* dedicated to Cara Delevingne #CaraSmoochTony
*dedicated to Funeral for a Friend, Juneau
https://youtu.be/-_dmHRi0RE8
* dedicated to Taylor Swift ft Kendrick, Bad Blood
https://vid.me/BO8R
+--------------------------/Cleopas
Cara my soul died 3 days ago, suddenly,
in Jerusalem,
city of my hallowed romantic
expectations to find a graceful girl to
call my own, its ground still lies fallow
in shocked delusion,
in somber musing on a dream heralded
by angels when born,
nailed to the wood of one too many of my
overtures spurned, lanced by the spear of one
too many cynical centurions of female scorn
who keep telling me Im not the one,
recurrently judging and condemning,
my tears fall to the ground as
blood and water spilled
blood and water spewing.
In its wake, my faith and hope leadenly tread
to Emmaus (border town of lovelorn refugees
full of despairing) like two disciples recalling
all the passion they formerly sustained, iterative
intercourse interspersed with sighs
and groaning:
how a Woman was supposed to come
and redeem my dating life, like Israel
envisaged a bearded Nazarene
virgin born as
emancipation from Roman rule.
But tonight, when I watched the Billboard
Music Awards (#BMA), #TaylorSwift’s melodic voice
beckoned memories of once incredulous
suggestions of angels boasting of
an empty sepulcher to the three Marys:
Belief, excitement, and fervor,
my psyche’s tripartite feminine nature,
frantically scurrying to tell
of your blonde hair and blue eyes,
your sexy stance when wielding nunchakus;
when viewed through the prism of your
Bad Blood music video, now entirely plausible.
Girl, when I gazed at your gait
in leather hotpants,
the confident allure of your swaying hips,
those lips of yours mesmerized me consummately
as if expounding in the scriptures of
affection and adulation
all things concerning yourself.
After seeing you as Mother Chucker,
in your glorious glamour, I swear,
I didn’t want you to leave…
I imagined, for a moment, you and I sitting
at meat-you kissing
me with your arms draped around my neck-
breaking sacred bread of ardor
before me. My eyes were closed,
my mind murky before that point,
but now I see the Truth. You are my soul
resurrected lively and vivacious,
disregarding the scars,
the bombshell that makes my heart burn
within me.
You are the Savior of my Soul, Cara,
Love sent to me from above.
(Cara, girl look, I know Im not a Hollywood millionaire….but please…please come raise my dead dating life! Smooch me, and I promise I will live again guuuurrrrlllllll. You Hot Tamale!!!)
---------------------------------Luke 24:13-34
And, behold, two of them went that same day to a village called Emmaus, which was from Jerusalem about threescore furlongs. And they talked together of all these things which had happened. And it came to pass, that, while they communed together and reasoned, Jesus himself drew near, and went with them. But their eyes were holden that they should not know him. And he said unto them, What manner of communications are these that ye have one to another, as ye walk, and are sad? And the one of them, whose name was Cleopas, answering said unto him, Art thou only a stranger in Jerusalem, and hast not known the things which are come to pass there in these days? And he said unto them, What things? And they said unto him, Concerning Jesus of Nazareth, which was a prophet mighty in deed and word before God and all the people: And how the chief priests and our rulers delivered him to be condemned to death, and have crucified him. But we trusted that it had been he which should have redeemed Israel: and beside all this, to day is the third day since these things were done. Yea, and certain women also of our company made us astonished, which were early at the sepulchre; And when they found not his body, they came, saying, that they had also seen a vision of angels, which said that he was alive. And certain of them which were with us went to the sepulchre, and found it even so as the women had said: but him they saw not. Then he said unto them, O fools, and slow of heart to believe all that the prophets have spoken: Ought not Christ to have suffered these things, and to enter into his glory? And beginning at Moses and all the prophets, he expounded unto them in all the scriptures the things concerning himself. And they drew nigh unto the village, whither they went: and he made as though he would have gone further. But they constrained him, saying, Abide with us: for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent. And he went in to tarry with them. And it came to pass, as he sat at meat with them, he took bread, and blessed it, and brake, and gave to them. And their eyes were opened, and they knew him; and he vanished out of their sight. And they said one to another, Did not our heart burn within us, while he talked with us by the way, and while he opened to us the scriptures? And they rose up the same hour, and returned to Jerusalem, and found the eleven gathered together, and them that were with them, Saying, The Lord is risen indeed, and hath appeared to Simon.
---Juneau Lyrics
Tied to the testing of wills, where my heart breaks and spills
Left to the sight of the sky, in your arms I'm defined
Thrown to the wolves in the minds of your enemies,
in the minds of your enemies
And I'm stone in the eyes of your foolishness
If this is what I'm meant for, no longer interesting
Fall forward to even the score
Just a thought to you
Tied to the testing of wills, where my heart breaks and spills
Left to the sight of the sky, in your arms I'm defined
Thrown to the wolves in the minds of your enemies,
in the minds of your enemies
And I'm stone in the eyes of your foolishness
And I'm nothing more than a line in your book
Yet I'm nothing more than a line in your book
Yet I'm nothing more than a line in your book
Yet I'm nothing more than a line in your book
In your book, in your book
If this is what I'm meant for, no longer interesting
Fall forward to even the score
Just a thought to you
(Just a thought to you)
(Just a thought to you)
Yet I'm nothing more
Yet I'm nothing more than a line in your book
Yet I'm nothing more than a line in your book
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