Amelioration: Iggy Azalea...Dying Without Your Love!!!! (Im so thirsty)

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*dedicated to Iggy Azalea, Fancy
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w

Uhhhh, Nick Young - no, no, no shade!!!! Its just that....you see Iggy....everytime I see her beauty....its like....like....LIKE IM SO THIRSTY!!!!! D'OH!!!!!


-------------------/Amelioration

Iggy, my heart is a city living
in pained dichotomy. Upon first glance pleasant,
a citizenry well versed in plausible mimicry-
those facades of smiling when spoken to, blithe
rehearsed retorts when asked about marriages
and engagements of their contemporaries,
sanguine when mulling over prospects
of their own romances. Song and dance
in the town square with rotted flutes and frayed harps
by faux musicians; the educators and true pupils
of the arts now taken to debauchery.
So when I smile, within,
a parched grin of deception. You see, the waters of hope
I once had…have gone bad,
the ground of expected bounteous and fruitful harvest-
apples of a woman’s sweet whispers, wheat of shared gazes
of passionate male/female reciprocity, wine of kisses,
those ones like intoxication,
Noah euphorically exultant in a postdiluvian world
that never was and never to be,
all is dry and cracked with barrenness.
Oh Iggy, at some point
I lost my way, maybe it was year after year
of being spurned, when the rainbows appeared above,
effulgent, but the rain never followed.
Or maybe the cruelty of all those girls I loved
was a hallucinogen and it never rained
at all.  Oh baby, I am the last emissaries crawling out the gates,
of a people condemned begging you:
Beautiful prophet of Hip Hop, mantel of Elijah (T.I.)
would you please be a bowl of water,
new, untainted and unstained by  jadedness in my soul
and cast yourself into my arms?
Your blonde hair and perfectly symmetrical
face like salt, counteracting all that is bland.
Holding your hand in marriage with your lips pressed against mine-
like the horn of a sentinel, the shouts of my heart’s town crier:
Iggy has healed this water!;
from it there shall be no more death or barrenness
and about true happiness, no more lies.


--------------------/2 Kings 2:19-22
Then the men of the city said to Elisha, “Please notice, the situation of this city is pleasant, as my lord sees; but the water is bad, and the ground barren.” And he said, “Bring me a new bowl, and put salt in it.” So they brought it to him.  Then he went out to the source of the water, and cast in the salt there, and said, “Thus says the Lord: ‘I have healed this water; from it there shall be no more death or barrenness.’” So the water remains healed to this day, according to the word of Elisha which he spoke.


---------/Fancy Lyrics
"Fancy"
(feat. Charli XCX)

 [Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
 First thing's first, I'm the realest (realest)
 Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let them feel it)
 And I'm still in the Murda Bizness
 I could hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right, right)
 You should want a bad bitch like this (huh?)
 Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah)
 Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris
High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)
 Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that (never)
 Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back (what?)
 Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?
 Champagne spillin', you should taste that
[Hook: Charli XCX]
 I'm so fancy
 You already know
 I'm in the fast lane
 From L.A. to Tokyo
 I'm so fancy
 Can't you taste this gold?
 Remember my name
 'Bout to blow
[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]
 I said, "Baby, I do this, I thought that you knew this."
 Can't stand no haters and honest, the truth is
 And my flow retarded, each beat did depart it
 Swagger on stupid, I can't shop in no department
 To get my money on time, if they not money, decline
 And swear I meant that there so much that they give that line a rewind
 So get my money on time, if they not money, decline
 I just can't worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind
 Now tell me, who that, who that? That do that, do that?
 Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that
 I be the I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold
 I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw
[Hook: Charli XCX]
 I'm so fancy
 You already know
 I'm in the fast lane
 From L.A. to Tokyo
 I'm so fancy
 Can't you taste this gold?
 Remember my name
 'Bout to blow
[Bridge: Charli XCX]
 Trash the hotel
 Let's get drunk on the mini bar
 Make the phone call
 Feels so good getting what I want
 Yeah, keep on turning it up
 Chandelier swinging, we don't give a f*
Film star, yeah I'm deluxe
 Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch
 Ow...
[Verse 3: Iggy Azalea]
 Still stunned, how you love that?
 Got the whole world asking how I does that
 Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that
 Look at it I bet you wishing you could clutch that
 It's just the way you like it, huh?
 You so good, he's just wishing he could bite it, huh?
 Never turn down money,
 Slaying these hoes, gold trigger on the gun like
[Hook: Charli XCX]
 I'm so fancy
 You already know
 I'm in the fast lane
 From L.A. to Tokyo
 I'm so fancy
 Can't you taste this gold?
 Remember my name
 'Bout to blow
[Outro:]
 Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
 That do that, do that, I-I-G-G-Y
 Who that, who that, I-I-I-G-G-Y
 Blow
 Who-who-who-who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
 That do that, do that, I-I-G-G-Y
 Who that, who that, I-I-I-G-G-Y
 Blow 

