Taylor Swift Your Kiss Is Like A Whale #TaylorDateTony

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* Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony
* Jonah, pray for me

+-----Taylor Swift Your Kiss Is Like A Whale

Taylor, my heart is like Jonah, the son of
Amittai, a coward, a dastard. Its proclivity
for cravenness an inheritance by bloodline.
You see, even though I wish to sip coffee
and hold your hands, a short sail
on the pleasant wind and waves of your
charming voice and blue eyes to Ninevah,
these feet are firmly rooted seaside. Im scared.
When I dream about you, I cant sleep.
Fear of your rejection overtakes me- dream
phantom, breaker of hearts, repose terrorist
with cruel red eyes that thrive without moonlight,
glow on my loneliest of nights. And I know
its port town of Joppa is calling for me like a
divine edict of inner conviction, a metropolis
of my wild and untamed emotions that
should be confronted and courtship repentance
preached in its ears. But my romantic courage
is too frail. The past pains of girls' dating
refusals shriek “Tony, flee to Tarshish!!!”
“Board a ship to that remote country of myth,
of sad pagans forsaking love (or whom love
has forsaken).” Oh babes, look at this mess!
Please rescue me from languishing without you,
drifting to the world's flat edge soulless, on
regret’s wooden ship with putrid thoughts
of never marrying - scruffy sailors ignorant
of God! Your desire would be a mighty wind
flinging me into penitent raging seas, your kiss
a comfort large enough to swallow up
my dread of no girlfriend. A Starbuck’s latte
with you would be like the 3 days and 3 nights
of lush blonde hair and melodious singing
in the belly of a whale that saves my life.


----Jonah Chapter 1
The word of the Lord came to Jonah son of Amittai: “Go to the great city of Nineveh and preach against it, because its wickedness has come up before me.” But Jonah ran away from the Lord and headed for Tarshish. He went down to Joppa, where he found a ship bound for that port. After paying the fare, he went aboard and sailed for Tarshish to flee from the Lord. Then the Lord sent a great wind on the sea, and such a violent storm arose that the ship threatened to break up. All the sailors were afraid and each cried out to his own god. And they threw the cargo into the sea to lighten the ship. But Jonah had gone below deck, where he lay down and fell into a deep sleep. The captain went to him and said, “How can you sleep? Get up and call on your god! Maybe he will take notice of us so that we will not perish.” Then the sailors said to each other, “Come, let us cast lots to find out who is responsible for this calamity.” They cast lots and the lot fell on Jonah. So they asked him, “Tell us, who is responsible for making all this trouble for us? What kind of work do you do? Where do you come from? What is your country? From what people are you?” He answered, “I am a Hebrew and I worship the Lord, the God of heaven, who made the sea and the dry land.” This terrified them and they asked, “What have you done?” (They knew he was running away from the Lord, because he had already told them so.) The sea was getting rougher and rougher. So they asked him, “What should we do to you to make the sea calm down for us?” “Pick me up and throw me into the sea,” he replied, “and it will become calm. I know that it is my fault that this great storm has come upon you.” Instead, the men did their best to row back to land. But they could not, for the sea grew even wilder than before. Then they cried out to the Lord, “Please, Lord, do not let us die for taking this man’s life. Do not hold us accountable for killing an innocent man, for you, Lord, have done as you pleased.” Then they took Jonah and threw him overboard, and the raging sea grew calm. At this the men greatly feared the Lord, and they offered a sacrifice to the Lord and made vows to him. Now the Lord provided a huge fish to swallow Jonah, and Jonah was in the belly of the fish three days and three nights

Unto Us A Child Is Born #MichaelTheArchAngel

* Jesus pray for me
* Luke pray for me
* Angels of God, intercede for me. Michael, pray for me
* Dedicated to Hands Like Houses, Introduced Species
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qe3vmzBArxE

+----Unto Us A Child Is Born (Michael The Archangel's Song); The Forethoughts Of Michael The Archangel Before Joining in the Singing at Jesus’ Birth. 

This, truly then, is a marveling song,
of wonder, of fear and terror
about backlash for ontological
interpolation, about God the Sojourner
transmogrifying Himself from a realm
of purified spirit to salacious skin,
straddling two worlds that couldn’t
be further apart cosmologically.  
The lyrics are of new vernaculars,
angel linguistics, seraphim and
cherubim making preparation
for god blood, for god death,
new notes and notions on golden
bejeweled harps of our Creator slain
for men. And so its all the more
imperative that we rush back
and unsheathe the blade after
this birth, to feed the horses
of apocalyptic brawn and refortify
the phalanxes that encircle
the Tree of Life, snare drum beats
by Adam and Eve echoing in Eden,
the syncopated rhythms and
harmony of war. For at the end of our
verses, Satan will know the Baby;
And that the Revolution has begun.

(The prelude to humanity inheriting eternal
life, like us, and ruling over angels)

  -----------------Luke 2:1-14
In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. (This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) And everyone went to their own town to register. So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them. And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, 
“Glory to God in the highest heaven,
    and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”

----Introduced Species Lyrics
We don't belong here.

In a way we are all connected,
threaded together.
In a way we are all suspended,
bound going nowhere.

Wake up,
walk on the wires.
Defeat and define.
Wake up,
evolve and escape,
Unravel, unmake yourself.

We speak in tongues
and we walk on the wires between,
we don't belong here.
We are the sleeping sickness,
the dancing dreams,
we don't belong here.
We're invaders from the inside,
we're survivors in silver skin.
Shapeless, we move,
unwinding the wires between,
we don't belong here.

So we'll follow, follow down
each knotless fathom to the end.
No more hollow, hollow sounds
of echoes, echoes in our heads.

Wake up,
walk on the wires.
Connect and combine.
Wake up,
react and reshape,
untangle, unmake yourself.

We speak in tongues
and we walk on the wires between,
we don't belong here.
We are the sleeping sickness,
the dancing dreams,
we don't belong here.
We're invaders from the inside,
we're survivors in silver skin.
Shapeless, we move,
unwinding the wires between,
we don't belong here.

It's been a long, long night
and we're still learning how to survive.
Will you walk with me awhile,
and see a world with brand new eyes?
We see the sights,
and we're fighting for our lives.
Will you run?
Will you run?
Will you run?

(It's no longer survival of the fittest,
now that everyone survives.
But we don't want to survive...
...We want to live)

In a way we are all connected,
threaded together.
In a way we are all suspended...

We speak in tongues
and we walk on the wires between,
we don't belong here.
We are the sleeping sickness,
the dancing dreams,
we don't belong here.
We're invaders from the inside,
we're survivors in silver skin.
Shapeless, we move,
unwinding the wires between,
we don't belong here.

Sweet Queen Of My Apocalypse #TaylorDateTony #MerryChristmasTaylor

* Jesus pray for me
* John, pray for me
* Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony

+-----Sweet Queen Of My Apocalypse

Taylor the world
as we both know it
is ending, my lonely life
as a diseased earth begging
for an apocalypse of decay.
The rejection by girls I formerly
loved like seven trumpets blown,
seven angels forming the tightest
phalanx with the most severe
expressions and drawn stoic
eyes. I don’t want to mention the
plagues of emotions they unleashed,
how my land of expectation was burnt,
how my sea of confidence turned
to blood,
at night on my pillow the weeping
of multitudes, gnashing of teeth
of nations. Oh baby, wont you
date with me, just once?
You would be apotheosized in mid air,
clothed with the sun of my adulation,
the moon of my unbridled joy
under your feet. Over coffee, I
would stroke your blonde hair to
the side of your face, my kiss
on your head a crown of twelve stars.
My heart's Queen of second
chances pregnant with opportunity-
the hope of us falling in love would be
a Heaven borne son that “will rule
all the nations with an iron scepter.”
Our shared smiles as the Revelation
of Taylor dating Tony
in the New Age.  

