Foolish Judas Reseeking Anne

* Jesus pray for me
* Dedicated to Anne Hathaway
#CrushingonAnne #IamJudas

GO SEE THE INTERN IN THEATERS SOON GUYS!!!!

+-----Foolish Judas Reseeking Anne

Anne I swear to God I regret
it, every girl I ever dated,
every girl I ever loved
a silver coin stuffed in a flax
pouch of now
lamenting memory, firmly
latched to my heart’s
belt robe. Trying to date
has been like skulking beneath
mildly flickering Temple torchlights
in Jerusalem shirking
my own shadows of guilt fleeing
even the faint snaps of twigs,
assuming ghosts of remorse
approach to utter shrilling
recollections of past heartbreak.
(Losing what you did not realize
you loved is perpetual shortness
of breath, the crazed panting of
Beelzebub within, claiming
the soon to be damned.)  Oh baby,
each dawn disowns me,
each sun ray each morning on
my face shining does nothing to
assuage this grief of full knowing,
the darkness does not disband
before its biased luminosity.
I did not recognize your beauty,
divine, until late,
a wayward apostle forever losing
his way in a fallen world
of selfish women, I was
too obtuse to behold your
eyes as halos, your arresting
black hair as a miracle of
virgin birth, your lips as two
celestial treasures heralded by Archangels,
a choir of them serenading
what has already been coveted
by all wise men. Oh if I could take
it all back! If I could take back all
the overtures I made to others, those 30
silver pieces of dumb
decisions, the time spent pursuing people
who never ever wanted
me to love them!

I betrayed you, Anne,
by opting for this money over love,
cheap expedience instead of invaluable
patience,
and exploiting your charm for the world
to see; a galling crucifix forever standing
between our chances to be together,
flesh impaled by rusty nails on hard,
unforgiving wood. How could I do this?
You are the cute celebrity that
ennobled me years ago, every movie you made,
like an invitation extended
to follow the only
Savior of my soul’s romantic aspirations.

(I want to kiss you sooooo bad! Forgive me Anne?
Date with me Anne? #CrushingonAnne #IamJudas I should never have
asked any other girl out, I should have only pursued you!!!!)

-----Matthew 27:3-4
Then Judas, who betrayed him, seeing that he was condemned, repenting himself, brought back the thirty pieces of silver to the chief priests and ancients, Saying: I have sinned in betraying innocent blood. But they said: What is that to us? look thou to it.

Last Rites

* Jesus pray for me

+-----The Emo Bible – Matthew 27: Last Rites; The Full Text Of Judas’ Speech to the Chief Priests Before Throwing Down His Bag Of Money 

"Sweat and gobs of phlegm on wool
sheets, body convulsions that
effect ear splitting salvos, looping
echoes of self-induced trauma dispersed
into Oppressive Roman air
as my head nearly splits the board
of wood,
all these fears inside me like
tremors rattling the frame, dispelling
mice,
a troubled face contorted, tossing
and turning amidst the aeonian,
apoplectic and ironically self-affirming
screams:
“I SHALL NOT REPEAT OR REAP
THE SINS OF MY FATHERS!!!!”
This….my newfound constricted life
I cannot escape. When I open my
front door, I hear
rotting oak creaking within my soul
as the corresponding door of
hope somberly shuts itself in
worlds of spirit. No matter where I walk
paranoia chases me like a
crescendo of marching soldiers,
clangor of spear and swords
against shields, causing me to
abruptly duck and hide
from harrowing sounds of war
even while in public baths naked.
(Oh, only if the waters could save me,
if only I could wash and be clean
of my betrayal!) Alas, sadly, in madness
one can only find relief
in the wilderness, howling while
flanked by fiery fiends lurking from
hell beneath, eyes hollowed.
Leaning back against the tree fated
for me I feel Satan drawing close
from behind, as if
draping his long disparaging
arms of foreboding around my chest
through the trunk,
softly assuring me “friend, the end of
all of this is near.”
Believe me when I say this
to you brother Priests: I was wrong,
and these pieces of silver you
furnished me with,
cursed hammer that slammed
against metal of malice engraved
with the face of the Anti-Christ
thirty times, is of no value in the land
to which I shall depart.
I am and was the agent of chaos
– not Jesus, Im sorry."

(Sin is never worth it in the end....)
    
  ---Matthew 27:3-4
Then Judas, who betrayed him, seeing that he was condemned, repenting himself, brought back the thirty pieces of silver to the chief priests and ancients, Saying: I have sinned in betraying innocent blood. But they said: What is that to us? look thou to it.

