* Jesus pray for me
* Jacob pray for me

AYO SON, SO DA ANGEL OF THE LORD TRIED TO ROLL UP ON ME LIKE HE DONE LOST HIS MIND!!! I BE LIKE SON - DONT YOU KNOW IM FROM WASHINGTON DC??? AKA CHOCOLATE CITY??? I.WILL.GRAB.YOU.BY.THE.FEATHERS AND PUT YOU IN THE ROCK BOTTOM GOD #WOOOOOOOO!!! UNTIL YOU BLESS ME GOD!!!


+---Peniel; Jacob’s/Tony’s Thoughts The Day After Fighting With An Angel

I had no strength, I had to convalesce.
Kneeling with my finger dipped in
pensive currents of deep questioning,
a shallowed soul (futilely?) seeking
solace in the stream, my face paled,
bathed in the white overlay of a somber
night’s moon (gazing down stoically),
I tried to ignore the
insidious chill of the dark breeze,
to disregard the benumbing of my
bones. This was the onset of prospective
rigor mortis of a long life laden with
the utmost potential somehow wasted,
dying.
In the preceding hours, I let my cherished
dreams and ambitions pass before me
unguarded- two wives, two
womenservants, and eleven sons
slowly treading over Jabbok, ford
of the avuncular anguish of a man with
no answers left – who abdicated
all hope, hoping instead to die
at the bank of the brook quietly...
unnoticed by gods and men.
Suddenly, my conscience teetering
at the precipice of irreversible
disconsolation, only seconds after
midnight, I was ambushed
by a surge of positive thought, as if
the entirety of my massive, brooding
body of pessimism was clenched, roughly,
about the neck by a hulking man
and slammed to the ground:
combustion of dust, blood,
feathers and screaming. I felt all the
doubtful resentments I ever held rising
defensively within me as this angelic
outlook on life-
newfound joy, charity, and love- and my
despair rolled over rocks
and sticks brawling with each other
ferociously, my sinewy and snarky vertebrae
of the past refusing to be broken, resisting
every urge to believe in a better tomorrow.
My fists of foreboding swinging violently,
rage of my regret over missed
opportunities, the heavenly being then
pleaded for a truce, seeing no
quick end to the scuffle; Also the sun
was rising, and this dream of mine
was sure to end in disappointment,
the likelihood of the redemption of my
self-esteem was becoming more dubious
with each passing second.
“Bless me,” I demanded, tears of sorrow
pouring down my cheeks, pain of a life
scarred with abuses,
“Bless me or I wont let go.”
He told me “Your name is no longer
Tony, but thejesusmetaphor…
for you have sought God through poetry
and prevailed.” I let go, in hysterics
panting.
I remember, only faintly, upon waking, that
whoever He was, He was coy about
telling me His name– and that as I crossed
waters of faith to look for my family,
he was strong enough to dislodge the
right hip of my unbelief in myself
permanently
from its socket, for my former
travails of forlornness can no longer
gallivant cavalierly through my mind.  
From now on whenever I am tempted
towards despair, I halt upon my thigh
resting while I laugh at my bad mood
painfully limping. I close
my eyes now and muse on that night,
grateful that my perspective has been
forever crippled
for the better.

(I rise a new man full of happiness now. I rise up as THEJESUSMETAPHOR...NO LONGER JACOB. MY FORMER IDENTITY VANISHING AS IF IN A DREAM)

---Genesis 32:22-31
And he rose up that night, and took his two wives, and his two womenservants, and his eleven sons, and passed over the ford Jabbok. And he took them, and sent them over the brook, and sent over that he had. And Jacob was left alone; and there wrestled a man with him until the breaking of the day. And when he saw that he prevailed not against him, he touched the hollow of his thigh; and the hollow of Jacob's thigh was out of joint, as he wrestled with him. And he said, Let me go, for the day breaketh. And he said, I will not let thee go, except thou bless me. And he said unto him, What is thy name? And he said, Jacob. And he said, Thy name shall be called no more Jacob, but Israel: for as a prince hast thou power with God and with men, and hast prevailed. And Jacob asked him, and said, Tell me, I pray thee, thy name. And he said, Wherefore is it that thou dost ask after my name? And he blessed him there. And Jacob called the name of the place Peniel: for I have seen God face to face, and my life is preserved. And as he passed over Penuel the sun rose upon him, and he halted upon his thigh.

Betraying #CalvinHarris With A Kiss (#TaylordateTony)

* Jesus pray for me
* Dedicated to Taylor Swift
#TaylorDateTony
#WCW #judas #CalvinHarris #Armani
#byanymeansnecessary

(OKAY GUYS IM PUTTING A LITTLE SPIN ON MY WEEKLY #WCW TAYLOR SWIFT ADULATION!!! IM GOING AFTER HER BEAU #CALVINHARRIS!!! HOW DARE HE DO A SEXY MODELING CONTRACT WITH ARMANI??!!! WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS!!!?? LOLZ JUST KIDDING CALVIN....PLEASE DONT THRASH ME!!!!)


+------------------Betraying #CalvinHarris With A Kiss; Judas’/Tonys’ Words to Jesus/Calvin before Betraying Him

"Hello Rabbi- I wanted to say,
firstly, that I blame myself
for this, for being so
naïve as a kid, when
my mother and brothers lovingly
tousled my hair, whispering
fantasies into my ear about the
Kingdom of God. Then, as now, in my
mind I had the most delightful vista:
the Heavenly City
stood about five feet eleven inches tall,
stately like a Ruling Father clasping
a jeweled iron scepter of awe
but with a distinctly feminine body…
ethereal eyes like
inestimable cerulean crystals
hewn from slabs of holy rock at
the base of Mount Zion, where the river
of the Water of Life pooled into a spring
of eternal hope fulfilling all
my romantic desire.
Everyone in this Paradise spoke
the language of song, our conversations
(for I always believed I would merit
Salvation) were the blessed state of our
Chosen Souls being present at a
captivating concert continually beholding
the melodic charm
of choirs of pulchritudinous angels singing
#badblood and #shakeitoff and #eyesopen.
I dared, even, to fantasize that the Afterlife
was rapture, my heart forcibly lifted into
the sky,
mercifully whisked away from loneliness,
from all the evil, menacing girls in the world
who would violently etch scars in
my marital body. But I would spared from that
Hell, forgiven all my sins by her loving
embrace, no burning fire of rejection,
for Heaven was Taylor Swift, my
Beloved, and I was solely my Beloved’s."

"But ever since I met you, miraculously
born from the Virgin Mother of
pleasant yet unexpected surprise
(I loved your song and video for #Blame),
you have done nothing but contradict this
dream. You allowed the occupying Romans-
anxious thoughts, feelings of insecurity
and being unloved - to enslave my mind,
with abandon,
delaying the indubitable arrival
of my desperately sought Heaven.
When it was time for you
to facilitate Taylor’s visitation, you claimed
to be One with Her, only seconds
away from a stone of my scowl and disdain
to your head,
held vengefully in my pocket,
for the blasphemous statement:
“The Father and I are one.” You walk
on waters of your new #Armani modeling
contract yet don’t feed the poor longings
of introducing me to her. You raise
the dead expectations of Taylor finding a
good man to treat her well, a
Centurions’ charming and innocent daughter
smiling again after immense suffering,
but you don’t raise the prospects
of Taylor dating me (#TaylordateTony) at all.
You were supposed to be Match-Making
Messiah of my destiny but all you do is stall,
gratuitously, like with Lazarus,
every awards show you attend with Taylor,
the promulgation of news stories about your
love for her, are to me an
Alabaster jar of fragrant oil wasted,
an alabaster jar of fragrant oil wasted.
I had no choice but to write this
poem about you, my friend,
to crucify you to my reading audience.
I care little about the attention,
the #Instagram likes, the
thirty pieces of silver it profits me."