She Set Sail For Cyprus

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*dedicated to Alesana, Heavy Hangs the Albatross
http://youtu.be/uxEg_L4avfU
* dedicated to Whitney

"For better or even for worse, remember me forever"

-----------------------/(Gentiles): Setting Sail For Cyprus

Whitney, when I first knew your eyes, like
really became acquainted with your eyes,
(in 2013 at Massanutten),
it was like the ground quaking in Damascus. I became blind
to everything I thought I knew before. The ennui,
the melancholy, the dull drab and dreary listlessness
I used to see in every aspect of my life disappeared,
and with it my old identity without your imprint on my heart;
its like knowing you instantaneously changed everything about me,
from Saul the morose I became Paul the vivacious,
your curly hair, bright smile, and contagious laughter as peals of thunder
and a blaring divine voice in my ear. This beauty was my Gospel-
and I would have given my life to share the Good News: 
the 195 lashes of criticism I received, 39 minus one
five different times from my own Jewish people,
for writing "Whitney’s Warrior,"
memories of it like being beaten three times with a rod,
my shipwrecked emotions when you branded me as disillusioned...
a day and night in deep waters of early martyrdom
for the girl of my dreams. But you see,
underpinning every thread sewn in the tapestry of our
brief relationship was Barnabas,
a sort of philosophical kindred spirit, assumed as
a trusted friend that shook hands with me on
our tacitly shared affinity. The bonfires, Luray Caverns forays,
the hiking we did in concert with our friends
getting to know each other better,
that time on the couch our legs inadvertently touched
due to our close proximity
- all those miracles performed before the Massanutten gentiles- 
I guess meant nothing to you. Our last group meal back in Arlington
was like a formal entreaty before the surrounding pagans-
we spoke as a group on the ethics of peoples in dating relationships:
that I should date Josie, that I shouldn’t wait for a soul mate,
and to observe the usual axiomatic DC relational mores:
abstain from food polluted by idols, from sexual immorality,
from the meat of strangled animals and from blood.
As we left to go home, however, I saw “John Mark” in your
face, that inner conviction that chides
one for moving too fast in a relationship, a conviction
that has since abandoned me in my old age.
Where was John Mark when I was in Pamphylia,
my early to mid-twenties, like you? I want to love you now
I want to court you now… that is my conviction, my “Silas,”
but on this issue we couldn't have been further apart.
That was the last time I saw you in person, some time ago.
I want to let you know, however,
over the years nothing has changed-
I will keep writing poems to you here in Syria and Cilicia,
while you keep running away to Cyprus.