The Emo Bible: Exodus Chapter 3: #IamTheBurningBush

* Jesus pray for me
* Moses pray for me
#IamTheBurningBush

 And when forty years were expired, there appeared to him in the wilderness of mount Sina an angel of the Lord in a flame of fire in a bush. - Acts 7:30

+-----The Emo Bible; Exodus Chapter 3: I AM; God's Words To Moses As a Burning Bush

Come and behold an
incandescent conflagration
without provenance,
listen closely as leaves murmur,
whispering fragments of secret
and sacred smoke prophecy
to mankind,
soot and ash of divine memory
pooling on branches
of illusory time
then sliding down their respective
cane’s fate, to the root,
into sacrosanct piles
of euphoria.
Take off your sandals for
the ground is holy here: gusts
from wings of angels’ keeping
watch blow dust into dimensions
beyond human comprehension,
beneath your bare feet
sands extend without parameter,
they exist to me simply
as expressions
of the expansion of eternal
consciousness
proceeding from the base
of the Mountain.
When you go back to Egypt, then,
by comparison,
nothing will ever be the same.
I shall furnish you, forever, with
a rod of distortion, faith
manifesting absurdities
to the world, a captive people
set free by signs and wonders
of incredulity to scar
Pharaoh’s pride.
When the people ask who
empowered you to perform
all of these miraculous phenomena,
sending you dangerously back
to make amends
for your former life of
privilege and linen riches smeared
in innocent blood,
tell the people what I say-
“All are constantly becoming,
all search for meaning and
essence and being
except for me.”
I AM the Bush that burns
without being consumed,
God without beginning
or end, Life’s
Lucent Spirit enshrouded
in dark clouds of mystery,
Happiness and Joy that flees
waiting, and wanting to
be pursued.



----Exodus 3
Now Moses kept the flock of Jethro his father in law, the priest of Midian: and he led the flock to the backside of the desert, and came to the mountain of God, even to Horeb. And the angel of the Lord appeared unto him in a flame of fire out of the midst of a bush: and he looked, and, behold, the bush burned with fire, and the bush was not consumed. And Moses said, I will now turn aside, and see this great sight, why the bush is not burnt. And when the Lord saw that he turned aside to see, God called unto him out of the midst of the bush, and said, Moses, Moses. And he said, Here am I. And he said, Draw not nigh hither: put off thy shoes from off thy feet, for the place whereon thou standest is holy ground. Moreover he said, I am the God of thy father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob. And Moses hid his face; for he was afraid to look upon God. And the Lord said, I have surely seen the affliction of my people which are in Egypt, and have heard their cry by reason of their taskmasters; for I know their sorrows; And I am come down to deliver them out of the hand of the Egyptians, and to bring them up out of that land unto a good land and a large, unto a land flowing with milk and honey; unto the place of the Canaanites, and the Hittites, and the Amorites, and the Perizzites, and the Hivites, and the Jebusites. Now therefore, behold, the cry of the children of Israel is come unto me: and I have also seen the oppression wherewith the Egyptians oppress them. Come now therefore, and I will send thee unto Pharaoh, that thou mayest bring forth my people the children of Israel out of Egypt. And Moses said unto God, Who am I, that I should go unto Pharaoh, and that I should bring forth the children of Israel out of Egypt? And he said, Certainly I will be with thee; and this shall be a token unto thee, that I have sent thee: When thou hast brought forth the people out of Egypt, ye shall serve God upon this mountain. And Moses said unto God, Behold, when I come unto the children of Israel, and shall say unto them, The God of your fathers hath sent me unto you; and they shall say to me, What is his name? what shall I say unto them? And God said unto Moses, I Am That I Am: and he said, Thus shalt thou say unto the children of Israel, I Am hath sent me unto you. And God said moreover unto Moses, Thus shalt thou say unto the children of Israel, the Lord God of your fathers, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob, hath sent me unto you: this is my name for ever, and this is my memorial unto all generations. Go, and gather the elders of Israel together, and say unto them, The Lord God of your fathers, the God of Abraham, of Isaac, and of Jacob, appeared unto me, saying, I have surely visited you, and seen that which is done to you in Egypt: And I have said, I will bring you up out of the affliction of Egypt unto the land of the Canaanites, and the Hittites, and the Amorites, and the Perizzites, and the Hivites, and the Jebusites, unto a land flowing with milk and honey. And they shall hearken to thy voice: and thou shalt come, thou and the elders of Israel, unto the king of Egypt, and ye shall say unto him, The Lord God of the Hebrews hath met with us: and now let us go, we beseech thee, three days' journey into the wilderness, that we may sacrifice to the Lord our God. And I am sure that the king of Egypt will not let you go, no, not by a mighty hand. And I will stretch out my hand, and smite Egypt with all my wonders which I will do in the midst thereof: and after that he will let you go. And I will give this people favour in the sight of the Egyptians: and it shall come to pass, that, when ye go, ye shall not go empty. But every woman shall borrow of her neighbour, and of her that sojourneth in her house, jewels of silver, and jewels of gold, and raiment: and ye shall put them upon your sons, and upon your daughters; and ye shall spoil the Egyptians.