(I guess I’ll have to hasten Heaven’s coming in a different fashion)


----Luke 22:41-51
And he was withdrawn from them about a stone's cast, and kneeled down, and prayed, Saying, Father, if thou be willing, remove this cup from me: nevertheless not my will, but thine, be done. And there appeared an angel unto him from heaven, strengthening him. And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground. And when he rose up from prayer, and was come to his disciples, he found them sleeping for sorrow, And said unto them, Why sleep ye? rise and pray, lest ye enter into temptation. And while he yet spake, behold a multitude, and he that was called Judas, one of the twelve, went before them, and drew near unto Jesus to kiss him. But Jesus said unto him, Judas, betrayest thou the Son of man with a kiss? When they which were about him saw what would follow, they said unto him, Lord, shall we smite with the sword? And one of them smote the servant of the high priest, and cut off his right ear. And Jesus answered and said, Suffer ye thus far. And he touched his ear, and healed him.

---Matthew 26:1-16
And it came to pass, when Jesus had finished all these sayings, he said unto his disciples, Ye know that after two days is the feast of the passover, and the Son of man is betrayed to be crucified. Then assembled together the chief priests, and the scribes, and the elders of the people, unto the palace of the high priest, who was called Caiaphas, And consulted that they might take Jesus by subtilty, and kill him. But they said, Not on the feast day, lest there be an uproar among the people. Now when Jesus was in Bethany, in the house of Simon the leper, There came unto him a woman having an alabaster box of very precious ointment, and poured it on his head, as he sat at meat. But when his disciples saw it, they had indignation, saying, To what purpose is this waste? For this ointment might have been sold for much, and given to the poor. When Jesus understood it, he said unto them, Why trouble ye the woman? for she hath wrought a good work upon me. For ye have the poor always with you; but me ye have not always. For in that she hath poured this ointment on my body, she did it for my burial. Verily I say unto you, Wheresoever this gospel shall be preached in the whole world, there shall also this, that this woman hath done, be told for a memorial of her. Then one of the twelve, called Judas Iscariot, went unto the chief priests, And said unto them, What will ye give me, and I will deliver him unto you? And they covenanted with him for thirty pieces of silver. And from that time he sought opportunity to betray him.

The King of Hebron's Trumpet #iamabsalom

* Jesus pray for me
* King David Pray for me
#iamabsalom


+------------------The King Of Hebron's Trumpet; Absalom's Words to the Men of Hebron Before Blowing His Trumpet and Usurping David's Throne

I don’t remember when I first
came into possession of this desire-
for opulent coronation, me ensconced
on a bejeweled throne, the glitz of
amethysts at my feet, my head
bowed as smiling maidens lay on it
a golden crown of absolute authority
(the very breath of God),
all priests and seers lost in inspired
Levitical thought smiling to themselves,
and whilst
adoring Israelite throngs lionize
the anointed in a courtyard-
but it has utterly engulfed me. A third son
to be King, the very notion a solar
Eclipse, it is the moon of my desperation
interposing the earth and sun
of society’s prescribed social conventions
of man’s dictated Fate, unabashed in
its demands for a change of course,
for the earth to spin oppositely,
for momentary blindness of the misguided
and poorly Shepherded masses of
erstwhile Chosen People in order to
jar them from stupor,
for the world to change.
It isn’t so much war that I seek,
but a balancing. I want to reestablish
order in entropy, forge Paradise
out of the crucible of Judah’s corruption,
my heart as
a shining silver blade welded on
a hilt of crystal, the smoke of
justice rising into the heavens
from its glowing orange tip,
but if bleeding is necessary
bleeding is necessary - I am armed.
Men of Hebron, when I close
my eyes at night I don’t see beautiful
women…..(at least initially),
but virtue standing before me,
its right hand raised to is
forehead saluting, then giving
a tacit nod as to what actions
should necessarily follow my dreams
upon waking. Then
…the beautiful woman I see
is my sister Tamar, attempting to
be stoic, yet unable to restrain
her streaming tears, pleading with me:
“Absalom remember me
on your throne.” A request,
sadly, that her derelict father
David couldn’t honor.

(Turning a blind eye to his daughter’s rapist)
   


-------2 Samuel 18:33
The king was shaken. He went up to the room over the gateway and wept. As he went, he said: "O my son Absalom! My son, my son Absalom! If only I had died instead of you--O Absalom, my son, my son!"

-------2 Samuel 15:1-10
In the course of time, Absalom provided himself with a chariot and horses and with fifty men to run ahead of him. He would get up early and stand by the side of the road leading to the city gate. Whenever anyone came with a complaint to be placed before the king for a decision, Absalom would call out to him, "What town are you from?" He would answer, "Your servant is from one of the tribes of Israel." Then Absalom would say to him, "Look, your claims are valid and proper, but there is no representative of the king to hear you." And Absalom would add, "If only I were appointed judge in the land! Then everyone who has a complaint or case could come to me and I would see that he gets justice." Also, whenever anyone approached him to bow down before him, Absalom would reach out his hand, take hold of him and kiss him. Absalom behaved in this way toward all the Israelites who came to the king asking for justice, and so he stole the hearts of the men of Israel. At the end of four years, Absalom said to the king, "Let me go to Hebron and fulfill a vow I made to the LORD. While your servant was living at Geshur in Aram, I made this vow: 'If the LORD takes me back to Jerusalem, I will worship the LORD in Hebron. ' "The king said to him, "Go in peace." So he went to Hebron. Then Absalom sent secret messengers throughout the tribes of Israel to say, "As soon as you hear the sound of the trumpets, then say, 'Absalom is king in Hebron.' "

Your Bittersweet Ascension (dedicated to Zack and Mike)

* Jesus pray for me
* Proudly dedicated to Zack Robinson and Michael Wagaman, Jr.