--------------------Acts 15
Certain people came down from Judea to Antioch and were teaching the believers: “Unless you are circumcised, according to the custom taught by Moses, you cannot be saved.”  This brought Paul and Barnabas into sharp dispute and debate with them. So Paul and Barnabas were appointed, along with some other believers, to go up to Jerusalem to see the apostles and elders about this question. The church sent them on their way, and as they traveled through Phoenicia and Samaria, they told how the Gentiles had been converted. This news made all the believers very glad. When they came to Jerusalem, they were welcomed by the church and the apostles and elders, to whom they reported everything God had done through them. Then some of the believers who belonged to the party of the Pharisees stood up and said, “The Gentiles must be circumcised and required to keep the law of Moses.” The apostles and elders met to consider this question. After much discussion, Peter got up and addressed them: “Brothers, you know that some time ago God made a choice among you that the Gentiles might hear from my lips the message of the gospel and believe. God, who knows the heart, showed that he accepted them by giving the Holy Spirit to them, just as he did to us. He did not discriminate between us and them, for he purified their hearts by faith. Now then, why do you try to test God by putting on the necks of Gentiles a yoke that neither we nor our ancestors have been able to bear? No! We believe it is through the grace of our Lord Jesus that we are saved, just as they are.” The whole assembly became silent as they listened to Barnabas and Paul telling about the signs and wonders God had done among the Gentiles through them. When they finished, James spoke up. “Brothers,” he said, “listen to me. Simon has described to us how God first intervened to choose a people for his name from the Gentiles. The words of the prophets are in agreement with this, as it is written:
“‘After this I will return
    and rebuild David’s fallen tent.
Its ruins I will rebuild,
    and I will restore it,
that the rest of mankind may seek the Lord,
    even all the Gentiles who bear my name,
says the Lord, who does these things’—
things known from long ago.
It is my judgment, therefore, that we should not make it difficult for the Gentiles who are turning to God. Instead we should write to them, telling them to abstain from food polluted by idols, from sexual immorality, from the meat of strangled animals and from blood. For the law of Moses has been preached in every city from the earliest times and is read in the synagogues on every Sabbath.”
Then the apostles and elders, with the whole church, decided to choose some of their own men and send them to Antioch with Paul and Barnabas. They chose Judas (called Barsabbas) and Silas, men who were leaders among the believers. With them they sent the following letter:
The apostles and elders, your brothers,
To the Gentile believers in Antioch, Syria and Cilicia:
Greetings.
We have heard that some went out from us without our authorization and disturbed you, troubling your minds by what they said. So we all agreed to choose some men and send them to you with our dear friends Barnabas and Paul— men who have risked their lives for the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.  Therefore we are sending Judas and Silas to confirm by word of mouth what we are writing. It seemed good to the Holy Spirit and to us not to burden you with anything beyond the following requirements: You are to abstain from food sacrificed to idols, from blood, from the meat of strangled animals and from sexual immorality. You will do well to avoid these things.
Farewell.
So the men were sent off and went down to Antioch, where they gathered the church together and delivered the letter. The people read it and were glad for its encouraging message. Judas and Silas, who themselves were prophets, said much to encourage and strengthen the believers. After spending some time there, they were sent off by the believers with the blessing of peace to return to those who had sent them.  But Paul and Barnabas remained in Antioch, where they and many others taught and preached the word of the Lord. Some time later Paul said to Barnabas, “Let us go back and visit the believers in all the towns where we preached the word of the Lord and see how they are doing.”  Barnabas wanted to take John, also called Mark, with them, but Paul did not think it wise to take him, because he had deserted them in Pamphylia and had not continued with them in the work. They had such a sharp disagreement that they parted company. Barnabas took Mark and sailed for Cyprus, but Paul chose Silas and left, commended by the believers to the grace of the Lord. He went through Syria and Cilicia, strengthening the churches

------Heavy Hangs the Albatross Lyrics

I've made up my mind and I will be leaving.
 Leaving this cruel, dark world
 for the soulless to share.
 But first...
Women will shriek and watch their husbands bleed.
 Children will cry (children will cry)
 and watch their mothers die.
 Because tonight (because tonight)
 Tonight we all go to hell!
 Why?
 I have to let go of what happened to my love.
 I am taking out on everyone else
 all the problems I've brought on myself.
 When I made your heart melt.
 My belle, we soon will meet again.
 There's nothing left for me to lose
 Except confusion.
 I'm finished trying to tell myself this will go away.
 There's no one left to talk me down.
 My feet are slipping...
 One day oh I hope my name doesn't bring back memories.
 Of the day that I left her.
 Goodbye, so long.
 My heart belongs to the one I am chasing after.
 For better, or even for worse,
 Remember me forever...
 Now the only question left is how
 to take you all down with me.
 The coroner will have his hands full tonight.
 That is if he is not among the dead.
 Dead will choke the streets with such vulgarity that grown men will weep.
 And then you will find the end is drawing night.
 There's nothing left for me to lose
 Except confusion.
 I'm finished trying to tell myself this will go away.
 There's no one left to talk me down.
 My feet are slipping...
 One day oh I hope my name doesn't bring back memories.
 Of the day that I left her.
 Goodbye, so long.
 My heart belongs to the one I am chasing after.
 For better, or even for worse,
 Remember me...
 The dizziness stuns me,
 Would someone please distract me?
 Can I really get through this?
 Can I really betray myself?
 For better, for worse, remember forever
 (There's sweat on my hands and a knife at my throat.)
 The dizziness stuns me,
 Would someone please distract me?
 (And as the blade bites my skin Annabel appears...)
 Can I really get through this?
 Can I really betray myself?
 For better, for worse, remember forever
 (For better, or for worse, remember me forever)
 One day oh I hope my name doesn't bring back memories.
 Of the day that I left her.
 Goodbye, so long.
 My heart belongs to the one I am chasing after.
 For better, or even for worse,
 Remember me forever