THE EMO BIBLE: James Chapter 1

* Jesus pray for me
* Saint James pray for me

AYO JAMES, EVEN THO LUTHER SAY YO BOOK IS
“An epistle of straw,” WE BOTH KNOW…MAAAAAAN
DUDE BE TRIPPIN!!!!!! #WOOOOOOOO!!!!

+-----THE EMO BIBLE: James Chapter 1; James’ Thoughts Before Writing His Epistle 

As a boy I heard the stories
from the Twelve
concerning the innuendo
of the trial, an innocent man
sentenced to death amidst
an outcry of public scorn,
gold heedlessly pitched into
raging and unforgiving fire,
the miracles he performed
discounted or discredited,
true renderings of
his speech lost in Pharisaical
jurisprudence’s
translation of its own
blinded partisan passion. Afterwards,
the night before,
rats clawing at the tips of His ears
ringing with acute accusations of guilt,
the putrid smell of urine
permeating his jail cell, the iron
bars rusting and peeling.
They say he was hoisted
naked on the tree, that
before strangers he hung
most shamefully immodest,
the ridged crown puncturing
his brow, rumor has it, was his only
covering. Here was this
nice guy being derided
as “King of Thorns” by people
he came to help, his people:
nails in hands
for raising the dead, a leather
chord repeatedly flaying back-flesh
as remuneration for feeding
the famished, gambits for
his bloody clothing as the blind’s
quid pro quo for the rough scales slit
and suddenly shred from
their eyes,
translucent irony.  

These thoughts are paradoxically
comforting to me now.
Every night the harassment
gets more severe:
Roman legions routinely knock
at my door with varying harassing
and captious enquiry about the gods,
not my gods.
Whenever my sister leaves to
collect water at the well, she
returns shedding tears
over the clay shattered, another of
her beloved jars embroidered
with love. Before I sleep, in the sky,
those two red stars outside my window,
spinning madly,
I know them, Caesar’s eyes
lusting for my life. What I am trying to say
is that deep within, we all know, for me
particularly, follower of the Way, the end
is near.
But like Jesus, I have come to
see the End is where Life truly begins,
to count it all joy when
falling into various trials
so that I may “be perfect and complete,
lacking nothing.” Because when
I see Him in His Kingdom,
one day resplendently robed
in Redemption, a bright smile
that spans eternities on His Face
full of preternatural wisdom,
we’ll both agree- it was all worth it.


----James 1:2-8
My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience. But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing. If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all liberally and without reproach, and it will be given to him. But let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for he who doubts is like a wave of the sea driven and tossed by the wind. For let not that man suppose that he will receive anything from the Lord; he is a double-minded man, unstable in all his ways.

Hemorrhage #TaylorDateTony

* Jesus pray for me
* Saints Matthew and Luke pray for me
* Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony

+-----Hemorrhage

Oh Taylor, how can I
come before you honorably
seeing as though I bleed,
my soul with scabs like elbows and
knees chafed by dirt and rocks
from crawling (the slithering of the
“unwanted” sacrilegious) over jagged
and messy rejections from girls
that slit the thin skin encasing my
heart? I cannot bear the shame
of standing up before you
like this,
Savior of the world of Pop music
with a miraculous voice
and blue eyes divine,
scourge of the ritually unclean.
If only I could make my way,
a broken lonely pilgrim seeking
healing,
through mobs thronging
you, somehow distinguishing
myself from your adoring fans
who love you too? For twelve
years, each step closer to never,
my threadbare sandals crying to
be saved, I have asked women
to love me in return for my adulation
and like a panoply of maladroit doctors
none had the cure,
lacking remedies and compassion
all stoically dismissed me
writhing in the pain and suffering
and raw disappointment
of romantic nothingness.  
Oh please, let dating be like
the border of your royal garment,
elegantly undulating in destiny’s
breezes,
be salvific Queen of my heart
just for a day wont you?
If I can seize and lay hold of it,
a table for two at Starbucks,
surreptitiously below the crowds’
knees, human flesh suffusing itself
with God, selfishly…
I know the blood with stanch.