-----Revelation 12:1-8
A great sign appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet and a crown of twelve stars on her head. She was pregnant and cried out in pain as she was about to give birth. Then another sign appeared in heaven: an enormous red dragon with seven heads and ten horns and seven crowns on its heads. Its tail swept a third of the stars out of the sky and flung them to the earth. The dragon stood in front of the woman who was about to give birth, so that it might devour her child the moment he was born. She gave birth to a son, a male child, who “will rule all the nations with an iron scepter.” And her child was snatched up to God and to his throne. The woman fled into the wilderness to a place prepared for her by God, where she might be taken care of for 1,260 days. Then war broke out in heaven. Michael and his angels fought against the dragon, and the dragon and his angels fought back. But he was not strong enough, and they lost their place in heaven.

The Next Quarterback Of Persia #RG3Rises

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* Jeremiah pray for me
* Dedicated to RG3

+-----The Next Quarterback Of Persia #RG3Rises

Jay Gruden is Nebuchadnezzar
enthroned, clad in an imperiously
cruel embroidered robe, a savage
red sash draped from his trapezius
of tyranny to his oppressive right oblique.
From behind a castle of fortified stone
(Fed Ex Field), Superbowl Banners like
hanging gardens that charm walls,
sits a man with a pompous
conical helmet of gold, grinning cynically,
buttressed by obsequious soldiers
of the sports press tightly clenching
slanderous spears. Tomorrow, a
Gala to besmirch an old quarterback,
DC's first Hebrew MVP. Meanwhile,
on sidelines of the Kingdom barely dressed,
in threshing fields dividing wheat and chaff,
hope and despair, this RG3 labors in
chains. Abused by the searing sun of public
scrutiny, no one cares that his clothes
need hemming, the adze needs sharpening.
And fatuous guards crack whips
too often and with excessive torque,
fair weather fans partial to the King of
partisanship, cowards of the royal court.
Yet by the river He smiles. Deep within, he
recites the promise made to all destined
for greatness: bear your injustices patiently.
In a short while comes his deliverance:
the Persian Empire of a new NFL
franchise. Smoke rises from their nostrils,
hatred seeps from acrid red eyes, horses
and chariots race to turn Babylon to ash.

-----Psalm 137:1-6/ Jeremiah 29:10-14
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion. How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land? If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy./ This is what the Lord says: “When seventy years are completed for Babylon, I will come to you and fulfill my good promise to bring you back to this place. For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you,” declares the Lord, “and will bring you back from captivity. I will gather you from all the nations and places where I have banished you,” declares the Lord, “and will bring you back to the place from which I carried you into exile.”

Simon Of Cyrene's Journal

* Jesus pray for me
* Simon pray for me

+-----Simon Of Cyrene's Journal (From The Day Jesus Was Crucified)

These are the words of a once
benighted man, once ensconced
in a maddened mob filled with malice
gone stark raving mad for a crucifixion.
(Their open mouths having the
odious stench of mass open graves.)
I began moping in my spirit due to
another instance of societal
hope eviscerated by my people,
the proud sons and daughters of
prophet slayers, and had already
forecasted a melancholy moon…
followed by a pitiable sun of a mediocre
monotonous tomorrow enslaved...more
rage of the Romans. No more Savior
to speak of, no more slick shimmering
star of shill for shepherds to entertain
and spread their inspired delusion.
Then I remember suddenly, before
that realignment of earth realms afterwards,
being shoved from behind into open
space, the Sacred Path, face to face
with the Revolutionary One mercifully
shouldering a cross of splintered timber.
When I touched that Blessed Wood,
for just a moment carrying a rind of
a new ethos, I saw for the first time
with transcendent eyes. Visions of a
purifying wave of fire descending to scorch
the entire world: Jerusalem first, spark of
Golgotha, then Judea, then burning end tips
of the earth. My hands still smell of smoke,
my heart still burns within to see again
the brightness of King David’s renewal.


-----Mark 15:21-24
A certain man from Cyrene, Simon, the father of Alexander and Rufus, was passing by on his way in from the country, and they forced him to carry the cross. They brought Jesus to the place called Golgotha (which means “the place of the skull”). Then they offered him wine mixed with myrrh, but he did not take it. And they crucified him. Dividing up his clothes, they cast lots to see what each would get.

The Cross of Tony Conti and Kirk Cousins #IamSimonofCyrene

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* Simon of Cyrene, pray for me
* Dedicated to Kirk Cousins #HTTR
#IamSimonofCyrene

+------The Cross

Kirk, Ive seen you marred,
your whole body,
the darkened almost bluish contusions
from whips of blade and stone,
callous war fists torqued towards
your broken nose and blistered lips,
seven Redskins losses like skin scars,
like seven lashes of seven bands of men.
The seven teams that defeated you
are encircling soldiers of barbarism scoffing
at the remainder of your NFL season.
(The Bills, Eagles and Cowboys are
Pontius Pilate full of complicit sneer.)
And they think this is the end,
Golgotha, place of the skull, femur
fragments and the stench of open
graves of the NFC damned laid before you.
But I know this isn’t the case, this
cross on your back, the pressure
to win 3 more games to make the playoffs,
is blessed wood to the touch,
it is the bark that vivifies my spirit
as I watch you pass by me on the football
field to climb the hill. Allow this loyal fan
ensconced in jeering crowds of haters
to walk alongside you shoulder to shoulder,
leaning mine against yours of dried blood
and spittle. Let me wipe your face
with a cloth of kind words: in 4 weeks
at Fed Ex field you will be glorified,
Washington, DC will lionize your life not
death. For you are our Playoff Resurrection.

-----------------Mark 15:15-21
And so Pilate, willing to content the people, released Barabbas unto them, and delivered Jesus, when he had scourged him, to be crucified. And the soldiers led him away into the hall, called Praetorium; and they call together the whole band. And they clothed him with purple, and platted a crown of thorns, and put it about his head, And began to salute him, Hail, King of the Jews! And they smote him on the head with a reed, and did spit upon him, and bowing their knees worshipped him. And when they had mocked him, they took off the purple from him, and put his own clothes on him, and led him out to crucify him. And they compel one Simon a Cyrenian, who passed by, coming out of the country, the father of Alexander and Rufus, to bear his cross.

In Ramath Lehi, The Sexiest Lovemonger #TonyLovesGigi

* Jesus pray for me

* Dedicated to Gigi Hadid

#TonyLovesGigi

+----In Ramath Lehi, The Sexiest Lovemonger

Gigi please fight for me.

Manifold lonely sentiments 

in my heart (inured to my tears)

rally against me with the cruel 

and callous savagery of dimwitted  

frothy mouthed Philistines. Riding

iron chariots. At night when I muse 

on all the girls who rejected me,

Im flanked by a legion dangerously 

armed, marauders wielding 

sharp sickleswords of scoffing, 

jeering crescent axes and 

loop javelins of disdain trying to raze 

every buttress of self confidence 

I have left,

men, women and children under siege

tempted towards cannibalism. Oh baby,

my love life is Israel in need of a 

strong judge, a beautiful warmonger, 

a model blessed with blue-green eyes, 

two scepter gems, that slays the runway 

convincingly and consistently. (Like you)

Use your charm as the jawbone of 

an ass for me (It is the most 

pernicious weapon, sturdy bone of us 

smiling at each other that utterly 

vanquishes all pessimism-Bodies 

of my negative emotions strewn 

across a battlefield). Then we can drink

coffee together with a kiss, water from a 

rock in Lehi to strengthen you.  

-----------------Judges 15:16-20

Then Samson said,

“With a donkey’s jawbone

    I have made donkeys of them.

With a donkey’s jawbone

    I have killed a thousand men.”

When he finished speaking, he threw away the jawbone; and the place was called Ramath Lehi. Because he was very thirsty, he cried out to the Lord, “You have given your servant this great victory. Must I now die of thirst and fall into the hands of the uncircumcised?” Then God opened up the hollow place in Lehi, and water came out of it. When Samson drank, his strength returned and he revived. So the spring was called En Hakkore, and it is still there in Lehi. Samson led Israel for twenty years in the days of the Philistines.