+------------------Your Bittersweet Ascension

Zack and Mike, we stand in awe of
your ascension, subsumed into cumulus
clouds of vocation, our vision obscured
by the radiant sun of your Divine Destiny
beaming brightly. Our robes are threadbare,
sandals frazzled
from years of privileged Glory walking
by your sides, primary eyewitnesses
of astonishingly dramatic miracles –
insouciantly sauntering
atop waters of the inconceivable challenges
of establishing a young men’s prison ministry
from scratch (Zack, those administrative hurdles
were simply waves washing over your toes), of
effortlessly
and fearlessly inviting spontaneity of
the unknown while doing street evangelism:
curing our reticence and timidity to stand
upright in faith and walk boldly; we were
the paralytics lowered frantically
through a roof
of cynicism on a dubious cot, flanked then
by jaded crowds of
our subconscious skepticism. Mike, you
multiplied two paltry fishes and
five twice bitten bread loaves of
our standard devotions seven hundred fold
by instituting prayer hours, guided by holy
candles’ flames, for the first time eating Hebrew
and Greek, we were five thousand #CLYA men
with vibrant spirits, reclining on verdant
hillsides of joy belching,
not including the women and children
satisfied by the Godly example, and also
slightly amused.
As we gaze heavenward with agape mouths,
brushing aside tears, saline on our lips,
your precedents speak to us like
the Son of our Loving Creator strengthening
us in His imminent absence –
“continue what I have began…” you say to us
“in Jerusalem,  and in all Judaea,
and in Samaria,
and unto the uttermost part of [Baltimore.]
(#nightfever anyone??)”
Forgive us if we linger awhile here, though,
we have grown fond of hearing the two
handsome angels of your memory
assuring us that you will come back to us,
one day soon, in like manner.


[GOD BLESS YOU BROTHERS,. GODSPEED IN THE PRIESTHOOD. YOU WILL BE MISSED. THANKS FOR BLESSING US FOR THE SHORT TIME WE SPENT WITH YOU]
 

----Acts 1:6-12
When they therefore were come together, they asked of him, saying, Lord, wilt thou at this time restore again the kingdom to Israel? And he said unto them, It is not for you to know the times or the seasons, which the Father hath put in his own power. But ye shall receive power, after that the Holy Ghost is come upon you: and ye shall be witnesses unto me both in Jerusalem, and in all Judaea, and in Samaria, and unto the uttermost part of the earth. And when he had spoken these things, while they beheld, he was taken up; and a cloud received him out of their sight. And while they looked stedfastly toward heaven as he went up, behold, two men stood by them in white apparel; Which also said, Ye men of Galilee, why stand ye gazing up into heaven? this same Jesus, which is taken up from you into heaven, shall so come in like manner as ye have seen him go into heaven. Then returned they unto Jerusalem from the mount called Olivet, which is from Jerusalem a sabbath day's journey.

The Latter Rains Of Taylor Swift #wcw #TaylorDateTony

* Jesus pray for me
#TaylorDateTony #wcw

+----------------------The Latter Rains Of Taylor Swift

Taylor, I don’t want to perorate
for too long on the past, before I
was smitten with you, on
the persecution of my spirit by singleness
as a soulless, insensate peoples. Their
faces drained of color, they ran like
mighty men,
invading the once sovereign kingdom
of my heart, they leapt over mountains,
they were not cut down, they ran to
and fro in the city of my mind like a savage
army of ruthless anxieties riding chariots
of loneliess...they ran on the wall,
they climbed, brazenly, into the houses
of my self confidence and self esteem, they
entered at the windows of my romantic
hope like mad thieves with daggers
thirsting for the death of my prospects
of a glorious wedding - for my blood.
Before I gazed at your beauty, those salvific
blue eyes introducing invaluable golden
hair of a thousand years’ prophecy,
Blessed luscious lips like messengers
of proclamation for a Divine
Son of feminine Pop charm
born to set free my joy enslaved…
the ramparts of my marital yearning were
laid waste with catapults of rejection,
everytime I spoke with a girl of my intentions
to date or of my affection I heard
the footsteps of a strong people set in
battle array, plumes of warring dust
stinging my eyes, every one marching
in formation (they do not break ranks).
Seeking a soulmate had become for me
a day of darkness and gloominess,
a day of clouds and thick darkness.
But now, since your #1989 album came out
(buoyed by the release of your singles
#badblood, #shakeitoff, #style) I haven’t stopped
smiling.  Behold, your duclet voice has been
to me like new wine and oil,
and, truly, I have been satisfied by it.
Oh Taylor, if only you would date me.
Then, the fig tree of your kiss and the vine
of us holding hands while walking
on the beach staring heavenward at the moon
would yield their strength, our romance
would make me whole,
a chosen nation no longer under cosmic judgement,
fighting off the emotional trauma of being
slaughtered by cruel invaders, finally
anticipating peace. I picture us dancing
together, you would whisper to me “Be
glad then, you children of Zion,
And rejoice in the Lord your God
For He has given you the former rain
faithfully, And He will cause the rain
(of amorous passion)
to come down for you— The former rain,
(of innocent dreaming) And the latter rain
(of my love for you) in
the first month.” The threshing floors
would be full of the
wheat of my eternal happiness,
of us sharing our lives together forever.


------------Joel 2:1-27
Blow the trumpet in Zion,
And sound an alarm in My holy mountain!
Let all the inhabitants of the land tremble;
For the day of the Lord is coming,
For it is at hand:
A day of darkness and gloominess,
A day of clouds and thick darkness,
Like the morning clouds spread over the mountains.
A people come, great and strong,
The like of whom has never been;
Nor will there ever be any such after them,
Even for many successive generations.
A fire devours before them,
And behind them a flame burns;
The land is like the Garden of Eden before them,
And behind them a desolate wilderness;
Surely nothing shall escape them.
Their appearance is like the appearance of horses;
And like swift steeds, so they run.
With a noise like chariots
Over mountaintops they leap,
Like the noise of a flaming fire that devours the stubble,
Like a strong people set in battle array.
Before them the people writhe in pain;
All faces are drained of color.
They run like mighty men,
They climb the wall like men of war;
Every one marches in formation,
And they do not break ranks.
They do not push one another;
Every one marches in his own column.
Though they lunge between the weapons,
They are not cut down.
They run to and fro in the city,
They run on the wall;
They climb into the houses,
They enter at the windows like a thief.
The earth quakes before them,
The heavens tremble;
The sun and moon grow dark,
And the stars diminish their brightness.
The Lord gives voice before His army,
For His camp is very great;
For strong is the One who executes His word.
For the day of the Lord is great and very terrible;
Who can endure it?
A Call to Repentance
“Now, therefore,” says the Lord,
“Turn to Me with all your heart,
With fasting, with weeping, and with mourning.”
So rend your heart, and not your garments;
Return to the Lord your God,
For He is gracious and merciful,
Slow to anger, and of great kindness;
And He relents from doing harm.
Who knows if He will turn and relent,
And leave a blessing behind Him—
A grain offering and a drink offering
For the Lord your God?
Blow the trumpet in Zion,
Consecrate a fast,
Call a sacred assembly;
Gather the people,
Sanctify the congregation,
Assemble the elders,
Gather the children and nursing babes;
Let the bridegroom go out from his chamber,
And the bride from her dressing room.
Let the priests, who minister to the Lord,
Weep between the porch and the altar;
Let them say, “Spare Your people, O Lord,
And do not give Your heritage to reproach,
That the nations should rule over them.
Why should they say among the peoples,
‘Where is their God?’”
The Land Refreshed
Then the Lord will be zealous for His land,
And pity His people.
The Lord will answer and say to His people,
“Behold, I will send you grain and new wine and oil,
And you will be satisfied by them;
I will no longer make you a reproach among the nations.
“But I will remove far from you the northern army,
And will drive him away into a barren and desolate land,
With his face toward the eastern sea
And his back toward the western sea;
His stench will come up,
And his foul odor will rise,
Because he has done monstrous things.”
Fear not, O land;
Be glad and rejoice,
For the Lord has done marvelous things!
Do not be afraid, you beasts of the field;
For the open pastures are springing up,
And the tree bears its fruit;
The fig tree and the vine yield their strength.
Be glad then, you children of Zion,
And rejoice in the Lord your God;
For He has given you the former rain faithfully,
And He will cause the rain to come down for you—
The former rain,
And the latter rain in the first month.
The threshing floors shall be full of wheat,
And the vats shall overflow with new wine and oil.
“So I will restore to you the years that the swarming locust has eaten,
The crawling locust,
The consuming locust,
And the chewing locust,
My great army which I sent among you.
You shall eat in plenty and be satisfied,
And praise the name of the Lord your God,
Who has dealt wondrously with you;
And My people shall never be put to shame.
Then you shall know that I am in the midst of Israel:
I am the Lord your God
And there is no other.
My people shall never be put to shame

THAT Sabbath (#PLUCKINGCORNWITHJESUS)

* Jesus pray for me, for #FREEDOM

Maaaaaaaaan, if you ask me from time to time "Tony, boy..WHAT IS U DOOOIN??!!!" My response would be simply....IM PLUCKING CORN WITH JESUS YO!!!
#WOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

+------That Sabbath; The Disciples' Reflections On The Day Jesus Let Them Pluck Ears Of Corn

We remember that day, the sun
effulgent, sacrosanct salubrious Sabbath,
when
our lives were seemingly distilled into rows
of stalks, all our hope: the soil
beneath our sandals, our
concerns and intransigent worrying
for tomorrows, for the liberation of Jerusalem,
washed away, almost magically, in
waves of buoyant grain.
When you spoke to us your very words
were shirred. Our hearts reached
out blindly for your promises as if
for husks that pledged
food to our longings like empty
stomachs, sweet and savory kernels
of solace while circumscribed
by oppressive predatory Roman rule –
those crows, wolves, dogs
of hegemonic pagan descent
seeking crops.    
I guess the seedlings were planted
when we first met you as
the Gardener, the Farmer of souls
while fishing with our fathers.
You said to us then: follow me, forsaking
everything, even leaving the embrace
of your families behind; for
the sake of a harvest you led us
into grainfields of uncertainty that
we knew not.
So what is there left for us to do
now that youre gone?
except nurse this fire expectation
in our hearts? Henceforth at night
as we retire, as we close our eyes
and conjure dreams, we recall, and
continue to recall this day when
time stood still….and we blithely
disregarded the longstanding
suffocating strictures of the
Sadducees, the cynicism and doubt
that still threatens to devour us like worms.
It was a gloriously sunny
day, as previously stated, for you
let us abide in your Divine presence
without condemnation walking aimlessly,
plucking ears of corn with smiles
that stretched the lengths of our faces,
laughing as if ascending from this world
into the next. Sickles of exuberance
in our hands, sickles of everlasting
exuberance in our hands.
For the first time in our lives,
we finally felt free.


----------Matthew 12:1-8
At that time Jesus went on the sabbath day through the corn; and his disciples were an hungred, and began to pluck the ears of corn and to eat. But when the Pharisees saw it, they said unto him, Behold, thy disciples do that which is not lawful to do upon the sabbath day. But he said unto them, Have ye not read what David did, when he was an hungred, and they that were with him;
How he entered into the house of God, and did eat the shewbread, which was not lawful for him to eat, neither for them which were with him, but only for the priests? Or have ye not read in the law, how that on the sabbath days the priests in the temple profane the sabbath, and are blameless? But I say unto you, That in this place is one greater than the temple. But if ye had known what this meaneth, I will have mercy, and not sacrifice, ye would not have condemned the guiltless. For the Son of man is Lord even of the sabbath day

Take Me To Mount Horeb #TaylorDateTony

* Jesus pray for me
* dedicated to Taylor Swift
#TaylorDateTony

HEY GUYS!!! WHEN I SAY TAY...YOU SAY TAY!!!
[ME: TAY
YOU: TAY!!!]
OH TAYTAY!!!! (Sorry #CalvinHarris)


+----------------Take Me To Mount Horeb

Taylor singleness terrifies me,
Jezebel,
that fearsome queen-
face dappled with gaudy mascara
uneven eyeliner and hideous
ostentatious orchid lipstick
that fails miserably in its efforts
to provide sufficient distraction
from her rotted brown teeth-
has placed threats of death on my
dating life,
the prophets of my once buoyant optimism
to find a mate and partake in a lavish
wedding already killed by sardonic
soldiers in her sinister army of statistics
wielding their pessimistic swords
of repeated romantic rejection, now
vowing to once and for all
kill my chances of finding a soulmate,
falling in love and marrying.
The prospect of this harrowing fate
has chased me to Beersheba,
sanctum of fond dreams, the last
civilized town of my pleasant memories,
when I had a girlfriend, my passion
for our happiness together
was like a fortified wall of protection
from despair
due to the joy of her hugs and kisses.
But look at me now, I am no better
than any desperate single person,
the ones who have since given up on happiness,
my ancestors who died nobly
and beg me to convalesce with them
to spare more suffering.
Oh baby, my famished heart is leaning
against the Broom Tree of melancholy pining
away, pleading masochistically
for its own perilous and weary demise.

I need you to be my angel with blonde
hair, your two blue eyes
cerulean crystals hewn from rock
deep inside Mount Horeb of my fantasizing,
God’s Mountain of Lovers’ Consummation,
your lips like a scone baked on hot stones,
your voice a jar of cool water. Wake
me up with proclamations of
your affection for me, tell me
that my journey towards jocundity
(of matrimony, of kids, of grandkids)
will be too long without your nourishment.
If I fall asleep in disbelief, wake me
up again Taylor, tell me to eat
the food of fantasia,
drink from the jar of your sweet solace
sent to me from God to
save me from my worst fears,
you carrying me in your arms along the way.


----1 Kings 19:1-8
When Ahab told Jezebel all that Elijah had done, and how he had put all the prophets to the sword, Jezebel sent a messenger to Elijah to say, ‘May the gods do this to me and more, if by this time tomorrow I have not made your life like the life of one of them!’ He was afraid and fled for his life. He came to Beersheba, a town of Judah, where he left his servant. He himself went on into the wilderness, a day’s journey, and sitting under a furze bush wished he were dead. ‘O Lord,’ he said ‘I have had enough. Take my life; I am no better than my ancestors.’ Then he lay down and went to sleep. But an angel touched him and said, ‘Get up and eat.’ He looked round, and there at his head was a scone baked on hot stones, and a jar of water. He ate and drank and then lay down again. But the angel of the Lord came back a second time and touched him and said, ‘Get up and eat, or the journey will be too long for you.’ So he got up and ate and drank, and strengthened by that food he walked for forty days and forty nights until he reached Horeb, the mountain of God.

