of a prostitute but a man of valorous intent -

straddling a white horse of determination. steely and callous, impervious, petulant,

crazed, pernicious neighing -swearing to love you until the day he dies despite the incongruity

the age

the race

the haste of my zeal, the armed guard of dissent, naysayers to our union Ammonites  

brandishing spears with dried blood tattoos of Moloch on arms emblazoned deranged

men. Cruel men, tyrants worthy of my heart’s jealous carnage: they want me to leave you alone
Flanked by Israel’s might,

(of whom they sought out and trusted) nevertheless courageous

my desire, my prayers, my hopes, my ambition to woo you – as if grizzled soldiers

with fiery eyes – I vow that if I lose you in this battle and you walk away from me

(like so many others ravaged me before you)

I will never fall for anyone else ever again, absolutely downtrodden. Sacrificial smoke 

will rise from my depression dire and dolefully deep disconsolation
like the compassion of a father for his only daughter, 

innocent and holy (and blonde) fated to burn

Then, my dreams of us together would become nightmares, like young virgin girls,
her friends of lost innocence

bewailing the virginity of a potential romance wilted, forever ash

on the mountains of all that is regrettable

(No matter what happens, for four days in a year henceforth, remember me babe)

-------------/Judges 11:29-40

Then the Spirit of the Lord came upon Jephthah, and he passed over Gilead, and Manasseh, and passed over Mizpeh of Gilead, and from Mizpeh of Gilead he passed over unto the children of Ammon. And Jephthah vowed a vow unto the Lord, and said, If thou shalt without fail deliver the children of Ammon into mine hands, Then it shall be, that whatsoever cometh forth of the doors of my house to meet me, when I return in peace from the children of Ammon, shall surely be the Lord's, and I will offer it up for a burnt offering. So Jephthah passed over unto the children of Ammon to fight against them; and the Lord delivered them into his hands. And he smote them from Aroer, even till thou come to Minnith, even twenty cities, and unto the plain of the vineyards, with a very great slaughter. Thus the children of Ammon were subdued before the children of Israel. And Jephthah came to Mizpeh unto his house, and, behold, his daughter came out to meet him with timbrels and with dances: and she was his only child; beside her he had neither son nor daughter. And it came to pass, when he saw her, that he rent his clothes, and said, Alas, my daughter! thou hast brought me very low, and thou art one of them that trouble me: for I have opened my mouth unto the Lord, and I cannot go back. And she said unto him, My father, if thou hast opened thy mouth unto the Lord, do to me according to that which hath proceeded out of thy mouth; forasmuch as the Lord hath taken vengeance for thee of thine enemies, even of the children of Ammon. And she said unto her father, Let this thing be done for me: let me alone two months, that I may go up and down upon the mountains, and bewail my virginity, I and my fellows. And he said, Go. And he sent her away for two months: and she went with her companions, and bewailed her virginity upon the mountains. And it came to pass at the end of two months, that she returned unto her father, who did with her according to his vow which he had vowed: and she knew no man. And it was a custom in Israel, That the daughters of Israel went yearly to lament the daughter of Jephthah the Gileadite four days in a year.