Taylor In Timnah #TaylorDateTony

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* Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony

+-----Taylor In Timnah

Taylor, with us the
best is most certainly yet
to come. My desire for you
will not be denied, it is a
truculent Hebrew warrior with
long peremptory hair,
romantic dreams, and scars,
scars on his biceps, scars
from girls who rejected his overtures
in the past; love is war. Your
songs are the soft chime of belled
charm, carefully crafted porcelain
styled with Philistine exoticism, ringing
in my heart, delivered on winds of
my greatest longings, beckoning me;
A pneumatic voice that drifts
from faraway lands to Zorah.
Those mesmeric blue eyes, alluring
blonde tresses, and comely face
await me in the vineyard of treasured
fantasy in Timnah, Eden restored,
your kiss the choicest fruit of the vine,
no more need for Trees of Good and Evil.
I will come running undeterred, my
exuberance and joy to meet you
like herculean strength and joy. The young
lion roaring of the impossibility of you and I
sharing coffee, exchanging smiles, will be
torn apart with these bare hands…
like a young goat.



----Judges 14:1-7
Samson went down to Timnah and saw there a young Philistine woman. When he returned, he said to his father and mother, “I have seen a Philistine woman in Timnah; now get her for me as my wife.” His father and mother replied, “Isn’t there an acceptable woman among your relatives or among all our people? Must you go to the uncircumcised Philistines to get a wife?” But Samson said to his father, “Get her for me. She’s the right one for me.” (His parents did not know that this was from the Lord, who was seeking an occasion to confront the Philistines; for at that time they were ruling over Israel.) Samson went down to Timnah together with his father and mother. As they approached the vineyards of Timnah, suddenly a young lion came roaring toward him. The Spirit of the Lord came powerfully upon him so that he tore the lion apart with his bare hands as he might have torn a young goat. But he told neither his father nor his mother what he had done.  Then he went down and talked with the woman, and he liked her.

Abram's Confessions

* Jesus pray for me
* Abraham pray for me
* Dedicated to Ally

+-----"Abram's Confessions"

I imagine chiding my Hebrew son.
not to go near cacti,
I imagine his form, his face
a facsimile of mine. When feeding
livestock sometimes I see mirages
of child handprints in hot sands,
in the rubble deposits of passing
tumbleweeds, strands of a boy’s hair.
And the gentle modulated pitch
of Ishmael’s snoring, sound of
faint war trumpets of irascible men
from Hagar’s bloodline approaching,
is often disconcerting. From certain
angles, moonlight through the tent
door paints his entire face and torso
alabaster, but his eyes are red.  
I swear Im manic, I tell Sarai
of the storied curses of Baal.
Ive done all I can do, circumcised
all the men in my company I can
circumcise, wished upon as many
stars as I can see. I walk alone at
night impervious to predation of
wolves, the howl as a love language
between their longing and prosperity,
their food and death, as I await
fulfillment of an incredulous promise
made –that my offspring will rule
Canaan. A great Hebrew nation
somehow springs forth from a drying
withered man and barren womb.
God help me to believe.

---Genesis 17:1-22
When Abram was ninety-nine years old, the Lord appeared to him and said, “I am God Almighty; walk before me faithfully and be blameless. Then I will make my covenant between me and you and will greatly increase your numbers.” Abram fell facedown, and God said to him, “As for me, this is my covenant with you: You will be the father of many nations. No longer will you be called Abram; your name will be Abraham, for I have made you a father of many nations. I will make you very fruitful; I will make nations of you, and kings will come from you. I will establish my covenant as an everlasting covenant between me and you and your descendants after you for the generations to come, to be your God and the God of your descendants after you. The whole land of Canaan, where you now reside as a foreigner, I will give as an everlasting possession to you and your descendants after you; and I will be their God.” Then God said to Abraham, “As for you, you must keep my covenant, you and your descendants after you for the generations to come. This is my covenant with you and your descendants after you, the covenant you are to keep: Every male among you shall be circumcised. You are to undergo circumcision, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and you. For the generations to come every male among you who is eight days old must be circumcised, including those born in your household or bought with money from a foreigner—those who are not your offspring. Whether born in your household or bought with your money, they must be circumcised. My covenant in your flesh is to be an everlasting covenant. Any uncircumcised male, who has not been circumcised in the flesh, will be cut off from his people; he has broken my covenant.” God also said to Abraham, “As for Sarai your wife, you are no longer to call her Sarai; her name will be Sarah. I will bless her and will surely give you a son by her. I will bless her so that she will be the mother of nations; kings of peoples will come from her.” Abraham fell facedown; he laughed and said to himself, “Will a son be born to a man a hundred years old? Will Sarah bear a child at the age of ninety?” And Abraham said to God, “If only Ishmael might live under your blessing!” Then God said, “Yes, but your wife Sarah will bear you a son, and you will call him Isaac. I will establish my covenant with him as an everlasting covenant for his descendants after him. And as for Ishmael, I have heard you: I will surely bless him; I will make him fruitful and will greatly increase his numbers. He will be the father of twelve rulers, and I will make him into a great nation. But my covenant I will establish with Isaac, whom Sarah will bear to you by this time next year.” When he had finished speaking with Abraham, God went up from him.

The Hangover #IamSaul

* Jesus pray for me
* Paul pray for me
#IamSaul

+----- "The Hangover; Saul's Conversion Story Told To Ananias"

I was on my high horse
trotting to the city of my dreams,
drunken with self righteous murder theory.
I remember waking that morning,
precious kill letters pressed against
my breast, in those brief
moments of groggy delusion before
one really comes to, seeing
in the mirror crimson skin, trickles of
sweat on my brow as arterial blood
tracing the contours of my face.
When I yawned, my teeth shown
as freshly polished long
daggers- like the ones Roman soldiers
use to finalize trades of mortality,
death for life, sacrificing enemies
of the empire to the gods of world
domination, and the cock outside
my window crowed like the wild screams
of a war.
But in an instant, an eclipse, all things
cloaked in cursed imperious
Sadducee-black, the sun that
once recommended my victims turning
antagonistic to eyes that had so blindly
believed a lie. The colt I loved bucked and
fled for new life, flinging me into chaos
backwards. Now Damascus is less
hunting ground and more hospice,
where the persecutor begs the persecuted
(and God) for a chance to be sober

---Acts 9:1-19
Meanwhile, Saul was still breathing out murderous threats against the Lord’s disciples. He went to the high priest  and asked him for letters to the synagogues in Damascus, so that if he found any there who belonged to the Way, whether men or women, he might take them as prisoners to Jerusalem. As he neared Damascus on his journey, suddenly a light from heaven flashed around him. He fell to the ground and heard a voice say to him, “Saul, Saul, why do you persecute me?” “Who are you, Lord?” Saul asked. “I am Jesus, whom you are persecuting,” he replied. “Now get up and go into the city, and you will be told what you must do.” The men traveling with Saul stood there speechless; they heard the sound but did not see anyone. Saul got up from the ground, but when he opened his eyes he could see nothing. So they led him by the hand into Damascus. For three days he was blind, and did not eat or drink anything. In Damascus there was a disciple named Ananias. The Lord called to him in a vision, “Ananias!” “Yes, Lord,” he answered. The Lord told him, “Go to the house of Judas on Straight Street and ask for a man from Tarsus named Saul, for he is praying. In a vision he has seen a man named Ananias come and place his hands on him to restore his sight.” “Lord,” Ananias answered, “I have heard many reports about this man and all the harm he has done to your holy people in Jerusalem. And he has come here with authority from the chief priests to arrest all who call on your name.” But the Lord said to Ananias, “Go! This man is my chosen instrument to proclaim my name to the Gentiles and their kings and to the people of Israel. I will show him how much he must suffer for my name.” Then Ananias went to the house and entered it. Placing his hands on Saul, he said, “Brother Saul, the Lord—Jesus, who appeared to you on the road as you were coming here—has sent me so that you may see again and be filled with the Holy Spirit.” Immediately, something like scales fell from Saul’s eyes, and he could see again. He got up and was baptized, and after taking some food, he regained his strength.