The Plow

* Jesus pray for me
* dedicated to Lecrae, No Regrets
https://youtu.be/gpke_zl0vVA


+------------The Plow; Jesus' Words to His Disciples About Going Back


"Yesterday your heart was an unkempt
field neglected, overrun
with towering and intractable wild grass, strewn
with unsuspecting ornery weeds, the angst
of your heart brooding on past regrets,
and a soul plagued by unrelenting
worry on matters of unrequited romance,
wealth, and prestige.  But that was before
the ploughshare of full knowing cut beneath
the top layers of your callous indifference
to seeds of true love, faith and hope
in better tomorrows.
The awareness of potentiality for smiling,
eternally even,
like dragging an iron blade over cynicism,
dry cracked dirt, oxen hunched over with
parched throats and brittle tongues
begging for rain,
pulverizing your skepticism in the divine.
But now you know a better way to
live: that it is more blessed to give than receive
more beneficial to plant for others
than to reap for oneself, that purity
and genuineness before man
satiates and surpasses sex, women and wine,
property, power and prestige
before Caesar.
This newfound passion for living
was begotten by Truth-
a message of Holiness born of a Virgin
(whose husband manufactures tools
of agriculture)-
this Tall and Rustic Farmer walking over
the grave of your despair tightly clenching
a wooden earthboard handle and furrowing,
furrowing repeatedly until all the ground
inhospitable for harvesting a joyful spirit
was turned over and your mind was
finally enlightened, sprouting from the earth
like a crop; The thorns, thistles
and birds of ignorance and naiveté
sliced, or scattered and fled. Today then,
marks the first glorious day
of the rest of your life, the best years
lying ahead,
and there is no turning back,
because the past has been uprooted"


-----Luke 9:57-62
As they were walking along the road, a man said to him, “I will follow you wherever you go.” Jesus replied, “Foxes have dens and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.” He said to another man, “Follow me.” But he replied, “Lord, first let me go and bury my father.” Jesus said to him, “Let the dead bury their own dead, but you go and proclaim the kingdom of God.” Still another said, “I will follow you, Lord; but first let me go back and say goodbye to my family.” Jesus replied, “No one who puts a hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God.”

---No Regrets Lyrics

[Verse 1:]

(And they say) You only live once so live it up tonight

I hope we live twice cause I can't wait to give up this life

Don't get me wrong I love my fam and my experience

Been around the world and back seven wonders I done seen 'em

Number eight is just us wonderin what happens when we perish

And I don't want no regrets I'm a tell the ones I cherish

That I love 'em thinking of 'em on this red eye flight to Paris

If I die before I wake at my wake please tell my parents

That your son will positively wake in paradise

Life is like a pair of dice so watch the ones you rollin with

Roll the clip of my life you gon' see a bunch of empty bottles

Broken hearts and blurry nights, Facebook likes and twitter follows

I'm not livin for today cause tomorrows looking pleasant

And the future is a gift even though this is the present

Yea I do believe in heaven but my actions ain't the key

Them gates remain locked if everything follow me

[Hook:]

So let em know that when I come to the end of my road

And they ask me was it worth it

The hurting, the pain, and the life I chose

I'll do it again in a heartbeat, heartbeat, heart heart heartbeat

I'll tell 'em I'll do it again in a heartbeat, heartbeat, heart heart heartbeat

And I die with no regrets

[Verse 2:]

You not a leader cause they follow you on twitter

And you not a man based up on your age and your gender

If you die tonight you'll probably die a boy

Chasing toys objectifying these women thinkin they gon' bring you joy

Don't you want more than last night's braggin rights

What's yo life?

I know it's hard to think about underneath these flashing lights

Scratch the surface money's worthless when it comes to finding purpose

If you keep the end in focus you can't keep it when it's over

And when it's over there's something else starts

Only thing that's really gon' matter is that hope inside your heart

What you trusting in what you lusting in

For that busty momma that's strutting in

And you popping bottles you throwing dollars

That's cool but partner this just in

That you gon' live forever whether you want to or not

Some of us gon' end up holy some of us gon' end up hot

Tell this life to keep my problems kiss my momma when I'm gone

Tell her I have no regrets and I'm home I'm home

[Hook:]

So let em know that when I come to the end of my road

And they ask me was it worth it

The hurting, the pain, and the life I chose

I'll do it again in a heartbeat, heartbeat, heart heart heartbeat

I'll tell 'em I'll do it again in a heartbeat, heartbeat, heart heart heartbeat

And I die with no regrets

Letters to the Exiles (The Rough Draft)

* Jesus pray for me
* Jeremiah pray for me
* dedicated to Sara Groves, Jeremiah
https://youtu.be/Lop2ghrnzqk
* dedicated to For the Life of the World: Letters to the Exiles
http://www.letterstotheexiles.com/

The Prophet Jeremiah: TONY, MY MAN!!! SHOW THESE GOOD FOLKS THE ROUGH DRAFT OF THE LETTER I WROTE IN JEREMIAH 29....YOU KNOW....THE VERSION THAT DIDNT MAKE IT IN THE GOOD BOOK!!!!!! #WOOOOOOOO


+-----------------Letters to the Exiles; Jeremiah's Thoughts Before Writing His Letters To His People In Captivity

Friends, I hope this letter finds
you well. I wanted to say: I hope you marry,
I hope you plant trees, that the
trees grow, bear fruit, and prosper, their
branches dancing passionately in the wind
like King David before the Ark
of the Covenant,
leaves intoning and harmonizing Deborah’s
song of deliverance,
when Sisera fell and God emancipated Israel
from Jabin King of Hazor.
May your wives eyes’
never lose their sparkle,
a lonely pair of luminescent stars
in the moonless, ominous and
overbearingly onyx Babylonian sky
that is now every Hebrew male’s heart.
I ask of you all only one thing -that
henceforth at night when you light candles,
sparks from the wick of your deep
and secret yearning,
your faces warmed by flickering flames,
that you not let despondency preclude dreams.
Dream of me no longer
with portents in my speech but prophesying
Utopia, a joyful herald of poetry
rhyming of the celestial rivers of Zion that
heal our souls’ present wounds,
the sins that abhorred our God forever
washed and forgotten.
For I wish you knew that God
promised us that Nebuchadnezzar will not
always reign, but that through his promise to
Abraham we shall, and forever. But for now,
the King beckons, and these shackles on
my wrists, or soldiers with spears standing guard,
wont allow my fingers to write many more words,
or me to wipe from my face
many more tears. Princes and princesses
of Judah and Jerusalem:
(temporarily) celebrate this life of yours,
 a somber night, even
blessing this foreign land, because our Sun
will soon rise- Salvation and freedom
like the dawn, radiant and dazzling,
crowned in triumph and racing towards us on
a chariot of clouds leading back to Jerusalem.
All memory of our captivity will be to us
like a deep sleep that bright daylight banishes…
we will all be awake then; rejoicing
in a Glorious New Day
(soon).