----Matthew 9:18-22; Luke 8:43-48
While he spake these things unto them, behold, there came a certain ruler, and worshipped him, saying, My daughter is even now dead: but come and lay thy hand upon her, and she shall live. And Jesus arose, and followed him, and so did his disciples. And, behold, a woman, which was diseased with an issue of blood twelve years, came behind him, and touched the hem of his garment: For she said within herself, If I may but touch his garment, I shall be whole. But Jesus turned him about, and when he saw her, he said, Daughter, be of good comfort; thy faith hath made thee whole. And the woman was made whole from that hour; And a woman having an issue of blood twelve years, which had spent all her living upon physicians, neither could be healed of any, Came behind him, and touched the border of his garment: and immediately her issue of blood stanched. And Jesus said, Who touched me? When all denied, Peter and they that were with him said, Master, the multitude throng thee and press thee, and sayest thou, Who touched me? And Jesus said, Somebody hath touched me: for I perceive that virtue is gone out of me. And when the woman saw that she was not hid, she came trembling, and falling down before him, she declared unto him before all the people for what cause she had touched him, and how she was healed immediately. And he said unto her, Daughter, be of good comfort: thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace.

The Oath of Popes #IamPopeFrancis, #IamSaintPeter

* Jesus pray for me
* Peter pray for me
* Pope Francis, pray for me
* Dedicated to Pope Francis (coming to DC and Philly starting tomorrow yall!!! #woohoo!!!!)
#IamPopeFrancis #IamSaintPeter

Pope Francis, keep it up big baby!!! YOU IS DOOON A GOOD JOB DAWG!!! YOU DA GOOD SHEPHERD THE CATHOLIC CHURCH NEEDS RIGHT NOW BOY!!! #WOOOOOOO!!!!
KEEP TAKING CARE OF THE FLOCK MY MANZ!!!!

Behold, the Lord God will come with strong hand, and his arm shall rule for him: behold, his reward is with him, and his work before him. He shall feed his flock like a shepherd: he shall gather the lambs with his arm, and carry them in his bosom, and shall gently lead those that are with young. (Isaiah 40:10-11)

+-----The Oath of Popes; Peter's Journal Entry The Day After Jesus Charged Him With Shepherding His Flock

On the shores of destiny
we watch the sun rise in
sacred serenity, dismissing
for a moment at least, our lingering
concerns about hegemony reigning
in Rome, the heinous cruelty of
of crucifixions, the peremptory homage
and adulation due to pagan gods
the praxis of which profanes our ideals.
We also suppress
the corresponding foreboding
over the slow and agonizing demise
of three years’ worth of vision,
the glorious return of Jewish sovereignty
now seemingly a dubious pretension.
(The latter notion only discussed by the
11 of us before hauling in the
153 fish that thronged our hull,
swimming toward our net in unison
as if obeying a divine edict.)
No, this morning we are content
to simply mull over fish and bread,
miraculous provision of spirit,
smiling and embracing each other
like in times past – nostalgia
for the euphoria we felt after
feeding the five thousand and
raising the dead, etc -
fire of coals warming and drying
our feet caressed by the cool tides
that chased us while leaping from
our boats trying to outpace each other
to meet the Risen Savior.
Tomorrow, you tell me: “you will put out
your hands and someone else
will put on your belt
and take you away
where you do not want to go,”
and I think to myself this must be
the push and pull of polarities
as heaven and hell go to war for
the final fate of the cosmos.
And honestly, I try to envision
the world without guile, without
deceitful men with razor sharp teeth
of malice bent on victimizing innocent
masses of people both
physically and ideologically,
the world without wolves
lusting for blood of lambs.
But when the other 10 have finished
dining, the glowing coals of our brief
romanticism long since extinguished,
we both know the daunting work
set before us to be finalized.
The sign of our covenant will be
the moon, beneath the gleaming
of which I promised to never
fear or flee from howling. So
when the night of tribulation
arrives with its battalion of fallen stars,
demons blazing trails in dark skies
of wickedness, I know
it will be my turn as the Good Shepherd;
and no matter the attendant afflictions
I solemnly swear
I will feed the sheep
feed the sheep
feed sheep.




----John 21:9-19
As soon then as they were come to land, they saw a fire of coals there, and fish laid thereon, and bread. Jesus saith unto them, Bring of the fish which ye have now caught. Simon Peter went up, and drew the net to land full of great fishes, an hundred and fifty and three: and for all there were so many, yet was not the net broken. Jesus saith unto them, Come and dine. And none of the disciples durst ask him, Who art thou? knowing that it was the Lord. Jesus then cometh, and taketh bread, and giveth them, and fish likewise. This is now the third time that Jesus shewed himself to his disciples, after that he was risen from the dead. So when they had dined, Jesus saith to Simon Peter, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me more than these? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my lambs. He saith to him again the second time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my sheep. He saith unto him the third time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? Peter was grieved because he said unto him the third time, Lovest thou me? And he said unto him, Lord, thou knowest all things; thou knowest that I love thee. Jesus saith unto him, Feed my sheep. Verily, verily, I say unto thee, When thou wast young, thou girdest thyself, and walkedst whither thou wouldest: but when thou shalt be old, thou shalt stretch forth thy hands, and another shall gird thee, and carry thee whither thou wouldest not. This spake he, signifying by what death he should glorify God. And when he had spoken this, he saith unto him, Follow me.