The Queen's Moment, #IamMordecai

* Jesus pray for me
* Esther pray for me
#IamMordecai

+------"The Queen's Moment; Mordecai's Words to Esther Urging Her To See The King"- A Poem Based on Esther 4:6-17

I cant quite explain to you the sound
of God's Voice, it’s a sweet
hollow ringing of the cosmos,
like overhearing angel liturgy
streaming down highly refined
strata to earth indecipherable
in the air. Too ineffable to interpret,
too imprecise as to be rendered
human, yet poignant. But when He
speaks everything you knew
changes, lightning streaking in the
darkness of the precreation
void…ex nihilo. Anyway, He told me
He wants you to find strength without
delay. To go before the King and
redirect the Angel of Death’s gaze
lest spates of innocent Hebrew blood
surge throughout the streets, and ghosts
of your regret vacillate to and fro
etching Haman's inverted name
on dilapidated walls in
Persian slums for years to come. Esther,
now is the time to save your people.
Surely you were born for this,
face aglow like Moses on the Mount,
determined to protect a nation from wrath.


---------------------Esther 4:6-17
So Hathak went out to Mordecai in the open square of the city in front of the king’s gate. Mordecai told him everything that had happened to him, including the exact amount of money Haman had promised to pay into the royal treasury for the destruction of the Jews. He also gave him a copy of the text of the edict for their annihilation, which had been published in Susa, to show to Esther and explain it to her, and he told him to instruct her to go into the king’s presence to beg for mercy and plead with him for her people. Hathak went back and reported to Esther what Mordecai had said. Then she instructed him to say to Mordecai, “All the king’s officials and the people of the royal provinces know that for any man or woman who approaches the king in the inner court without being summoned the king has but one law: that they be put to death unless the king extends the gold scepter to them and spares their lives. But thirty days have passed since I was called to go to the king.” When Esther’s words were reported to Mordecai, he sent back this answer: “Do not think that because you are in the king’s house you alone of all the Jews will escape. For if you remain silent at this time, relief and deliverance for the Jews will arise from another place, but you and your father’s family will perish. And who knows but that you have come to your royal position for such a time as this?” Then Esther sent this reply to Mordecai: “Go, gather together all the Jews who are in Susa, and fast for me. Do not eat or drink for three days, night or day. I and my attendants will fast as you do. When this is done, I will go to the king, even though it is against the law. And if I perish, I perish.” So Mordecai went away and carried out all of Esther’s instructions.

The Appeal To Swine #IamLegion

* Jesus pray for me
* Mark pray for me

+-----The Appeal To Swine

This is my life in quantum theory,
my soul entangled with spirits in a
separate dimension, dolorous, who
can never be appeased because
they’re suspended above
a lake of sulfur ceaselessly burning.
Im an ensnared man, forced to share his
every high and low with damned angels,
scars on celestial backs in lieu of wings,
scars of a battle lost. So when I scream,
unbearable shrills in hills of the
Gerasenes that people hear, the demons
are inveighing from hell wishing to trade
places with the human. Somehow they’ve
managed to fuse my fears with their fury
and that’s when the worst of me prevails,
when indignation at my abused
childhood manifests as strong aversions
to totems of authority, especially iron
chains clamped on the feet, when my
societal scorn for the Roman occupation
is a stone in my hands that seeks my
own flesh and blood. It’s the blood that
placates me for some reason that I cant
explain: Dying Man returning to dust of
earth shamefully. I don’t think anyone fully
understands this rage in me Jesus,
this Legion. Honestly its something
only swine would know.

---Mark 5:1-20
They went across the lake to the region of the Gerasenes. When Jesus got out of the boat, a man with an impure spirit came from the tombs to meet him. This man lived in the tombs, and no one could bind him anymore, not even with a chain. For he had often been chained hand and foot, but he tore the chains apart and broke the irons on his feet. No one was strong enough to subdue him. Night and day among the tombs and in the hills he would cry out and cut himself with stones. When he saw Jesus from a distance, he ran and fell on his knees in front of him. He shouted at the top of his voice, “What do you want with me, Jesus, Son of the Most High God? In God’s name don’t torture me!” For Jesus had said to him, “Come out of this man, you impure spirit!” Then Jesus asked him, “What is your name?” “My name is Legion,” he replied, “for we are many.” And he begged Jesus again and again not to send them out of the area. A large herd of pigs was feeding on the nearby hillside. The demons begged Jesus, “Send us among the pigs; allow us to go into them.” He gave them permission, and the impure spirits came out and went into the pigs. The herd, about two thousand in number, rushed down the steep bank into the lake and were drowned. Those tending the pigs ran off and reported this in the town and countryside, and the people went out to see what had happened. When they came to Jesus, they saw the man who had been possessed by the legion of demons, sitting there, dressed and in his right mind; and they were afraid. Those who had seen it told the people what had happened to the demon-possessed man—and told about the pigs as well. Then the people began to plead with Jesus to leave their region. As Jesus was getting into the boat, the man who had been demon-possessed begged to go with him. Jesus did not let him, but said, “Go home to your own people and tell them how much the Lord has done for you, and how he has had mercy on you.” So the man went away and began to tell in the Decapolis how much Jesus had done for him. And all the people were amazed.

Jay Cutler's Wall Of Stone #HTTR

* Jesus pray for me
* Joshua pray for me
* Dedicated to Kirk Cousins

+-----Jay Cutler's (Futile) Wall Of Stone #HTTR

Kirk, the Chicago Bears are
nothing save a motley, untrained
and unskilled band of anemic
gridiron brothers unwittingly appointed
a fate of peril. Their confidence in their
slim playoff chances, towering wall
of slabs circumscribing Soldier Field,
is misplaced. Jay Cutler,
fainthearted war captain, is cowardly
and prone to cowering in the face of
colliding steel, the helmets of
burly Redskins defensive lineman
striking those of his flaccid offense line’s
menacingly. But, trust me, on Sunday
when you, Matt Jones and Desean
Jackson march down the football field,
ark of the covenant of Jay Gruden’s
playbook before you, bearing your
unflappable courage as rousing trumpets
trailing closely behind, stone will
dislodge from stone. This bastion
they depended on will devolve and
scatter into dilapidation, their entire
season a crumbled remnant of losing. Just
deliver the war cry “YOU LIKE THAT?!!”
and the Burgundy and Gold will rush to
plunder, scoring touchdowns at will.
No Bear player’s joy will remain alive.

---Joshua 6:1-5
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.”

Boat #TaylorDateTony #wcw

* Jesus pray for me
* Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony #wcw

+-----Boat

Taylor there is no hope for my heart
inland (in Galilee), the ground is brittle
there, my soul like parched earth
thirsting. The best chance
I have of finding love is
this concave construction of slats
drifting towards you,
a vessel of wood desperately
and painfully hewn, a collection
of fallen timber of dating refusals,
and burnt and gnawed oak of girls
who I love that don’t
love me back bundled and tied
together before the build.
Oh TayTay, I swear its as if
I can see your silhouette
behind deep mists of my longing,
angel walking flirtatiously
on water without wings. Your blonde
hair and blue eyes  divinely
shimmering on the surface of
the deep beneath the moon.
Your charming voice like one sent
of God. Your life one gorgeous song.
Call out to me in my loneliness,
I would walk out to you who walks
on my dreams in faith. If you kiss me
just one time, I promise never to doubt.


---Matthew 14:22-33
Immediately Jesus made the disciples get into the boat and go on ahead of him to the other side, while he dismissed the crowd. After he had dismissed them, he went up on a mountainside by himself to pray. Later that night, he was there alone, and the boat was already a considerable distance from land, buffeted by the waves because the wind was against it. Shortly before dawn Jesus went out to them, walking on the lake. When the disciples saw him walking on the lake, they were terrified. “It’s a ghost,” they said, and cried out in fear. But Jesus immediately said to them: “Take courage! It is I. Don’t be afraid.” “Lord, if it’s you,” Peter replied, “tell me to come to you on the water.” “Come,” he said. Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, “Lord, save me!” Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. “You of little faith,” he said, “why did you doubt?” And when they climbed into the boat, the wind died down. Then those who were in the boat worshiped him, saying, “Truly you are the Son of God.”