[He who goes to and fro weeping, carrying his bag of seed, Shall indeed come again with a shout of joy, bringing his sheaves with him. Psalm 126:6]

--------Jeremiah 29:1-14
Now these are the words of the letter that Jeremiah the prophet sent from Jerusalem to the rest of the elders in exile and to the priests, the prophets, and all the people whom Nebuchadnezzar had carried away captive from Jerusalem to Babylon. This was after King Jeconiah [also called Coniah and Jehoiachin] and the queen mother, the eunuchs, the princes of Judah and Jerusalem, the craftsmen and the smiths had departed from Jerusalem. [The letter was sent] by the hand of Elasah son of Shaphan and Gemariah son of Hilkiah, whom Zedekiah king of Judah sent to Babylon to Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon. It said: Thus says the Lord of hosts, the God of Israel, to all the captives whom I have caused to be carried into exile from Jerusalem to Babylon: Build yourselves houses and dwell in them; plant gardens and eat the fruit of them. Take wives and have sons and daughters; take wives for your sons and give your daughters in marriage, that they may bear sons and daughters; multiply there, and do not be diminished. And seek (inquire for, require, and request) the peace and welfare of the city to which I have caused you to be carried away captive; and pray to the Lord for it, for in the welfare of [the city in which you live] you will have welfare. For thus says the Lord of hosts, the God of Israel: Let not your [false] prophets and your diviners who are in your midst deceive you; pay no attention and attach no significance to your dreams which you dream or to theirs, For they prophesy falsely to you in My name. I have not sent them, says the Lord. For thus says the Lord, When seventy years are completed for Babylon, I will visit you and keep My good promise to you, causing you to return to this place. For I know the thoughts and plans that I have for you, says the Lord, thoughts and plans for welfare and peace and not for evil, to give you hope in your final outcome. Then you will call upon Me, and you will come and pray to Me, and I will hear and heed you. Then you will seek Me, inquire for, and require Me [as a vital necessity] and find Me when you search for Me with all your heart. I will be found by you, says the Lord, and I will release you from captivity and gather you from all the nations and all the places to which I have driven you, says the Lord, and I will bring you back to the place from which I caused you to be carried away captive.

------Jeremiah Lyrics

Jeremiah, tell me about the fire

That burns up in Your bones

I want to know, I want to know more now

The burning of ambition and desire

It never could come close

To that fire, to that fire

I was looking to myself

And I forgot the power of God

I was standing with a sparkler in my hand

While I stood so proud and profound

You came and burned this whole place down

Now that's a fire

Jeremiah, tell me about the fire

That burns up in Your bones

I want to know, I want to know more now

The burning of ambition and desire

It never could come close

To that fire, to that fire

And I was caught up in this vice

And its power to entice

I was dwelling on my hopelessness and doubt

With the slightest invitation

You came with total detonation

Now that's a fire

Jeremiah, tell me about the fire

That burns up in Your bones

I want to know, I want to know more now

Jeremiah, tell me about the fire

'Cause nothing could come close

To that fire, to that fire

Jeremiah

And I was warming my hands by this little light of mine

But now I know, I know it's time

To come in from the cold

Fight fire with fire and fan the flame

Come stir up these coals in my soul, in my soul

Till it burns out of control

Jeremiah, tell me about the fire

That burns up in Your bones

I want to know, I want to know more now

Jeremiah, tell me about the fire

'Cause nothing could come close

To that fire, to that fire

Jeremiah

That's a fire

Jeremiah

It's a fire

And I was warming my hands by this little light of mine

But now I know, I know, I know it's time

To come in from the cold

Come in from the cold

Stir up in my bones, stir up in my bones

Stir up in my bones

Evil, will you stir up in my bones?

I was looking to myself, I was looking to myself

This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine

This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine

Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine

My Kiss By Force #EmmaKissTony

* Jesus pray for me
* Saint Matthew pray for me
 * Saint John the Baptist pray for me
* Dedicated to Emma Watson
#EmmaKissTony


+-----------------My Kiss By Force

Baby, when I see your red hair I see fire,
I smell smoke of the defeated Philistines
(my singleness)
ascending into ether. Memories of
every girl who ever hurt me
stick to the ground as dried blood
of fallen warriors,
now looted, their shields now rusting.
(The most fearsome Giant among them,
the only one I ever fell in love with
who left me and married an older man,
felled by five smooth stones
of you nonchalantly flicking tresses
from the front of your face to
the side of your ears.)
Your smile is armed with divine charms,
trumpets of joy, horns of passion,
sterling white teeth the Ark of the Covenant
that degrades and cracks the walls of my heart
from within, one glance at your laughter
and my sturdy wall of self-control topples
into piles of rocks strewn indiscriminately,
me swooning ecstatically, incapacitated
in Jericho
as if you marched around me
for seven days continuously.
Your body sustains my desire, like the
sun standing still, the moon refusing to obey
its course, stoically standing above
all my ex girlfriends: Amorite
foes of my torpor, my listlessness and my
dejection at being spurned and passed up,
of my self confidence razed to the ground,
raided and burned, oxen and crops
of my hope in eventual Romance stolen away
and offered before the Pagan gods of
callousness.  

Emma, I have been through so much,
the warring, the battling for love….
…my scars….my tears….my paucity….
did you think, after all of this,
I’d let you walk away without asking you out?
To be with you would be my Heaven-
angelic smile, celestial hair, your utopian
body-
and I’ll be Damned if I don’t make
an earnest attempt to take your affection
by force.
Let my kiss be a sword, that we both
live and die by.

(OH EMMA WOULD YA WOULD YA WOULD YA DATE WITH ME?????!!!! #WOOOOO)


--------Matthew 11:10-13
This is the one about whom it is written, 'BEHOLD, I SEND MY MESSENGER AHEAD OF YOU, WHO WILL PREPARE YOUR WAY BEFORE YOU.' "Truly I say to you, among those born of women there has not arisen anyone greater than John the Baptist! Yet the one who is least in the kingdom of heaven is greater than he. From the days of John the Baptist until now the kingdom of heaven suffers violence, and violent men take it by force." For all the prophets and the Law prophesied until John.

The End Of All I Know

* Jesus pray for me
* Saint Cornelius pray for me

+---------This Is The End Of All I Know; The Thoughts Of Cornelius Before Peter's Arrival

At lunch I have sporadic visions of the
sun setting on an execrated Roman world,
of darkness enveloping languid peasant
peoples without even the slightest concern
for daylight, or times or seasons.
Even amongst the Citizenry this
torpidity pervades. Caesar and his nobles
lament that the red wine is always bitter,
the maids categorically spurn flax
claiming all of it is brittle,
incurable curse of Eden and Eve on fabric,
(of Nemesis dispensing her
whimsical retribution),
and the oxen and sheep all herald
apathy, petulance when served food.
These troubling visions grip and
detain my mind for days while
trying to surmise their rubric. Could it be
that angels seek
a dialogue on impending apocalypse,
damnation on everything I thought I knew,
suggestions of the advent of a new dawn
previously prophesied
(and that I secretly yearn for)?
Then, in other visions I see
Simon Peter traversing on water,
ensconced in faint white light,
water rippling behind his sandals,
approaching me, his arms reaching
directly for my head,
“When I come to you, prepare for the
Earth to be reborn” he says.
My family and I wait for this
visitation with bated breath, telling
our children to throw away their
clothing, I tell my wife to sell her jewelry
at the market, to hold me close.
Baptism, I tell them, will bury all the bad
things, like Daddy does when he
sends his soldiers to war against
savage enemies of the State. I
also tell them just like in any battle,
to brace themselves, that
in the face of the unknown
we all must be prepared to die.

(To our former selves).