Cauterization #IamJob

* Jesus pray for me
* Job pray for me
* Dedicated to TCAT

+-----Cauterization

Sometimes at night, reaching
to snuff out my candle,
Im entranced by visions of
burning flames my memory
tried so earnestly to elide,
and my anguish smolders.
Fires of God descend
burning flesh
and kin, flesh and kin,
sad ashes and sullen soot
secrete slowly from my black
heart, puffs of smoke billowing
from its darkened eyelids
in lieu of tears, and I hear
the piercing rage of barbarians
(Sabeans and Chaldeans with
harvested crops
in bags blotted with blood
of oxen spilling from their swords),
obscuring sounds of my sons
and daughters dying.
Whenever I toss and turn,
my skin now healed of
the boils and scabs that once
plagued it, cursed winds howl
carrying past chatter of internecine
celestial feuding for the rights to my life.
Let the day perish when I was born
I protest,
and the night in which it was said,
there is a man child conceived.
My conscience quixotic,
three misguided friends- Eliphaz,
Bildad, and Zophar- tries to make
sense of it all apportioning some
sort of self-blame, they
celebrate, ideologically, the debasement
and shame for my past sin
to pave future paths for
rewards of righteousness,
sacred spoils to be savored
when I return to innocence.
But I have come realize these
episodic phantoms,
both vestigial and inopportune
in their hauntings, are ghosts
I must entertain whenever they
manifest, welcoming these surly guests
 as metaphors
for Divine mystery. I did nothing to
deserve what I received as punishment,
but I didn’t lay earth’s massive
foundations either, arranging
mountains and skies like loaves of
unleavened bread at table,
nor was I born then.
What God has done, God has done –
the nightmares will pass
and eventually dissipate
in the brightness of Trust. My Faith
in His goodness will shine
radiantly and chase away all shadows
of past sufferings as the Sunrise.  
Afterwards, awakened from trauma
as one who once died, always on
my lips:
“The Lord gives, and the Lord
takes away”


---Job 1:20-22; 42:1-6
Then Job arose, and rent his mantle, and shaved his head, and fell down upon the ground, and worshipped, And said, Naked came I out of my mother's womb, and naked shall I return thither: the Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord. In all this Job sinned not, nor charged God foolishly. Then Job answered the Lord, and said, I know that thou canst do every thing, and that no thought can be withholden from thee. Who is he that hideth counsel without knowledge? therefore have I uttered that I understood not; things too wonderful for me, which I knew not. Hear, I beseech thee, and I will speak: I will demand of thee, and declare thou unto me. I have heard of thee by the hearing of the ear: but now mine eye seeth thee. Wherefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes.

Love On The Surface #TaylorDateTony

* Jesus pray for me
* Peter, James, Andrew, John, Philip, Bartholomew, Thomas, Matthew, Jude, Simon, Matthias, James pray for me
* Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony

+--------Love On The Surface

Taylor, my heart is twelve disciples
aghast, cowering in a boat
of romantic expectations
battered by fierce winds of loneliness,
postulations of me not marrying like
fears of capsizing,
fears of dying alone in the hull,
morsel of leviathan exploding
from the deep, smoke rising from
the shores as he plunges from great
heights returning.
Oh these grief stricken emotions
are alpha waves slamming against
the deck, alpha waves slamming
against the deck of all my hope!
Thoughts of me finding true love
elude and evade me like fish, and
the likelihood of meeting my soulmate
is distant from me, atop some mountain
indifferent and unconcerned
with what is going on, empty nets
of overtures to girls
long since unhitched by the turbulence
floating behind me forever,
all I can do now is to make feeble
attempts at barely holding on,
eyes closed.  
Oh wont you come to me,
your blue eyes and blonde hair
and radiant lips like a dazzling rainbow
assuring calm. I imagine you
walking to my soul on placid
waters, sunny breezeless skies,
feet shod with kisses and
peace, beckoning me to come near
you, to dance with you
on the lake of dreams fulfilled,
of paradise lost
then gained by a beautiful, tall,
stately and gracefully melodic
Savior on a solid aqueous surface.
The prophecies of my childhood say
you will reverse the judgement of
damnation, my reprobate nights
of crying in bed alone
blaming the world for my singleness.
Forgive me if I initially falter
from disbelief, if I begin to sink
as I make my way towards you
fighting all these contrary winds and
waves…if you find me drowning
in doubt and despair,
please reel me in. Hoist me up
next to you on stable ground,
shoal of you hugging me.
We would walk back to
the boat arm in arm, in love
and in faith forever,
and there would be no more fear.