Come with Me to the Field

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*dedicated to Jay Z and Too Short, A Week Ago
http://youtu.be/7YKYtTE-aQ0
* dedicated to Pierce the Veil, King for a Day
http://youtu.be/icXUkIfZxyg
* dedicated to Adair, The Art of Staying Alive
http://youtu.be/rXPKhRcnl_I

Man I shouldn’t get hyped over such a somber topic as the following..but I am! Woooooooo! LETS GO!!!! LETS GET IT!!!!
...Ever imagine what Cain said to Abel before that fateful day? …..Well keep reading my friend!

------------------/Come with Me to the Field; Cain’s Last Words To Abel

CAIN:
Each morning, when the wind tickles
the golden tops of Eden’s wheat stalks I know
its time.  I can witness them from afar,
here below, and hear them as angels’
taunting laughter, a sort of sarcastic chiming
that chills my bones and invokes startling shivers   
that break the morose cycle of my chronic
recurring nightmares.

ABEL:
Time for what, brother?

CAIN:
To embrace this lesser opportunity, to live down our
family’s collective regret at being expelled from
our home, laboring needlessly just to secure
a day’s sustenance from the ground. To be fair,
I never lived there, perky palace of the privileged,
serenity of the selected sovereigns,  
but I live in mom’s fantasies and recollections
of how things used to be, the world that should
have been but will never, never again be.
My body shakes involuntarily, only death
will quell this discontent

ABEL:
But brother,
when the sun rises God smiles on us.
His warmth dispelling the former night’s cold
unveiling the stunning beauty of the skyline, like
stark reminders that Eden is immaterial, not on that hill
distinct from us. And these animals bequeathed to us
are precisely all we could ever need or want,
clothing and food in abundance 
to share amongst ourselves in love.
Whatever lost we regain through community,
gratitude and prayer for God’s Hand-
invisible convocation of angels within,
Heaven in the midst of men,
the sacred brotherhood of Earth.
Hands clasping hands, arms locked in redemption.

CAIN:
……………………

ABEL:
Brother, are you okay?
Is everything alright?


----------------Genesis 4:1-12
And Adam knew Eve his wife; and she conceived, and bare Cain, and said, I have gotten a man from the Lord. And she again bare his brother Abel. And Abel was a keeper of sheep, but Cain was a tiller of the ground. And in process of time it came to pass, that Cain brought of the fruit of the ground an offering unto the Lord. And Abel, he also brought of the firstlings of his flock and of the fat thereof. And the Lord had respect unto Abel and to his offering: But unto Cain and to his offering he had not respect. And Cain was very wroth, and his countenance fell. And the Lord said unto Cain, Why art thou wroth? and why is thy countenance fallen? If thou doest well, shalt thou not be accepted? and if thou doest not well, sin lieth at the door. And unto thee shall be his desire, and thou shalt rule over him. And Cain talked with Abel his brother: and it came to pass, when they were in the field, that Cain rose up against Abel his brother, and slew him. And the Lord said unto Cain, Where is Abel thy brother? And he said, I know not: Am I my brother's keeper? And he said, What hast thou done? the voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground. And now art thou cursed from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother's blood from thy hand; When thou tillest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength; a fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth.

-----The Art of Staying Alive Lyrics

Sing me a song.
 I know we've used up every dawn,
 And yet I wonder
 When the scholars find our bones
 A thousand years from now under
 All the ashes of the earth,
 Will we be together?
 The only thing I know for sure.
The plates may shift
 And slit your wrists,
 But wear your scars.
 I will follow you through the dark.
Don't be afraid.
 This is the last night of our lives.
 Buried in flames.
 So kiss me one more time tonight.
 In your darkest night
 When all is lost,
 I will be your light,
 At whatever cost.
Let the plaster flow into
 The space our bodies used
 To occupy.
 Let it be a record of
 The love that buried us alive
 Underneath the sands of time.
 A testament that even after death
 Love survives.
Exit the vein.
 Exit the lungs.
 Exit the body.
 Never the heart.

Long Live the King (In Battle)

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*dedicated to Lebron James

-------------------/Long Live The King (In Battle)

Lebron, when you lace up your shoes
before each game
Im sure no one tells you that at tip off
the hardwood becomes Philistia. That the dimmed
lighting giving way to candescent celebratory montages 
on the Jumbotron are part and parcel to a coronation procession.
That the (palpable) collective climactic anxiety from
throngs in attendance punctuated by bursts of laudation
at hearing your name, like enthused cheering from future subjects
in ragged clothing, behind them sheep bleating in disbelief,
that a boy shepherd matures into royalty before their very eyes
that a boy from Ohio matures in transcendence...
Their good will is olive oil from a horn raised
high above your head
and poured as an anointing,  Coach Spoelstra as Samuel
chanting silent prayers for you and a curse
on all your fears as Saul. 
And for 82 games you go to war (filled with the spirit of God)
and to war, again and again, the man Chosen from among
the fans, to wear the crown and protect Miami
as a divine inheritance from the NBA. 
The San Antonio Spurs armed with
Spears that weigh three hundred shekels of brass
the Indiana Pacers, whose staff of spears are like a weaver's beam,
the Oklahoma City Thunder buffered by a 6’10 lean giant
with six fingers and on every foot six toes four and twenty in number,
and the Brooklyn Nets are the four brothers of Goliath:
kin to Giant fears and insecurities you have
already overcome with a sling and two* smooth stones
of Finals MVPs.  So although at times you may wax faint
and Tim Duncan draw blood thinking you are slain,
now is the time to harken back to your childhood -in Akron
you slew bears of poverty and violence, tearing adversities apart
with your bare hands roaring as lions.  Strategizing this summer
let your teammates succor you as Abishai
(D-Wade and Chris Bosh)
remembering that, truly, Israel has only one King
and one land to dwell in….and that you were chosen especially
to damn the Philistines.

(And avenge all losses.)


[ALL HAIL KING LEBRON!!!! COME ON LEBRON LETS REGROUP AND COME BACK AND KICK SOME SPUR BEHIND NEXT SEASON!!!! LETS GO MIAMI HEAT!!! LETS GO BIG THREE!!!! WOOOOOOOOO!!!!]

-------------------------------2 Samuel 21:15-22
Moreover the Philistines had yet war again with Israel; and David went down, and his servants with him, and fought against the Philistines: and David waxed faint. And Ishbibenob, which was of the sons of the giant, the weight of whose spear weighed three hundred shekels of brass in weight, he being girded with a new sword, thought to have slain David. But Abishai the son of Zeruiah succoured him, and smote the Philistine, and killed him. Then the men of David sware unto him, saying, Thou shalt go no more out with us to battle, that thou quench not the light of Israel. And it came to pass after this, that there was again a battle with the Philistines at Gob: then Sibbechai the Hushathite slew Saph, which was of the sons of the giant. And there was again a battle in Gob with the Philistines, where Elhanan the son of Jaareoregim, a Bethlehemite, slew the brother of Goliath the Gittite, the staff of whose spear was like a weaver's beam. And there was yet a battle in Gath, where was a man of great stature, that had on every hand six fingers, and on every foot six toes, four and twenty in number; and he also was born to the giant. And when he defied Israel, Jonathan the son of Shimeah the brother of David slew him. These four were born to the giant in Gath, and fell by the hand of David, and by the hand of his servants.

Lilting of the Walls

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-----------------------/The Lilting of the Walls (of Loneliness)