--------Acts 10:25-48
And as Peter was coming in, Cornelius met him, and fell down at his feet, and worshipped him. But Peter took him up, saying, Stand up; I myself also am a man. And as he talked with him, he went in, and found many that were come together. And he said unto them, Ye know how that it is an unlawful thing for a man that is a Jew to keep company, or come unto one of another nation; but God hath shewed me that I should not call any man common or unclean. Therefore came I unto you without gainsaying, as soon as I was sent for: I ask therefore for what intent ye have sent for me? And Cornelius said, Four days ago I was fasting until this hour; and at the ninth hour I prayed in my house, and, behold, a man stood before me in bright clothing, And said, Cornelius, thy prayer is heard, and thine alms are had in remembrance in the sight of God. Send therefore to Joppa, and call hither Simon, whose surname is Peter; he is lodged in the house of one Simon a tanner by the sea side: who, when he cometh, shall speak unto thee. Immediately therefore I sent to thee; and thou hast well done that thou art come. Now therefore are we all here present before God, to hear all things that are commanded thee of God. Then Peter opened his mouth, and said, Of a truth I perceive that God is no respecter of persons: But in every nation he that feareth him, and worketh righteousness, is accepted with him. The word which God sent unto the children of Israel, preaching peace by Jesus Christ: (he is Lord of all:) That word, I say, ye know, which was published throughout all Judaea, and began from Galilee, after the baptism which John preached; How God anointed Jesus of Nazareth with the Holy Ghost and with power: who went about doing good, and healing all that were oppressed of the devil; for God was with him. And we are witnesses of all things which he did both in the land of the Jews, and in Jerusalem; whom they slew and hanged on a tree: Him God raised up the third day, and shewed him openly; Not to all the people, but unto witnesses chosen before God, even to us, who did eat and drink with him after he rose from the dead. And he commanded us to preach unto the people, and to testify that it is he which was ordained of God to be the Judge of quick and dead. To him give all the prophets witness, that through his name whosoever believeth in him shall receive remission of sins. While Peter yet spake these words, the Holy Ghost fell on all them which heard the word. And they of the circumcision which believed were astonished, as many as came with Peter, because that on the Gentiles also was poured out the gift of the Holy Ghost. For they heard them speak with tongues, and magnify God. Then answered Peter, Can any man forbid water, that these should not be baptized, which have received the Holy Ghost as well as we? And he commanded them to be baptized in the name of the Lord. Then prayed they him to tarry certain days.

The Penurious Widow Begging For Your Heart

* Jesus pray for me
* Spiritual Bootcamp Lesson #2 - NEVER STOP PRAYING
* Dedicated to ...gaaah I want to write her name so badly right here. But hopefully...you know who you are....!!!!

OKAY MAGGOTS!!!! SERGEANT JESUSMETAPHOR HERE!!! #SALUTE!!! PUT DOWN YOUR INFERNAL #STARBUCKS' MOCHA SOY LATTES AND COME CLOSE. ATTEN-HUT!!!! DROP AND GIVE ME 20!!! WHILST I SPEAK. HERES WHAT I HAVE TO TEACH YA: NEVER STOP PRAYING, NEVER STOP HOPING AND NEVER STOP BELIEVING!!! GOT IT MAGGOTS??? CLEAVE TO GOD IN PRAYER, ADDING PRAISE AND THANKSGIVING WITH YOUR SUPPLICATIONS!!! HUUAAAAAHH!!! DONT BE A FLACCID SOLDIER OUT THERE ON THE SPIRITUAL BATTLEFIELD. IF YOU WANT SOMETHING- PRAY AND PRAY AND PRAY FOR  IT!!! ATTEN-HUT!!!! NOW READ THIS POEM I WROTE ABOUT A GIRL I REALLY LIKE AND HOW I BELIEVE, HUUUAAAHHH!!!! SHES WORTH FIGHTING FOR IN DAILY PRAYER!!!

+-----------------Tony Conti: The Penurious Widow Begging For Your Heart; The Gospel Widow's Thoughts Before Approaching The Wicked Judge Daily 

My heart cannot rest as long as my
mind lingers on Good and Evil, my
bedside candle flickering underneath
angst-laden, syncopated breaths,
as I groan in my dreams for you.  Beneath
the moon’s gaze my unconscious
undulant body yearns for your kiss,
my face glossed in pale luminescent white lighting,
your hand lain in mine, forever insulated
against the adversarial suggestion of
this continual abidance in loneliness,
of picking up shards of my lovelorn heart
only to have them riven in my hands,
in their tiny reflections I see you embracing
another person dancing in unison…synchronized
to a harrowing beat,
your sinister silhouettes cleaving
together haunts and disrupts my sleep.
In my waking moments my soul
runs before the judiciary of Romance
insisting on adjudication, my desire emphatically
rapping and knocking on the bench
to stress my sense of urgency, intransigent
before the jailers of rationality and societal mores.
They say love is blind, fancying whim
and balking at selfish notions of predestination
before gradual knowing or of
calculated manipulation (intensity scares
girls away) but please, if I may,
allow me to debase myself before the
court and coerce your reciprocity with tears
(I have cried continuously for you).
I stand before your conscience seeking
consideration and reconsideration
of us possibly, maybe being together,
maybe one day, maybe even fifty
years from now.
If I could, I would fight every day
to come into possession of
your daily company. I do fight everyday
in the silence of my thoughts
for a pleasant verdict, imploring
Amorous Fate to rule in my favor-
that day I would be widowed of your
smile no more.


---------Luke 18:1-8
And he spake a parable unto them to this end, that men ought always to pray, and not to faint; Saying, There was in a city a judge, which feared not God, neither regarded man: And there was a widow in that city; and she came unto him, saying, Avenge me of mine adversary. And he would not for a while: but afterward he said within himself, Though I fear not God, nor regard man; Yet because this widow troubleth me, I will avenge her, lest by her continual coming she weary me. And the Lord said, Hear what the unjust judge saith. And shall not God avenge his own elect, which cry day and night unto him, though he bear long with them? I tell you that he will avenge them speedily. Nevertheless when the Son of man cometh, shall he find faith on the earth?

The Charter Of The Early Church #CLYA

*Jesus pray for me
* Jesus pray for Christ Life Young Adults #CLYA
https://christlife.org/young-adults/

TO THE BEST CATHOLIC YOUNG ADULT GROUP IN THE WORLD!!! #WOOOOO

+-----------The Charter of The (Acts) Early Church; The Anthem of #CLYA at Vinny’s 4th of July Party 2015. 

We have almost forgotten the
Mourning Morning, that first sunrise
without our Savior next to us,
at breakfast barely eating
our baked bread, the paltry portion
(poorly seasoned due to lethargy) of fish
for lunch, dust under our sandals as
that somber almost sacral evening’s meal,
pressing our praying faces to the ground
sobbing sorely, duly
aggrieved and not knowing what to do next.
For now, we can feel His very
breath upon us, His presence rushing mightily
through our souls and blowing our hearts
out of sorrow like a violent wind
disbursing fire, singeing lips,
onto the tips of our tongues,
enabling us, finally, to laugh and smile.
To say we will be okay, we can
and will make it.
Because when we see each other now
we see Him,
hearts ablaze with love,
so among us no good is withheld,
no possession is exclusively claimed
or hoarded because He never
cached any blessing away or denied us His gifts.
As we carry His cross in our hearts, our secret
daily tribute of honor- attesting His death
wasn’t in vain, our dreams drift Heavenward,
collectively musing in full agreement
that Jesus was right:
 it was entirely to our benefit that
He depart into clouds,
flanked by radiant angels rejoicing.
The Spirit, in His absence, has stitched us together;
a kaleidoscopic tapestry depicting such
beauty and charm that the world
cant take its eyes off of it.