----Matthew 14:22-33
And straightway Jesus constrained his disciples to get into a ship, and to go before him unto the other side, while he sent the multitudes away. And when he had sent the multitudes away, he went up into a mountain apart to pray: and when the evening was come, he was there alone. But the ship was now in the midst of the sea, tossed with waves: for the wind was contrary. And in the fourth watch of the night Jesus went unto them, walking on the sea. And when the disciples saw him walking on the sea, they were troubled, saying, It is a spirit; and they cried out for fear. But straightway Jesus spake unto them, saying, Be of good cheer; it is I; be not afraid. And Peter answered him and said, Lord, if it be thou, bid me come unto thee on the water. And he said, Come. And when Peter was come down out of the ship, he walked on the water, to go to Jesus. But when he saw the wind boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink, he cried, saying, Lord, save me. And immediately Jesus stretched forth his hand, and caught him, and said unto him, O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt? And when they were come into the ship, the wind ceased. Then they that were in the ship came and worshipped him, saying, Of a truth thou art the Son of God.

A Spiritual Nation #IamJoel

* Jesus pray for me
* Joel pray for me
#IamJoel

+-------A Spiritual Nation: Joel's Words To Judah Before Announcing The Prophecy of The LORD

And what shall we make of our crud,
and crust
drying from scabs on skin (blood capped
with dirt), scars inflicted by
scurrilous captors inaugurating/
ingratiating their new slaves to
macabre pagan renderings
of savagery, excessive in
their displays of force, burst pustules
from our lingering diseases
untreated and subsequently reopened
by biting locusts who otherwise
prefer devouring whatever
remnant is left of the
scant supply of crops allotted to us
that we had intended to ration?
What of the hysterics of our
mothers uncomforted,
our sons sold for harlots,
cherished daughters for new wine
to satisfy hedonisms of gluttons?
Shall not a Spirit of vengeance
envelop us
arise within us all and demand
slaughter of the wicked,
salvation for the oppressed,
milk and honey jerked from the
mangled and massacred
laps of our enemies
for the weary and longsuffering
languished, apocalypse of
affluent slobs?
Eventually our righteous anger will
ferment loudly and demand God’s
defense - while plowing fields, skin
scorched by the searing sun,
our sons and daughters
will see visions of themselves
in wedded bliss (singing and dancing),
older men will have ecstasy in sleep,
reimagining Noah in his ark,
the harmonious purring of
sheep, dogs, doves, and the staff
of Moses’ hands held
up by Aaron and Hur whilst
debasing the Amalekites.
While shrouded in darkness
our hearts’ inner yearnings will surely
evoke the lighting of universal justice.
Lacerations and bruises will be
made whole again, fetters and
shackles loosed and melted in
pots on ovens of our spacious homes
resettled. No matter how dubious it
may seem, at night keep your eyes
closed and ears opened wide,
ever hopeful
for the sudden shrills
of our tyrants finally felled- even
falling asleep, like the prophets do,
keep whispering to yourselves:
“freedom.”

(For the Day of the Lord is Coming)


----Joel 2:28-32
And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions: And also upon the servants and upon the handmaids in those days will I pour out my spirit. And I will shew wonders in the heavens and in the earth, blood, and fire, and pillars of smoke. The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and terrible day of the Lord come. And it shall come to pass, that whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be delivered: for in mount Zion and in Jerusalem shall be deliverance, as the Lord hath said, and in the remnant whom the Lord shall call.

Your Love Is Our Flesh, Our Blood #IamSaintPeter

* Jesus pray for me
* Saint Peter pray for me

“………. Lord, to whom shall we go?”

+-------Your Love Is Our Flesh, Our Blood; Peter's Reply to Jesus When Asked If He Would Abandon Him Too

It’s the tip of notched blades
of Roman spears
reflecting Caesar’s gnarled lips,
rays of a sadistic stygian sun shining
bright, raised aloft by marching legions
menacing the masses, leaving
ashes and soot in the wake
of burned huts, the flames of torches
further agitating disconsolate
babies bereft of their mothers,
then watching ignorant, prideless
Jewish youth growing up assimilating
pagan practices into their
most coveted future ambitions
instead of repudiating them
that scare us most.
We know all too well the cold
stifling
embrace of desecrating spirits
at night, that woebegone listlessness
of lackluster emotions enveloping
all that we are, groaning while dreaming:
morbid musings on meaninglessness
that discourages us to wake up, that
taunts us
into yet another damned dawn
full of regret
and devoid of hope.
Who were we before we met You?
Men walking towards scooped dirt,
ready to meet
epitaphs on our graves before
our time. (“Dead men walking”)
Yours was the breath
from hinterland that refreshed
our souls, that vivified our
resentment at Rome’s rule,
that stimulated the circulation
of David’s blood in our veins
as true conquerors – we sought
our slings whenever you spoke,
in our hearts we raised swords of spite
at the Praetorium nearest Jerusalem,
justice athirst for the head of Goliath.
Your voice is to us like angels’ songs.
Lord, to whom shall we go?
thou hast the words of eternal life.
The past is the past and
we are content to let the others leave,
to let the dead bury their own dead,
but our mission is with You:
restoring everything lost to Israel,
bringing Zion to earth
like our prophets once promised.