Weeding Injustice

* Jesus pray for me
* Mary pray for me
#FeastoftheImmaculateConception


+----"Weeding Injustice"; Mary's Thoughts Before Proclaiming To The Angel Gabriel: "Let It Be Done To Me According To Your Word" 

I don’t use candles anymore,
flickering bedside prophets that
dispense warmth, their faint whispers
rising in white smoke would
apprise me of an epically approaching
fait accompli, which brought
great comfort. Also, the fire’s
luminosity stirred up vivid dreams,
sleep fantasies
about the dissolution of Rome-
Caesar’s fatal fall from his manic
horse, mass mutiny then the
reestablishment of Jerusalem
sovereignty under David. I swear,
in my excitement, I would wake
in ecstatic sweats with
charred tresses. But now I will forsake
wick and wax, forever snuff out
man-made flames. For the Promise
spoken me, that the Son of God
will spring from my Blessed Womb,
emanates so brightly from
my heart that even in pitch black
everything is aglow, all things
clothed radiantly in white: I know
now the emperor’s throne
has finally cracked and and split,
that wickedness in this world is
fleeing
to pave the way for justice.


---------------------Luke 1:34-38
How will this be,” Mary asked the angel, “since I am a virgin?” The angel answered, “The Holy Spirit will come on you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the holy one to be born will be called the Son of God. Even Elizabeth your relative is going to have a child in her old age, and she who was said to be unable to conceive is in her sixth month. For no word from God will ever fail.” “I am the Lord’s servant,” Mary answered. “May your word to me be fulfilled.” Then the angel left her.

Sheep and Stars

* Jesus pray for me
* David pray for me

+-----Sheep and Stars; The Thoughts Of David While Holding Goliath’s Head, Seconds Before The Raucous Cheering Of Israel’s Army

I remember now those slingshot
dreams beneath the moon shivering
in the coldest air,
winter’s cruel acrimony against
shepherd’s skin, lying supine pressing
myself against a tightly fit flock of
sleeping sheep, my head on warm wool
hurling rocks at heaven
trying to intercept the path of a
shooting star. “These are brothers,
these are sisters” I assessed
at the time. There was no hesitation
of conflict, no courage crisis when
the lion advanced against us,
dried blood on the mane, or the
bear of brawn brandished fangs to
put me in flight, I grabbed leather.
I pulled from my pouch the sharpened
stones. The rule of the fold,
in the capricious wilderness
where future Kings are culled to reign,
has always been, simply:
"God protects me, I protect the flock."
So I have already sworn my love
to Israel, that it will forever stand…
no matter how tall and imposing
the Philistine, or how heavy
his massive and putrid head.

---------------------1 Samuel 17:32-49
David said to Saul, “Let no one lose heart on account of this Philistine; your servant will go and fight him.” Saul replied, “You are not able to go out against this Philistine and fight him; you are only a young man, and he has been a warrior from his youth.” But David said to Saul, “Your servant has been keeping his father’s sheep. When a lion or a bear came and carried off a sheep from the flock, I went after it, struck it and rescued the sheep from its mouth. When it turned on me, I seized it by its hair, struck it and killed it. Your servant has killed both the lion and the bear; this uncircumcised Philistine will be like one of them, because he has defied the armies of the living God. The Lord who rescued me from the paw of the lion and the paw of the bear will rescue me from the hand of this Philistine.” Saul said to David, “Go, and the Lord be with you.” Then Saul dressed David in his own tunic. He put a coat of armor on him and a bronze helmet on his head.  David fastened on his sword over the tunic and tried walking around, because he was not used to them. “I cannot go in these,” he said to Saul, “because I am not used to them.” So he took them off. Then he took his staff in his hand, chose five smooth stones from the stream, put them in the pouch of his shepherd’s bag and, with his sling in his hand, approached the Philistine. Meanwhile, the Philistine, with his shield bearer in front of him, kept coming closer to David. He looked David over and saw that he was little more than a boy, glowing with health and handsome, and he despised him. He said to David, “Am I a dog, that you come at me with sticks?” And the Philistine cursed David by his gods. “Come here,” he said, “and I’ll give your flesh to the birds and the wild animals!” David said to the Philistine, “You come against me with sword and spear and javelin, but I come against you in the name of the Lord Almighty, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied. This day the Lord will deliver you into my hands, and I’ll strike you down and cut off your head. This very day I will give the carcasses of the Philistine army to the birds and the wild animals, and the whole world will know that there is a God in Israel. All those gathered here will know that it is not by sword or spear that the Lord saves; for the battle is the Lord’s, and he will give all of you into our hands.” As the Philistine moved closer to attack him, David ran quickly toward the battle line to meet him. Reaching into his bag and taking out a stone, he slung it and struck the Philistine on the forehead. The stone sank into his forehead, and he fell facedown on the ground.

Memoirs Of A Gittite Refugee

* Jesus pray for me
* David pray for me
* Dedicated to Alexisonfire, Boiled Frogs
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kgkMlEn8L2E

+-----Memoirs Of A Gittite Refugee; The Thoughts Of Ittai While Fleeing Absalom  

My life before I met you,
I don’t quite remember it…
the days just blended together,
a sort of malaise of extended time.
Ever since, the godly example of love
you set, the kind care for your people
continue to stir the goodly soul.
Now in my house even paying taxes
is part pure and part sacred,
a ritual of ascendancy,
copper is christened as official tender of
loyal subjects, and when
dropped from oily hands into silver tins
of the treasury, cues from
loud coin clinks translate serfs to courtiers.
So forevermore no matter the cost,
you are King. We'll render homage
in peace or beneath flaming arrows
skulking, in temples of opulence
or knee deep in fields of blood where
they buried the severed
head of Goliath. Where else shall we turn?
No other nation confers dignity on exiles,
food and shelter for the refugee,
the moral code of human revolution
spoken secretly between gods and
angels revealed. Friend,
wherever you go I go, and if you die,
I swear to you we die together.

----2 Samuel 15:13-21
A messenger came and told David, “The hearts of the people of Israel are with Absalom.” Then David said to all his officials who were with him in Jerusalem, “Come! We must flee, or none of us will escape from Absalom. We must leave immediately, or he will move quickly to overtake us and bring ruin on us and put the city to the sword.” The king’s officials answered him, “Your servants are ready to do whatever our lord the king chooses.” The king set out, with his entire household following him; but he left ten concubines to take care of the palace. So the king set out, with all the people following him, and they halted at the edge of the city. All his men marched past him, along with all the Kerethites and Pelethites; and all the six hundred Gittites who had accompanied him from Gath marched before the king. The king said to Ittai the Gittite, “Why should you come along with us? Go back and stay with King Absalom. You are a foreigner, an exile from your homeland. You came only yesterday. And today shall I make you wander about with us, when I do not know where I am going? Go back, and take your people with you. May the Lord show you kindness and faithfulness.” But Ittai replied to the king, “As surely as the Lord lives, and as my lord the king lives, wherever my lord the king may be, whether it means life or death, there will your servant be.”

----Boiled Frogs Lyrics
"Boiled Frogs"

[George:] A man sits at his desk
One year from retirement,
And he's up for review
Not quite sure what to do.
Each passing year
The workload grows.

[Dallas:] I'm always wishing, I'm always wishing too late
For things to go my way
It always ends up the same
(Count your blessings)
I must be missing, I must be missing the point
Your signal fades away and all I'm left with is noise
(Count your blessings on one hand)

So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight.
There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life

[George:] Poor little tin man, still swinging his axe,
Even though his joints are clogged with rust.

[Wade:] My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away.
Safe in monotony, (so safe), day after day
(Count your blessings)
My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away.
Cold wind blows off the lake, and I know for sure that it's too late
(Count your blessings on one hand)

[Dallas:] So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight
There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life.

Can't help but feel betrayed, punch the clock every single day
There's no loyalty and no remorse.
Youth sold for a pension cheque
And it makes him f* sick
He's heating up, he can't say no

(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh)

So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight,
There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life.
(So wait up)
So wait up I'm not sleeping alone again tonight
Between the light and shallow waves is where I'm going to die
Wait up for me
Wait up for me
Wait up for me

How I Wish I Met Whitney

* Jesus pray for me
* Matthew pray for me
* Dedicated to Whitney. I wish you peace, joy and a prodigious womb in your next life…as a wife and mother. Too bad I was too cowardly to tell you how I really felt about you when I had the chance….

+-----How I Wish I Met Whitney

Whitney I always re-imagine you
wistfully adrift, gazing dreamily at
opposite shores on a gentle ripple
of a morning wave,
wide net of opportunity
held slack in your hands
after days of patient
anticipation of a greater fate.
The dark silhouettes of trees
of uncertainty reflect back
in your eyes, branches
of Galilee dancing but obscured
by dense white mist, bark-sway
of mystery and intrigue. And then,
deep within a lover’s inland
I would approach you
filled with umbrage for your oar,
disdain for the boat that perpetuated
your unfulfilled longings. “Come
follow me" I would say, let me take
you from all you think you know
and make you my wife. Together,
we will save the world by
making all things new.

----Matthew 4:18-20
As Jesus was walking beside the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon called Peter and his brother Andrew. They were casting a net into the lake, for they were fishermen. “Come, follow me,” Jesus said, “and I will send you out to fish for people.” At once they left their nets and followed him.

My Love Prophet #TaylorDateTony

* Jesus pray for me
* Elisha pray for me
* Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony

+-----My Love Prophet

Taylor, the battles I wage for love
fiercely rage on. Intractable loneliness
always rises up contrary to
all my romantic notions-
the King of Aram in smirched glory,
snaggle teeth stained brownish-
yellow, breath most odious.
Alas presently, I am besieged by despair.
His chariots encircle my
dreams. Driven by outlandishly insipid
girls, those ones who repeatedly reject my
dating invitations, bumbling warriors
with tattered leather skin armor
(shoulder plates corroded), their charm
oxidized daggers, rusted and
only brandished for display, they bark out
nightly: “TONY YOU WILL ALWAYS
BE UNWANTED!”  The horses they ride
are sickly. Oh Taylor, wont you encamp
in Dothan (my heart), and stir up hope
and faith in the midst of these trials
with a soft kiss, your two blue eyes
like angels in the vanguard
of a formidable lovers’ army  come to
my defense; In their hands,
bellicose torches, flames indignant to
despair, sitting astride war stallions
set to destroy all that stands averse
to you and I sharing a cup of coffee?
Show the world that on a date with you,
I'm much more than the wicked
lovelorn forces that surround me.


---2 Kings 6:8-17
Now the king of Aram was at war with Israel. After conferring with his officers, he said, “I will set up my camp in such and such a place.” The man of God sent word to the king of Israel: “Beware of passing that place, because the Arameans are going down there.” So the king of Israel checked on the place indicated by the man of God. Time and again Elisha warned the king, so that he was on his guard in such places. This enraged the king of Aram. He summoned his officers and demanded of them, “Tell me! Which of us is on the side of the king of Israel?” “None of us, my lord the king,” said one of his officers, “but Elisha, the prophet who is in Israel, tells the king of Israel the very words you speak in your bedroom.” “Go, find out where he is,” the king ordered, “so I can send men and capture him.” The report came back: “He is in Dothan.” Then he sent horses and chariots and a strong force there. They went by night and surrounded the city. When the servant of the man of God got up and went out early the next morning, an army with horses and chariots had surrounded the city. “Oh no, my lord! What shall we do?” the servant asked. “Don’t be afraid,” the prophet answered. “Those who are with us are more than those who are with them.” And Elisha prayed, “Open his eyes, Lord, so that he may see.” Then the Lord opened the servant’s eyes, and he looked and saw the hills full of horses and chariots of fire all around Elisha.

Time Un-Fossilized

* Jesus pray for me
* Lazarus pray for me
* John pray for me

+-----Time Un-Fossilized; The Thoughts Of Lazarus In The Grave 

It was heartbreak that did me in.
It was, ultimately, the rabid incision of
manifold bad philosophical rudiments
of a cruel world infecting lifeblood,
too much for any vein or
vessel of my self-administered pep talk to
withstand, so my soul, spastic,
surrendered. I imagine my epitaph:
HEREIN LIES A FAILED MAN
EULOGIZED BY ROTTING SKIN,
his spirit cum foul stench saturating
boulders. I remember my final bedside
faltering flanked by my sisters,
the petrification of kin,
the specter of their future pranks
dissipating into eye ether, discarding bone
and putrefied body for other worlds.
These friends of a miracle working
Savior abandoned to mourn alone. And the
memories, Bethany-laden, seem like
years ago. But for some reason
now I can detect faint whispers of
second chances. Something like the calm
of redemption rising within and
animating sinews. So I think maybe
Ive been sleeping in this sad grave
too long. If there's someone on
the otherside that wont quit on lost souls,
then life is truly worth living. While there's
time still, please ROLL.AWAY.THE.STONE.




---John 11:38-44
Jesus, once more deeply moved, came to the tomb. It was a cave with a stone laid across the entrance. “Take away the stone,” he said. “But, Lord,” said Martha, the sister of the dead man, “by this time there is a bad odor, for he has been there four days.” Then Jesus said, “Did I not tell you that if you believe, you will see the glory of God?” So they took away the stone. Then Jesus looked up and said, “Father, I thank you that you have heard me. I knew that you always hear me, but I said this for the benefit of the people standing here, that they may believe that you sent me.” When he had said this, Jesus called in a loud voice, “Lazarus, come out!” The dead man came out, his hands and feet wrapped with strips of linen, and a cloth around his face. Jesus said to them, “Take off the grave clothes and let him go.”

Blank Space #TaylorDateTony

* Jesus pray for me
* Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony

+-----Blank Space

Taylor what is the primordial
language of love
that God speaks to themselves,
the effervescing desire for romance
over baneful waves rippling
in nothingness? I wish to talk like this
to you, passionate heart palpitations
in a lover’s void, my spirited
breathing a divine wind moving over
the face of waters of longing.
A kiss from your lips
would be a thunderous utterance
of universal harmony declaring
"let there be light" in my lonely
inchoate dark. Joy illuminating gloom.
I try to imagine you
dating me, us clasping hands
over coffee. This would be
the inception of our earth bound forms,
skin touching skin,
the creation of a couple from
deep yearning ex nihilo. I swear,
the aroma of a café would
be the impetus for us to fill
Heaven and Earth, disregarding risk,
the bonds of a trinity that does not die.

----Genesis 1:1-3
In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, Let there be light: and there was light

Power

* Jesus pray for me
* Saint Luke pray for me

+-----Power; The Thoughts Of The Centurion Before Seeking Jesus 

Despite clout and influence,
I know societal futility of the pagan.
I know the weakness of a patented thrust
in enemy lands, jab of my dagger
into a belly, the inanity of the fierce swing
of a short sword that lacerates barbarian
arms for conquest.
For there is a sickness military prowess and
money cant cure, that the most
lionized Rabbi in the most decorous Synagogue
ever built cant pronounce. When I peer
at the blurred moon, tears of helplessness
streaming from a soul crushed, I know
Caesar cant and doesnt care; his conscience
choked from ash diffused by the Empire's
stone heart.
You are the only one who can help.
Im the centurion with the dying friend...just
speak the word no one else knows how to say
and my servant will be healed:
Love.

---Luke 7:1-10
When Jesus had finished saying all this to the people who were listening, he entered Capernaum. There a centurion’s servant, whom his master valued highly, was sick and about to die. The centurion heard of Jesus and sent some elders of the Jews to him, asking him to come and heal his servant. When they came to Jesus, they pleaded earnestly with him, “This man deserves to have you do this, because he loves our nation and has built our synagogue.” So Jesus went with them. He was not far from the house when the centurion sent friends to say to him: “Lord, don’t trouble yourself, for I do not deserve to have you come under my roof. That is why I did not even consider myself worthy to come to you. But say the word, and my servant will be healed. For I myself am a man under authority, with soldiers under me. I tell this one, ‘Go,’ and he goes; and that one, ‘Come,’ and he comes. I say to my servant, ‘Do this,’ and he does it.” When Jesus heard this, he was amazed at him, and turning to the crowd following him, he said, “I tell you, I have not found such great faith even in Israel.” Then the men who had been sent returned to the house and found the servant well.

Your Centurion Of Love #TaylorDateTony

* Jesus pray for me
* Saint Luke, pray for me
* dedicated to #TaylorDateTony
* dedicated to Joyce Manor, Falling In Love Again
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMjbnouU9J4


+-----Your Centurion Of Love

Taylor my heart is near its death,
frail servant of dating,
please don’t let the foreboding
loneliness its stricken with prevail.
I picture you on the roads of Capernaum
somewhere, statuesque and flanked
by fawning crowds,
your blue eyes out saving the
world, your intentions pure, borne
of virgin Feminine Ideals. The trails
of dust in the wake of your sandals
are truly blessed, paths of the harmoniously
divine you tread. And I love our nation,
love singing your songs on Google
Play, my loyalty is
a grandiose synagogue of soul
built it in your honor, a
place for love to dwell in of
intricate design.  Oh baby I beseech
you to drink coffee with me! the aroma
from your cup would be balm
to me and listening to the melodious
intonations of your speech wholeness.
But trouble not yourself to sojourn
to the far ends of Maryland to
respond, for I am not worthy that
you should enter under my roof. The
shabby couches are sullied with too
much sin filth, ragged kitchen counters
with guilty consciences,
heaps of dirty clothes screaming of
licentiousness. My bathroom sink is
like a hundred soldiers garishly scarred from
mold battles, awaiting my command. Anyway,
wherever you are, ensconced in celestial clouds
I presume, just say yes. Just say the word,
the Starbucks café we can meet,
and my servant shall be healed.


----Luke 7:1-10
Now when he had ended all his sayings in the audience of the people, he entered into Capernaum. And a certain centurion's servant, who was dear unto him, was sick, and ready to die. And when he heard of Jesus, he sent unto him the elders of the Jews, beseeching him that he would come and heal his servant. And when they came to Jesus, they besought him instantly, saying, That he was worthy for whom he should do this: For he loveth our nation, and he hath built us a synagogue. Then Jesus went with them. And when he was now not far from the house, the centurion sent friends to him, saying unto him, Lord, trouble not thyself: for I am not worthy that thou shouldest enter under my roof: Wherefore neither thought I myself worthy to come unto thee: but say in a word, and my servant shall be healed. For I also am a man set under authority, having under me soldiers, and I say unto one, Go, and he goeth; and to another, Come, and he cometh; and to my servant, Do this, and he doeth it. When Jesus heard these things, he marvelled at him, and turned him about, and said unto the people that followed him, I say unto you, I have not found so great faith, no, not in Israel.
And they that were sent, returning to the house, found the servant whole that had been sick.


----Falling In Love Again Lyrics
Thanks for showing me
Around last night
Hope you don't think I don't care
Because I do I just don't know if
I should feel this bad about you
After finishing your birthday drugs
Look at a yearbook unprepared
And betray yourself to sleep it off.
Then come down to collect it

I think you're funny
I like your friends
I like the way they treat you

I've got some money
That we could spend
Not that you're like that

I'm falling in love again

Church Of Sardis Church Of America #EMORevelations Chapter 3

* Jesus pray for me
* Saint John pray

+-----Emo Revelations Chapter 3: Church Of Sardis, Church Of America; The [2015] Vision Of Saint John On Patmos 

A rushing hollow wind
of seven spirits and seven stars
passes through
an empty Nave. It ushers in a chorus
of pious echoes from past memory
rising from its grave desecrating its own
damned epitaph,
raging revisionist history conjured from
revivalist idealism, the purposeful
layering of redemptive dirt on shattered
stone over a mausoleum of hope
forever lost. In it, I hear the swirling
of melodic breathing as hymns, ear relics
of erstwhile spiritual vortices of vitality
reaching out to the flesh and blood that
remain through a harmonious chant-“Strengthen
what remains and is about to die…”
I see dead men, not disciples,
sauntering into the sanctuary
for pews, swaying to organs of cultural
trending as if still alive, unaware of
the nothingness in their souls of sin
metastasizing. The presbyters
grin beside their altars in the chancel,
blinded to bland inauthenticity from the
pulpit, blithe and indifferent to their
congregation’s lack of godliness.
Without repentance I see once decorous
windows stained anew in decay,
a cupola rotted and inverted, and copious
ash accumulating in baptismal fonts, the
black smoke of youths lost rising
into a noon sky blackened. America, wake up!
The thief of surreptitious unbelief strikes!
Don robes of holiness,
of times you used to pray victoriously
clothed in alabaster. In the time remaining, walk
reverently alongside your God in white to stave off
searing and unquenchable fire-
the approaching apocalypse for the unfaithful
already appointed.



---Revelation 3:1-6
“To the angel of the church in Sardis write:
These are the words of him who holds the seven spirits of God and the seven stars. I know your deeds; you have a reputation of being alive, but you are dead. Wake up! Strengthen what remains and is about to die, for I have found your deeds unfinished in the sight of my God. Remember, therefore, what you have received and heard; hold it fast, and repent. But if you do not wake up, I will come like a thief, and you will not know at what time I will come to you. Yet you have a few people in Sardis who have not soiled their clothes. They will walk with me, dressed in white, for they are worthy. The one who is victorious will, like them, be dressed in white. I will never blot out the name of that person from the book of life, but will acknowledge that name before my Father and his angels. Whoever has ears, let them hear what the Spirit says to the churches.

The Top Of The Sycamore; Zacchaeus' Song

* Jesus pray for me
* Zacchaeus pray for me

+-----The Top Of The Sycamore; Zacchaeus' Song

This is for all those who
say we’re too short to dream. That
opportunities for success are too tall
to be realized. We stand before
broad shoulders of unbelief,
thieves of obscurity stealing the sky
from our eyes, all is perpetual
darkness of longing and reaching for
faith, hope, belief,
as we press against discouragement
as this thronging,
unsympathetic and
carousing mob. Elongated necks
with frizzy scoffing hair in the thick of
the hulking stampeding crowd of self doubting
bellow “there is no savior who cares!”
elbows to throat, knees to smalls of the
back, they knock us over,
our faces slammed down on dirt of shame,
suffocating in despair’s dust. And
memories of our past failings are
the raucous noise in our souls of naysayers
of hindrance
dashing forward,
the pain of sandals crushing our head
and fingers, their sins of malice
like a horrid and putrid odor belying
people that claim they bathe regularly.
Notwithstanding, we aren’t easily conquered,
the dreams within us too obdurate
not to furtively climb away to risk
the chance of a lifetime. Disregarding life’s
negativity about stature and limitations,
we know that any who
dare to believe the impossible is possible,
that God smiles back at them, inviting
to dinner all who wait on branches of expectant joy
at the top of  sycamores
for Deliverance.


(For His victory)

----Luke 19:1-10
And Jesus entered and passed through Jericho. And, behold, there was a man named Zacchaeus, which was the chief among the publicans, and he was rich. And he sought to see Jesus who he was; and could not for the press, because he was little of stature. And he ran before, and climbed up into a sycomore tree to see him: for he was to pass that way. And when Jesus came to the place, he looked up, and saw him, and said unto him, Zacchaeus, make haste, and come down; for to day I must abide at thy house. And he made haste, and came down, and received him joyfully. And when they saw it, they all murmured, saying, That he was gone to be guest with a man that is a sinner. And Zacchaeus stood, and said unto the Lord: Behold, Lord, the half of my goods I give to the poor; and if I have taken any thing from any man by false accusation, I restore him fourfold. And Jesus said unto him, This day is salvation come to this house, forsomuch as he also is a son of Abraham. For the Son of man is come to seek and to save that which was lost.