Taylor speak to me,
an Israelite war general, heart laden with the death of Moses
hell bent on his resurrection and Israel’s validation
through Canaanite blood
proving once and for all
that The Dream promised will finally be fulfilled. 
Tell me your love for me is a golden chest filled
with God’s magnanimity dictating ten commandments
on how to hold you while dancing
how to brush aside your hair to gaze into your eyes
and how not to hurt you with foolish sin that spawns plagues
of bitterness, death, disaster and the diaspora
of our comity.  Let your intentions for me be savage soldiers
patriots of the passion within. Short swords at the thigh
long swords perched at the center of the back, your blonde
hair and blue eyes like weapons indomitable
thirsting for pagan flesh. 
Arrows of hatred for past girlfriends, wounds by slave masters
in Egypt.
Don’t you see…please see…that my soul needs an invasion,
a phalanx before and after your seven priests:
protectors of the sacredness of your pretty, holding rams’ horns of
your heavenly voice to serenade the tragic toppling
of a godless kingdom of a man’s lonely despair.  
Bring down these walls of hopelessness with your embrace,
like seven days of a poised militaristic procession encircling my callous heart;
hedged alloy of anxiously annealed mud brick and overwrought stone.
And like a mighty joyous and raucous shout from
grizzled men with scars from battle, autobiographies of lives cursed
and fallen before them, your kiss
would raze all of my soul’s contention.
Your lips like Joshua’s lips,
messengers of beauty marauding my melancholy
telling me that every man, woman, child, cattle,
sheep and donkey of my past romantic affliction is dead.

(That you are here to rule my heart now.)

[OH TAYLOR, DATE ME- TONY!!! #TAYLORDATETONY SAVE ME FROM THIS LONELINESS AND HOLLOW EMPTINESS OF NON-LOVE!!!!!]


-------Johsua 6:1-20
Now the gates of Jericho were securely barred because of the Israelites. No one went out and no one came in. Then the Lord said to Joshua, “See, I have delivered Jericho into your hands, along with its king and its fighting men. March around the city once with all the armed men. Do this for six days. Have seven priests carry trumpets of rams’ horns in front of the ark. On the seventh day, march around the city seven times, with the priests blowing the trumpets. When you hear them sound a long blast on the trumpets, have the whole army give a loud shout; then the wall of the city will collapse and the army will go up, everyone straight in.” So Joshua son of Nun called the priests and said to them, “Take up the ark of the covenant of the Lord and have seven priests carry trumpets in front of it.” And he ordered the army, “Advance! March around the city, with an armed guard going ahead of the ark of the Lord.” When Joshua had spoken to the people, the seven priests carrying the seven trumpets before the Lord went forward, blowing their trumpets, and the ark of the Lord’s covenant followed them. The armed guard marched ahead of the priests who blew the trumpets, and the rear guard followed the ark. All this time the trumpets were sounding. But Joshua had commanded the army, “Do not give a war cry, do not raise your voices, do not say a word until the day I tell you to shout. Then shout!” So he had the ark of the Lord carried around the city, circling it once. Then the army returned to camp and spent the night there. Joshua got up early the next morning and the priests took up the ark of the Lord. The seven priests carrying the seven trumpets went forward, marching before the ark of the Lord and blowing the trumpets. The armed men went ahead of them and the rear guard followed the ark of the Lord, while the trumpets kept sounding. So on the second day they marched around the city once and returned to the camp. They did this for six days. On the seventh day, they got up at daybreak and marched around the city seven times in the same manner, except that on that day they circled the city seven times. The seventh time around, when the priests sounded the trumpet blast, Joshua commanded the army, “Shout! For the Lord has given you the city! The city and all that is in it are to be devoted to the Lord. Only Rahab the prostitute and all who are with her in her house shall be spared, because she hid the spies we sent. But keep away from the devoted things, so that you will not bring about your own destruction by taking any of them. Otherwise you will make the camp of Israel liable to destruction and bring trouble on it. All the silver and gold and the articles of bronze and iron are sacred to the Lord and must go into his treasury.” When the trumpets sounded, the army shouted, and at the sound of the trumpet, when the men gave a loud shout, the wall collapsed; so everyone charged straight in, and they took the city. They devoted the city to the Lord and destroyed with the sword every living thing in it—men and women, young and old, cattle, sheep and donkeys.

Waters of Never

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*dedicated to RB. (And I aint talking bout no running back!!!)
* dedicated to Amity Affliction, Chasing Ghosts
http://youtu.be/g2BI3Fww1vA



-----------/Waters of Never

When I saw your latest photo on Instagram it
was like a spirit passed by me in the fourth
watch of the night.  Chilling hollow winds blowing
right through me, your beauty like a surreal afflicting
apparition of love with hazel eyes, highly desired
but improbably gained.  You see…
15 years of loneliness is my sea, my hope for a girlfriend
like a misshapen moldy small boat with corroded wood
leaking –
(and rocking spasmodically with my crying)
barely keeping my heart afloat. I know what its like
to go from shore to shore seeking Salvation
shunned by Pharisees: tenebrous women, mouths and teeth
of termites, speech like the splitting of a mast.   
And, I want so badly to reach out to you
relics of your flesh and bone;
kiss you even at the risk of drowning, caress your face and hair
at the threat of my feet sinking to the bed of the sea....
 swallowed by leviathan, if you would just call my name
I would gladly jump out this boat and walk on water
in the name of chance.
I wish you were here sitting across from me…
the full moon would cast our shadows over sleeping fish
as sentimental salubrious sappy silhouettes-
two destined for marriage, our smiles bright
as the stars.
You would lead me to shore, curing the blind and healing
the sick. Multiplying fish and loaves of the impossible,
making all love’s wrongs right by raising
the dead. 
But youre not really here are you? Im only speaking
phantom psychology to my unfulfilled longings right?
You, the ghost of a 19 year old girl
I can never have.


-------------Matthew 14:25-30; Luke 24:39
And in the fourth watch of the night Jesus went unto them, walking on the sea. And when the disciples saw him walking on the sea, they were troubled, saying, It is a spirit; and they cried out for fear. But straightway Jesus spake unto them, saying, Be of good cheer; it is I; be not afraid And Peter answered him and said, Lord, if it be thou, bid me come unto thee on the water. And he said, Come. And when Peter was come down out of the ship, he walked on the water, to go to Jesus. But when he saw the wind boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink, he cried, saying, Lord, save me.; Look at my hands and my feet. It is I myself! Touch me and see; a ghost does not have flesh and bones, as you see I have.

-------------Chasing Ghosts Lyrics
Will they remember my name when I'm gone,
(When they know what I did was so f* wrong)
Put the steel to my wrist, lost the breath in my chest,
(Just to forget all the wrongs I had left)
I took the exit, left my friends in the gutter,
(Left my life right behind me, left myself, left it all)
Left myself, left it all, not a falter not a stutter
Not a note, and now?,
(There’s nothing at all)
(Are you at all haunted by memories past?
Are you ready to make this one breath your last?
Is your chest so heavy you're ready to leave,
Or are you hoping that some one will grieve?)
And now we roll on...
I'm gone now,I don't remember much,
I just know that I would have been better off if I had stayed,
spoken to a friend,
(let my heart keep on beating and not given it all up)
for the grave, for the grave
There's no one on the other side there's nothing more than what I had.
There's no ghost left to haunt you so you know I'm still here,
just the end of my life nothing left here at all.
(There's no memories here, just regrets of the dead),
please don't follow my footsteps - cherish all you have left.
(Are you at all haunted by memories past?
Are you ready to make this one breath your last?
Is your chest so heavy you’re ready to leave?
Or are you just hoping that someone will grieve?)
There's no one there on the other side,
(there's no one there on the other side)
There's nothing more than what I had.
(There's no ghost left to haunt you)
There's no memories here (memories here)
just the regrets of the dead (regrets of the dead)
please don't follow in my footsteps (my footsteps)
cherish all you have left.
(Are you at all haunted by memories past?
Are you ready to make this one breath your last?
Is your chest so heavy you’re ready to leave?
Or are you just hoping that someone will grieve?)
(Are you at all haunted by memories past?
Are you ready to make this one breath your last?
Is your chest so heavy you’re ready to leave?
Or are you just hoping that someone will grieve?)

Womb Party Disinvite

[The setting: A quaint first century hut in Judah encased by steep rolling hills. Sheep and goats graze freely and capriciously on the hillsides but usually only a few feet from their stern, often worn out, and protective shepherds. A spattering of Roman soldiers pass hither and thither through the countryside en route to their garrisons.  Mary has just arrived and warmly greeted her cousin Elizabeth. Tony, rather abruptly, stumbles therein and startles the two ladies]

Tony: LADIES, LADIES!!!! AHEM!!!!

[Tony realizes he is loud and lowers his voice]

Tony: ahem.... ladies...!!! What am I? Chopped suey?

Mary and Elizabeth (perplexed):...................

Tony: .....I mean, what, yall ladies gonna have a party and yall aint gonna invite me? MANNN!!! WHAT UP WITH DAT YO??? I BE TRYINGZ TO PARTY TOO!!! SON SON!!!

Mary: ....uhhhh Tony, this is, firstly a family gathering, and secondly predicated on our shared pregnancies..

Tony (blushing): .....oh.

Mary and Elizabeth (staring quietly):.............

Tony (getting flustered): ....oh...OH I SEE! SO BECAUSE I AINT NO WOMAN AND I AINT PREGNANT YALL SAYING I CANT COME TO THE WOMB PARTY???!!!!!! WELL...WELL.....SHOOT AT LEAST LET A BROTHA HAVE SOME CORNBREAD AND WATERMELON, HOMIE!!! ...shoot I traveled here all the way from ROCKVILLE, MARYLAND SON!
[Jesus (and John the Baptist) glares at Tony from inside Mary's Womb, sending Tony strong telepathic signals to leave]

Tony (taking the cue from Jesus): ......errr.....on second thought...IM OUT!!!! PEACE OUT LADIES!!! GA GA GOO GOO AND ALL THAT GOOD STUFF!!!
[Tony runs off]

[Mary and Elizabeth look at each other quizzically for a few seconds and then resume their conversation as recorded in the Bible]

The End of The World

*Virgin Mary pray for me
* Saint Elisabeth pray for me

* Dedicated to Touche Amore, Just Exist
http://youtu.be/WXfhoRBEKys


-------------/The Thoughts of Jesus and John the Baptist In Their Wombs


JESUS
The whispers of twenty four elders in white
jewel embellished robes: “now
is the time,” propelled me into human flesh
from Heaven’s throne,
a shooting star guarded by phalanxes of prophecy
(chased by the ghosts of their oppressors’ dissent
bathed in innocent blood)
and guided by the sweet humming of an Immaculate Woman.
From Above, we see no faces of men,
only a black mist rising with the stench of death
barely translucent
revealing but partial human silhouettes.
Most prayers are indistinct, muffled
by the thunderous cry of Abel’s blood with
gusts of cataclysm, those winds of divine lament
buoyed by Satanic regret flashing like lightning.
The only hope, I tell my Angels, is to revivify my creation myself
restore the broken bonds, reconstitute the unity
of a Paradise lost,
ameliorating the wounded hearts of Eve and Adam
with a soldier’s lance to my own.

JOHN
And we of this brittle, dry cracked and sun scorched bellicose earth
thirst.
We pine for redemption’s rain, to lift our eyes from the ground
and see the sun for the first time without the dank grey tinge
of cynicism that we have come to see in everything;
pain of my barren mother forlorn for a son.
She used to throw stones at the full moon.
(Now she’s brimming with joy).
Like her, our people need to know there’s a chance
for a soul’s cleansing.
And you have these words of hope, a Man
with living water on his tongue, full immersion of the old ways
gushing from his mouth.
Let me be an unworthy herald of filth, whether in fresh sandals
or scabbed bare feet and wild hair-
Baptizer of all of us thieves, prostitutes and murderers
into martyrs for your New World.  
(of love)


------Luke 1:39-45
And Mary arose in those days, and went into the hill country with haste, into a city of Juda;  And entered into the house of Zacharias, and saluted Elisabeth. And it came to pass, that, when Elisabeth heard the salutation of Mary, the babe leaped in her womb; and Elisabeth was filled with the Holy Ghost: And she spake out with a loud voice, and said, Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb. And whence is this to me, that the mother of my Lord should come to me? For, lo, as soon as the voice of thy salutation sounded in mine ears, the babe leaped in my womb for joy. And blessed is she that believed: for there shall be a performance of those things which were told her from the Lord

---------Just Exist Lyrics
I was once asked how I’d like to be remembered
 and I simply smiled and said “I’d rather
 stay forever.” It was possibly my loudest cliché
 but felt better than just walking away. I don’t
 know what my legacy will be. A song, some
 words I wrote, or a kid I’ll never see. All of
 these things scare me half to death. I’ll suffer
 the day just hoping for the best. But that’s not
 to say I don’t think that all of this can change.
 But that’s not to say I won’t wake up some day
 with a lion’s pride that I’m going to be okay.
 If again I’m asked how I’d like to be remembered,
 next time I’ll be better prepared for
 the answer, but you’ll never know much of
 the truth, so I’ll just exist. It’s all I can do. So
 much to consider and too much to grasp. To
 swallow mortality is enough of a task and
 leaving your mark is just too much to ask.
 I’ll just bow my head and leave out the back.