(Eating Your Flesh and Blood doesn’t scare us, then).


------John 6:57-68
As the living Father hath sent me, and I live by the Father: so he that eateth me, even he shall live by me. This is that bread which came down from heaven: not as your fathers did eat manna, and are dead: he that eateth of this bread shall live for ever. These things said he in the synagogue, as he taught in Capernaum. Many therefore of his disciples, when they had heard this, said, This is an hard saying; who can hear it? When Jesus knew in himself that his disciples murmured at it, he said unto them, Doth this offend you? What and if ye shall see the Son of man ascend up where he was before? It is the spirit that quickeneth; the flesh profiteth nothing: the words that I speak unto you, they are spirit, and they are life. But there are some of you that believe not. For Jesus knew from the beginning who they were that believed not, and who should betray him. And he said, Therefore said I unto you, that no man can come unto me, except it were given unto him of my Father. From that time many of his disciples went back, and walked no more with him. Then said Jesus unto the twelve, Will ye also go away? Then Simon Peter answered him, Lord, to whom shall we go? thou hast the words of eternal life.

In The Valley Of Justin Bieber #thejesusmetaphorandbiebs

* Jesus pray for me
* Ezekiel pray for me
* Dedicated to Justin Bieber, What Do You Mean?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DK_0jXPuIr0
#IamEzekiel

HEY HATERS!!!!..WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU THOUGHT JUSTIN WAS DONE???!!! HAAAA!!! THEJESUSMETAPHOR IS RIDING FOR THE BIEBS AND LET ME TELL YA: HE AINT FINISHED!!!! SUCKERSSSSSS!!!! #LOLZ  BIEBS IS ON TOP AGAIN BABY AS EVINCED BY THE 2015 MTV VMAS!!!! #WOOOOOOO!!!!
#thejesusmetaphorandbiebs #redemption

+-----In The Valley Of Justin Bieber

Justin, whisked away in spirit
I was right there with you (as a fan),
during these last five years
the haters scowled, deeming
your career
“strewn bones across a wide
hollowed valley.” There were
very many in the open valley
they said, and very dry,
the best of you putrefying in
forgotten lands of the American
consumer’s psyche…and I couldn’t
bear it. Scattered ditties far and wide,
cracking beneath your industry imitators’
soulless feet. I knew it was all slander,
I was like a prophet praying for you,
avidly anticipating your musical reign
again and awaiting your redemption. Then,
just the other night
at the MTV VMA Awards, I heard
and felt inspiration rushing towards
then enfolding you as breath from
the Divine, as if the Creator of Creativity
chuckled at the vain, feckless, vapid (and stupid)
cynics in the general public and press
who, when assessing your talents,
saw nothing more than a brittle carcass
decomposing amongst those
who lose luster, forever.
Your performance was miraculous,
this new and celestially ingenious air
in your lungs,
you ascended above the musician’s death
that had claimed so many before-
sinews laid upon you, flesh upon you,
covered with skin dancing and singing
with newfound life…the drums and bass
in your song, angelic chords of Michael
the Archangel fighting your critics, were the
attendant sounds of the bones of your hiatus
coming together forging a new,
more mature man-
…bone to your future-Platinum-selling-Billboard
-Chart-Topping bone. For any of those
that still doubted your zeal, your tears proved
there was life brimming inside you,
beckoned from the four winds of pain,
heartbreak, death and resurrection.

To all of Justin’s critics I say:
The graves have been opened,
inimitable talent has quickened the just,
and he has come up out of the graves
you dug. He is in his own land now,
the Jerusalem of Pop Star Glory.