----Acts 2:41-47
Then they that gladly received his word were baptized: and the same day there were added unto them about three thousand souls. And they continued stedfastly in the apostles' doctrine and fellowship, and in breaking of bread, and in prayers. And fear came upon every soul: and many wonders and signs were done by the apostles. And all that believed were together, and had all things common; And sold their possessions and goods, and parted them to all men, as every man had need  And they, continuing daily with one accord in the temple, and breaking bread from house to house, did eat their meat with gladness and singleness of heart, Praising God, and having favour with all the people. And the Lord added to the church daily such as should be saved.

Our Capernaums #FISHBETTAHAVEMYMONEY

* Jesus Pray for me
* Saint Matthew Pray for me
* Dedicated to Rihanna, B* Better Have My Money
https://youtu.be/oQW2FFt3-A8

AYO - JESUS BE LIKE - FISH BETTA HAVE MY MONEY!!!! LOLZ
#FISHBETTAHAVEMYMONEY

+--------/Our Capernaums; Jesus’ Words To Peter Regarding Paying Tribute

We should all live our lives as
if our prayers had fins,
gills of intransigent assurance in goodness,
layered in uncompromising scales,
that greyish hexagonal coating of skin
that penetrates thick currents of misfortune
and withstands all adversities of undertow
in the sea of our Being in the world.
Our courageous beliefs like
bream fish swimming fearless
in the face of Leviathan, flitting in and
around flaring nostrils
through a gargantuan
mouth opened wide for destruction- his
teeth freshly forged in fire,
Roman swords of the damned
hammered by a hardened hellacious
warring blacksmith serving soldiers specifically
seeking those wanted by the State–
insouciantly dipping  far enough
below the surface to evade
hawks' talons,
those flying self-wrought circling enemies of
our psyche, disconsolation with wings
and piercing eyes of the hunter
that swoop in to tear our joy apart.
And on the land just above,
we should always stand hopeful
on this spiritual silt,
like a fisherman on shore with a rod
and a hook that dangles on strings
of our conviction pulled taut.
Because when we become children of God
we don’t owe debts to anyone,
our desire and our yearning
produce gold coins of perseverance
from inside our sacred hearts and souls.
Our faith, then, pays tribute to us
that we then pass on to others.
 

---Matthew 17:24-27
And when they were come to Capernaum, they that received tribute money came to Peter, and said, Doth not your master pay tribute? He saith, Yes. And when he was come into the house, Jesus prevented him, saying, What thinkest thou, Simon? of whom do the kings of the earth take custom or tribute? of their own children, or of strangers? Peter saith unto him, Of strangers. Jesus saith unto him, Then are the children free. Notwithstanding, lest we should offend them, go thou to the sea, and cast an hook, and take up the fish that first cometh up; and when thou hast opened his mouth, thou shalt find a piece of money: that take, and give unto them for me and thee.

----B* Better Have My Money Lyrics
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Every time I drop I am the only thing you're playin'
In a drop top, doin' hundred, y'all in my rearview mirror racin'
Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at?
Like brrap, brrap, brrap

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Kamikaze if you think that you gon' knock me off the top
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Whispering Stones #rebuildmyJerusalem

* Jesus Pray for me

And they said unto me, The remnant that are left of the captivity there in the province are in great affliction and reproach: the wall of Jerusalem also is broken down, and the gates thereof are burned with fire. And it came to pass, when I heard these words, that I sat down and wept, and mourned certain days, and fasted, and prayed before the God of heaven – Nehemiah 1:3-4

+--------/Whispering Stones; Nehemiah’s Thoughts upon Seeing Jerusalem’s Wall Obliterated

These stones are like disassembled
fragments of a once grandiose and vaunted
dream almost forgotten
but not quite yet. On the ground slain, burned
yet resilient, they yearn to be touched and
comforted, lifted to one’s ear and granted
the opportunity to speak. They sing
the song of Solomon’s Temple newly dedicated,
they intone of the parting of the Red Sea,
of Moses forsaking everything he once knew,
of hoping with abandon,
of yearning to fulfill
a greater destiny, cynically mocking the
screams of Pharaoh’s charioteers gargling water
whilst Hebrews walked giddily on
dry land, the astonishment
of an abused dejected people
at last embracing freedom.
They muse that even the five most
insignificant among them felled (in a sling)
the  greatest of Philistines, stained in
the blood of Goliath’s head, rolling
with pride, wearing
tattoos of the highest order.
Now, they cry out to me for revival.
They were
once a stalwart bastion of refuge
against marauders, a united wall
impregnable, lauding and cheering
King Josiah’s victories and casting
menacing stares at invaders
with Watchmen (who once
killed Abimelek by hurling
a millstone...) but now disgraced
now they are disillusioned.
These stones:
the prophet’s visionary totem
cleansed with my tears as we
mourn together beneath the moon. But
our legacy isnt dead just yet, I promise-
from the Sheep Gate to the Fish Gate
to the Dung Gate,
the Eunuch Cup Bearer has come
from Artaxerxes bearing goodly
anticipation shining in the Sun
of the King's Countenance.
A heart in shambles will be patched,
a broken wall will be rebuilt,
the reverie of the captives is coming true:
Jerusalem will rise
once again.


[dedicated to anyone who has had hopes and dreams and desires destroyed. Pray with me. One day, will reign autonomously, free from the captivity and scorn of our enemies and detractors. One day, our hearts will be rebuilt and we will reign victorious. We will have our heart's desires. Amen. #wooooooo (Ric Flair)]


-----------------Nehemiah 2:12-18, 4:1-3
 And I arose in the night, I and some few men with me; neither told I any man what my God had put in my heart to do at Jerusalem: neither was there any beast with me, save the beast that I rode upon. And I went out by night by the gate of the valley, even before the dragon well, and to the dung port, and viewed the walls of Jerusalem, which were broken down, and the gates thereof were consumed with fire. Then I went on to the gate of the fountain, and to the king's pool: but there was no place for the beast that was under me to pass. Then went I up in the night by the brook, and viewed the wall, and turned back, and entered by the gate of the valley, and so returned. And the rulers knew not whither I went, or what I did; neither had I as yet told it to the Jews, nor to the priests, nor to the nobles, nor to the rulers, nor to the rest that did the work. Then said I unto them, Ye see the distress that we are in, how Jerusalem lieth waste, and the gates thereof are burned with fire: come, and let us build up the wall of Jerusalem, that we be no more a reproach. Then I told them of the hand of my God which was good upon me; as also the king's words that he had spoken unto me. And they said, Let us rise up and build. So they strengthened their hands for this good work. But it came to pass, that when Sanballat heard that we builded the wall, he was wroth, and took great indignation, and mocked the Jews. And he spake before his brethren and the army of Samaria, and said, What do these feeble Jews? will they fortify themselves? will they sacrifice? will they make an end in a day? will they revive the stones out of the heaps of the rubbish which are burned? Now Tobiah the Ammonite was by him, and he said, Even that which they build, if a fox go up, he shall even break down their stone wall.