The High Fever Of Not Having You #SelenaHealTony

* Jesus pray for me
* Dedicated to Selena Gomez
#SelenaHealTony (Sorry #Biebs!!!)
* Dedicated to Good For You By Selena Gomez
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1TsVjvEkc4s


+-----The High Fever Of Not Having You

Selena, my lonely heart is my mother-
in-law afflicted with
an incorrigible high fever prolonged,
exhibiting all its requisite profane
and grotesque symptoms. My soul
vomits when Im spurned by girls
I ask to date, my emotions prone
to whooping coughs (accursed scarlet
nights, accursed white sheets
turned scarlet with sickly drool of bitterness)
my whole torso aching and spasmodic,
doleful creaking and rocking
 of hope’s bed frame. I cry. I feel
like death.
Oh baby, wont you come to me
and heal me,
your hair as black as coal
in Heaven’s mines, fuel for
the fire within me, flames for
healing, an inferno of my passion,
conflagration of all that is sexy. Your
lips would be to me two lush emissaries
of vigor pressed against mine
commissioned to relay joyful tidings
to my body
of coming vigor. Let your love
for me
be a Savior bent over my malady
of singleness in stern rebuke. Blessed
raging screams.
I swear my heart would get up
stat as you took me to coffee with you,
to hug and wait on you, the memory
of this vile sickness
dispelled from my mind
…forever.


(SORRY BIEBS, BUT I GOT A HUUUUUGE CRUSH ON SELENA!!! HEY BRO, I LOVE YOU BRO…BUT ITS JUST COFFEE!!!!)



----Luke 4:38-39
Jesus left the synagogue and went to the home of Simon. Now Simon's mother-in-law was suffering from a high fever, and they asked Jesus to help her. So he bent over her and rebuked the fever, and it left her. She got up at once and began to wait on them.

---------Good For You Lyrics
"Good For You"
(feat. A$AP Rocky)

I'm on my 14 carats
I'm 14 carat
Doing it up like Midas, mhm
Now you say I gotta touch
So good, so good
Make you never wanna leave
So don't, so don't

Gonna wear that dress you like, skin-tight
Do my hair up real, real nice
And syncopate my skin to your heart beating

'Cause I just wanna look good for you, good for you, uh-huh
I just wanna look good for you, good for you, uh-huh
Let me show you how proud I am to be yours
Leave this dress a mess on the floor
And still look good for you, good for you, uh-huh

I'm in my marquise diamonds
I'm a marquise diamond
Could even make that Tiffany jealous, mhm
You say I give it to you hard
So bad, so bad
Make you never wanna leave
I won't, I won't

Gonna wear that dress you like, skin-tight
Do my hair up real, real nice
And syncopate my skin to how you're breathing

'Cause I just wanna look good for you, good for you, uh-huh
I just wanna look good for you, good for you, uh-huh
Let me show you how proud I am to be yours
Leave this dress a mess on the floor
And still look good for you, good for you,

Uh-huh, uh-huh, ah...
Uh-huh, uh-huh, ah, mhm...

Trust me, I can take you there
Trust me, I can take you there
Trust me, I, trust me, I, trust me, I

[A$AP Rocky:]
Hold on, take a minute, love
'Cause I ain't trying to mess your image up
Like we mess around in triple cuffs
Stumble 'round town, pull your zipper up
Pants sag like I don't give a
I ain't trying to mess your fitness up
And I ain't trying to get you into stuff
But the way you touchin' on me in the club
Rubbin' on my miniature
John Hancock, the signature
Any time I hit it, know she feelin' for it through
And every time we get up, always end up on the news
Ain't worried bout no press and ain't worried bout the next chick
They love the way you dress and ain't got s* up on you
Jackpot, hit the jackpot (Whoo!)
Just met a bad miss without the a* shots (Whoo!)
You look good, girl, you know you did good, don't you?
You look good, girl, bet it feel good, don't it?

[Selena:]
I just wanna look good for you, good for you, uh-huh
Baby let me be good to you, good to you, uh-huh
Let me show you how proud I am to be yours
Leave this dress a mess on the floor
And still look good for you, good for you, uh-huh, uh-huh, ah...
Uh-huh, uh-huh...

Trust me, I, trust me, I, trust me, I

My Sweet Zipporah #TonyandHolly #wcw

* Jesus pray for me
* Moses, pray for me
* Dedicated to Bring Me The Horizon, Drown
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TkV5709EG5M
* Dedicated to Holly Holm #wcw #TonyandHolly

+-----My Sweet Zipporah

Holly, my mission is to love,
to love you despite the encumbrances
of my slavery of times past,
of white hot sands and cruel
barbed whips
and virulent spitting by taskmaster
girls who previously
turned me down. Callous Pharaohs. My heart
is boisterously crying out in petition
for emancipation, a multitudinous
nation of peoples
yearning to be set free from their Hell
in Egypt. When I arrive (with alacrity)
I will dispense intense disdain
on my admiration for those silly
women as ten macabre plagues:
murky water, frogs, gnats, lice, flies,
cattle disease, boils, thunder, hail,
locusts, darkness, and death
of my firstborn attractions- my tears
as God’s wrath from black skies,
snapping my chains of mourning forever.
My grandest joy will be in the celerity
of a paramour’s fugitive flight, the trek for
happiness on the other
side of the sea with you. I seek
savory milk and sweet dripping
honey from giddy hives of the Promised
Land of kissing your lips, to
run my fingers through your hair
while staring into your blue eyes, smiling.
                Oh baby please don’t let
me give up or fail en route, let your love for me
be an affirming sharp stone
cutting away imperfections rendering me
undesirable, the slit bleeding foreskin of
a son uncircumcised. If I lose faith
on the way, set these weaknesses atop
my feet to prove the error of my ways like
a prepuce of prior sins that invoked
the Angel of Death of Dating. In the end,
if you take me as I am, cradle me,
I will be the best husband I can to you
….even if a worn out, scarred
and bloody one.



----Exodus 4:24-26
And it came to pass by the way in the inn, that the Lord met him, and sought to kill him. Then Zipporah took a sharp stone, and cut off the foreskin of her son, and cast it at his feet, and said, Surely a bloody husband art thou to me. So he let him go: then she said, A bloody husband thou art, because of the circumcision.

----Drown Lyrics
What doesn't kill you makes you wish you were dead.
Got a hole in my soul, growing deeper and deeper.
And I can't take one more moment of this silence.
The loneliness is haunting me.
And the weight of the world's getting harder to hold up.

It comes in waves, I close my eyes.
Hold my breath and let it bury me.
I'm not okay, and it's not alright.
Won't you drag the lake and bring me home again?

Who will fix me now? Dive in when I'm down?
Save me from myself, don't let me drown.
Who will make me fight? Drag me out alive?
Save me from myself, don't let me drown.

What doesn't destroy you, leaves you broken instead.
Got a hole in my soul growing deeper and deeper.
And I can't take one more moment of this silence.
The loneliness is haunting me.
And the weight of the world's getting harder to hold up.

It comes in waves, I close my eyes.
Hold my breath and let it bury me.
I'm not okay, and it's not alright
Won't you drag the lake and bring me home again?

Who will fix me now? Dive in when I'm down?
Save me from myself, don't let me drown.
Who will make me fight? Drag me out alive?
Save me from myself, don't let me drown.

'Cause you know that I can't do this on my own.
(Woah oh oh oh)
'Cause you know that I can't do this on my own.
(Woah oh oh oh)
'Cause you know that I can't do this on my own.
(Woah oh oh oh)
('Cause you know that I can't do this on my own.)

Who will fix me now?
Who will fix me now?
Who will fix me now? Dive in when I'm down?
Save me from myself, don't let me drown.