------Ezekiel 37:1-14
The hand of the Lord was upon me, and carried me out in the spirit of the Lord, and set me down in the midst of the valley which was full of bones, And caused me to pass by them round about: and, behold, there were very many in the open valley; and, lo, they were very dry. And he said unto me, Son of man, can these bones live? And I answered, O Lord God, thou knowest. Again he said unto me, Prophesy upon these bones, and say unto them, O ye dry bones, hear the word of the Lord. Thus saith the Lord God unto these bones; Behold, I will cause breath to enter into you, and ye shall live: And I will lay sinews upon you, and will bring up flesh upon you, and cover you with skin, and put breath in you, and ye shall live; and ye shall know that I am the Lord. So I prophesied as I was commanded: and as I prophesied, there was a noise, and behold a shaking, and the bones came together, bone to his bone. And when I beheld, lo, the sinews and the flesh came up upon them, and the skin covered them above: but there was no breath in them. Then said he unto me, Prophesy unto the wind, prophesy, son of man, and say to the wind, Thus saith the Lord God; Come from the four winds, O breath, and breathe upon these slain, that they may live. So I prophesied as he commanded me, and the breath came into them, and they lived, and stood up upon their feet, an exceeding great army. Then he said unto me, Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel: behold, they say, Our bones are dried, and our hope is lost: we are cut off for our parts. Therefore prophesy and say unto them, Thus saith the Lord God; Behold, O my people, I will open your graves, and cause you to come up out of your graves, and bring you into the land of Israel. And ye shall know that I am the Lord, when I have opened your graves, O my people, and brought you up out of your graves, And shall put my spirit in you, and ye shall live, and I shall place you in your own land: then shall ye know that I the Lord have spoken it, and performed it, saith the Lord. 

----What Do You Mean Lyrics

What do you mean?
Ohh ohh ohh
When you nod your head yes
But you wanna say no
What do you mean?
Hey yeah
When you don't want me to move
But you tell me to go
What do you mean?
Ohh
What do you mean?
Said we're running out of time
What do you mean?
Ohh ohh ohh
What do you mean?
Better make up your mind
What do you mean?

You're so indecisive of what I'm saying
Trying to catch the beat, make up your heart
Don't know if you're happy or complaining
Don't want for us to end
Where do I start
First you wanna go to the left and you want to turn right
Wanna argue all day, make love all night
First you up then you're down and between
Ohh I really want to know...

What do you mean?
Ohh ohh ohh
When you nod your head yes
But you wanna say no
What do you mean?
Hey yeah
When you don't want me to move
But you tell me to go
What do you mean?
Ohh
What do you mean?
Said we're running out of time
What do you mean?
Ohh ohh ohh
What do you mean?
Better make up your mind
What do you mean?

You're overprotective when I'm leaving
Trying to compromise but I can't win
You wanna make a point but you keep preaching
You had me from the start, won't let this end
First you wanna go to the left then you want to turn right
Wanna argue all day, make love all night
First you're up then you're down then between
Ohh I really wanna know...

What do you mean?
Ohh ohh ohh
When you nod your head yes
But you wanna say no
What do you mean?
Hey yeah
When you don't want me to move
But you tell me to go
What do you mean?

I want to know...
Oh
What do you mean?
Ohhh
Said we're running out of time
What do you mean?
(Oh baby)
Ohh ohh ohh
What do you mean?
Better make up your mind
What do you mean?
Ohh ohh ohh
When you nod your head yes
But you wanna say no
What do you mean?
(I'm so confused baby)
Hey yeah
When you don't want me to move
But you tell me to go
What do you mean?
(A bit more straightforward)
Ohh
What do you mean?
Said we're running out of time
What do you mean?
Ohh ohh ohh
What do you mean?
Better make up your mind
What do you mean?

These Things In My Heart #WCW

* Jesus pray for me
* Theotokos pray for me
#HappyBirthdayVirginMary

+-----These Things In My Heart; The Thoughts of Mary After Hosting The Visiting Shepherds, Holding Jesus in Her Arms.

Bombastic, they say.
An audience of angels heralding
my womb with jubilant song,
in the outlines of their voices I can
 trace echoes of the heart cries of
my people for long and lost
dreams of David once deemed forsaken
to now be resurrected (God finally
smiling down on us from Sinai), Jerusalem
in all its glory: maidens with timbrels in hand
dancing while a King of Hebrew blood
rules over us justly, again.  Destiny
in my bosom gazing
fondly back at me, fortune sucking
at my breasts with olive skin and
dark brown eyes, his tiny hands clasping
my index finger with loving curiosity.
(My babbling baby, bringing forth
gentle summer winds whispering joy
into my ear at night when all is quiet.)
What does all this mean? When
three rustic shepherds with fire
in their eyes stumble over gnarling oxen
and bleating sheep as Joseph,
full of foreboding, shields me
from sudden and unknown visitors
in the night? Could it be that hope
finally stands in the balance with Roman
oppression, flaming swords of angels
with chariots and catapults of Caesar,
that our prayers have been heard
and the world itself
has come rising to their defense?
I imagine a peaceful world for my son
wherein old prophecies
come to bear before our eyes,
a lion nesting with lambs outside
our doors,
and that his entire life will be spent
working towards the restoration of all
Jewish dignity ravaged
by Assyria
by Babylon
by Egypt and Philistia
by Rome, that he reflects back
the desire he sees in my eyes for Israel
united at last.



------Luke 2:7-19
And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn. And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us. And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger. And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child. And all they that heard it wondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds. But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart