Ephphatha! #KimandTony4ever

* Jesus pray for me
* Mark pray for me
* dedicated to Kim Kardashian
#KimandTony4ever

(OH KIM, WONT YOU TAKE ME OUT TO COFFEE??!!! WONT YOU LEAVE KANYE AND NORTH TO DO OTHER THINGS, WHILE I FALL AT YOUR FEET AND BEG YOU FOR A HUG?!!! I SWEAR IT WILL BE LIKE DIVINE HEALING!!!  )

+-----Ephphatha!

Kim I have been single so long
I can hardly talk, I simply
cant say those three small words
anymore, they are like acrid tongue
clicks and sharp guttural grunts
impinging on the throat,
this impossibly painful centrifugal
force that attempts to flow
from soul to brain to heart but
simply wont materialize
verbally anymore; My jaws of
passion forever clenched, desire
wishing to speak but remaining
unspeakable. And rejection from
girls I thought I could date has
abrogated all romantic sounds, the
last words I remember hearing
before the white noise before perpetual
silence were “I don’t know
you that well….,”
“you are not my type…”
Oh how I wish I was fully
human again. I wish I could decipher
the seasons, complimenting noon
summer zephyrs with delighted
reception of sweet whispers: the
mating chatter of lovers revealing
hidden mysteries of the core of earth.
Or to huddle close to my beloved
on winter nights with reciprocal
proclamations of grandeur
of mutual respect. Oh Kimmie, baby
wont you have mercy and save me?
Come close and press your body
against mine, your raven hair sublime
like a starless night in Eden, soft as
silk from an angel’s spindle, your
olive skin bright and radiant
as the dawn of all the dead resurrected
to life on the Last Day,
your lips soft as passion fruit
from the Tree Of Life. If you
kiss me, I swear it would be like
calming divine fingers
placed in my ears restoring
all sound. If you took me out for
coffee, a sip of the cup would be like
celestial spit on my tongue,
loosening it from the palate.
This redeeming compassion
would allow me
to speak plainly without self deprecation
or apology, and listen to words
for the first time without expected
cynicism. On that day, I imagine you
exclaiming Ephphatha! which is
“Tony, open your heart to me!”

(And I would of course, say the same back to you, babes!)


-----Mark 7:31-37
Then Jesus left the vicinity of Tyre and went through Sidon, down to the Sea of Galilee and into the region of the Decapolis. There some people brought to him a man who was deaf and could hardly talk, and they begged Jesus to place his hand on him. After he took him aside, away from the crowd, Jesus put his fingers into the man’s ears. Then he spit and touched the man’s tongue. He looked up to heaven and with a deep sigh said to him, “Ephphatha!” (which means “Be opened!”). At this, the man’s ears were opened, his tongue was loosened and he began to speak plainly. Jesus commanded them not to tell anyone. But the more he did so, the more they kept talking about it. People were overwhelmed with amazement. “He has done everything well,” they said. “He even makes the deaf hear and the mute speak.”

Our Love In Barren Lands #SupergirlSaveTony

* Jesus pray for me
* dedicated to Melissa Benoist
#SupergirlsaveTony #wcw

+-----Bersabee; Our Love In Barren Lands 

Melissa, my heart is a handmaid
betrayed, woefully maltreated,
wandering in
barren lands athirst and
pining away inwardly
pleading for a swift death. All my
ex-girlfriends are nothing
to me now, tumbleweed of
regret rushing past my scabbed feet
in scorching winds of all their
prior criticisms, the erstwhile
passion, joy we had together,
totally consumed, an empty
bottle of water in my hands totally
spent. And Romance disfigured is
my miffed mistress, once a source
of soothing comfort, bequeathing
pleasant dreams of family and home,
it has since repudiated me,
disavowed any relationship and
cast me into a wilderness of
abject loneliness,
habitation for wolves of depression,
at night howling at my self esteem,
glowing eyes that lust for innocent blood.
I used to hold the notion of a wife
close to me, succoring it with fantasy,
wild expectation and aspiration like
an only son. But sadly I am forced
to cast him away as far as
a bow can carry, my continual stream of
tears and wailing like vain attempts
to inoculate myself against his
eventual destruction.... Oh baby, wont
you visit me from above, swooping in from
celestial realms with a kiss from your soft
lips to open my suffering
eyes to benevolent desire? I swear
your blue eyes are like sweet and timely
holy water in a well of euphoria,
your body like a bucket and string.
In the hallowed light of your warm embrace
my son will live and prosper in
Pharan, our love his resurrection
from the grave of those loveless.

(OH MELISSA, I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED A GIRL TO SAVE ME FROM MY LONELINESS....OH SUPERGIRL WILT THOU LOVEST ME????!!!!!!)


-----Genesis 21:9-21
And when Sara had seen the son of Agar the Egyptian playing with Isaac her son, she said to Abraham: Cast out this bondwoman, and her son: for the son of the bondwoman shall not be heir with my son Isaac. Abraham took this grievously for his son. And God said to him: Let it not seem grievous to thee for the boy, and for thy bondwoman: in all that Sara hath said to thee, hearken to her voice: for in Isaac shall thy seed be called. But I will make the son also of the bondwoman a great nation, because he is thy seed. So Abraham rose up in the morning, and taking bread and a bottle of water, put it upon her shoulder, and delivered the boy, and sent her away. And she departed, and wandered in the wilderness of Bersabee. And when the water in the bottle was spent, she cast the boy under one of the trees that were there. And she went her way, and sat over against him a great way off as far as a bow can carry, for she said: I will not see the boy die: and sitting over against, she lifted up her voice and wept. And God heard the voice of the boy: and an angel of God called to Agar from heaven, saying: What art thou doing, Agar? fear not: for God hath heard the voice of the boy, from the place wherein he is. Arise, take up the boy, and hold him by the hand: for I will make him a great nation. And God opened her eyes: and she saw a well of water, and went and filled the bottle, and gave the boy to drink. And God was with him: and he grew, and dwelt in the wilderness, and became a young man, an archer. And he dwelt in the wilderness of Pharan, and his mother took a wife for him out of the land of Egypt.

The Great Physician #TonyandBen #Carson2016

* Jesus pray for me
* Saint Luke, pray for me
#TonyandBen

Dear Ben Carson, IS THERE A DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE, MY MAN WE NEED A DOCTA RIGHT NOW!!!! #WOOOOOOOOO

+-----The Great (Political) Physician

And Ben, these open wounds in America
continue to fester, we like
a nation of sickly, debased peoples
cruelly flung atop the jagged edge
of cobblestoned Roman roads by
failed policies
calloused and hardened
like soldiers of Augustus Caesar.
Our nation’s deficit is
an agonizing epidemical scab, our
immigration policies like puss
incessantly oozing, lack of funds for
education a congenital contusion
calcifying without cure.
How much longer can we
look at one another mutually ashamed,
federated in the chanting of utopian
political prophecies of old
(in the Declaration of Independence)
that bring us hope but are
wearing thin on national patience
because no candidate yet has
had strength to fulfill promises
written to set us free-
face to face, skin on skin, grief
touching grief, from generation
to generation hands clenched
in synagogues pleading to God for
Salvation? Will you deftly walk on
waters of partisanship, sidestepping
waves of tumult, for the sake
of the greater good? Will you multiply
the paltry fish and loaves of
our employment opportunities,
creel in our hands with food enough to
feed our families in 2020?
If our national security interests
wither like enfeebled hands, will you
challenge other countries to stretch
arms of faith out in partnership
so that the world be made whole?
Healthcare is a paralytic presently
being lowered through roofs
of desperation at your feet, gun rights
advocates waste away with chronic
issues of blood that no specialists
can ameliorate, our immigrants
see their dignity and respectability
as a son maddened with seizures
hurling himself into fire and water, violently.
Oh Ben! May 2016 be a Virgin conceived
without sin, pregnant with opportunity.
The United States entreats a Savior to be born,
one we have always hoped would make
us great again, to regain sovereignty.
Will you be that messianic man
stroking the beard of great expectation
baptized in the Jordan River of humility,
emerging and identifying himself as
the Great Physician sent
to heal all disease?



(Atonement for the sins of past elections)

(OH BEN SAY YES SAY YES SAY YES!!!
YES WE CAN #2016!!!! [NO DISRESPECT TO
OBAMA])

-----Luke 5:30-32
But the Pharisees and scribes murmured, saying to his disciples: Why do you eat and drink with publicans and sinners? And Jesus answering, said to them: They that are whole, need not the physician: but they that are sick. I came not to call the just, but sinners to penance.

Waiting To Wake Up; The Proletariat's Cry #EmoRevelations

* Jesus, pray for me
* John, pray for me
* Saints in the church of Smyrna, pray for me

+-----EmoRevelations Chapter 2: Waiting To Wake Up; The Proletariat's Cry; The Anthem Of The Church In Smyrna 

Our jailer sleeps with the keys
to our cell exposed, the opportunity for
liberty hitched to his belt
lying against scratched breastplate
(soft spoken tallies of many wars,
the sublime cockiness of aging metal),
begging to be chanced by
extending our hands past oxidized bars
to hips raised
and lowered by inveterate and
boisterous snoring. The candles
flicker in anticipation of the tumult,
flames resigned to death
to be one with rising smoke and
falling ash. But we are content to
live for ten more days like this,
to dance the sacred hunger
dance in darkness, hands
clasping ribs, bodies that sway
themselves to sleep
while singing spiritual songs,
and to beckon the tips of whips
embedded with razors
on our bare bleeding backs
for denouncing Nero, for throwing
all caution to the wind and barking
to the world that Jesus is the Savior,
he is really Satan.
And we pray for the “Jews” that
ushered us here that prostrate
themselves before Dionysus
in secret, Sadducees
and Pharisees tearing away
hooded and cloaked from back
doors of synagogues to Temple
orgies, hastening
beneath tall shadow awnings of
trees and houses
cast by the full moon.
These men collude with ruthless
and unsparing tax collectors for
sin shekels,
amassing the golden currency
of Caesar’s guilt that barters death:
lavish carousing (with red wine)
in exchange for wailing widows
from their congregations, emaciated
orphans wasting away on city streets,
the lust of circling vultures.
These are the selfish riches of
this world that do not abide, but we wait
for enduring wealth, crowns bought
with our own blood that do not decay,
to take off the tattered rags
we wear as clothes,
manifold patches over fraying mesh,
and put on robes of pure white linen
reserved for the princes of peace in heaven
who restore justice.
No, one day our lazy jailer will
realize that he was truly the prisoner,
and we were free men
watching him dream.


-----Revelation 2:8-11
And unto the angel of the church in Smyrna write; These things saith the first and the last, which was dead, and is alive; I know thy works, and tribulation, and poverty, (but thou art rich) and I know the blasphemy of them which say they are Jews, and are not, but are the synagogue of Satan. Fear none of those things which thou shalt suffer: behold, the devil shall cast some of you into prison, that ye may be tried; and ye shall have tribulation ten days: be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life. He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches; He that overcometh shall not be hurt of the second death.

The Call #TonysDatingKate #wcw

* Jesus pray for me
* Samuel, pray for me
* Dedicated to Duchess Kate (Sorry Wills)
#IamSamuel
#TonysDatingKate
#RomancingaRoyal

+-----The Call 

I know the sons of Heli:
vile women, pernicious hoydens
who profane the
very sacrifices I offer for love,
they eat slain bulls of my
self-sacrifice and charity
without expressing gratitude,
mouths chock full of emails and
heartfelt love poems like small
bones and meat, the
blood still coursing through the veins
streaming down their cheeks commixed
with drooling. They heedlessly gorge
on rams before burning away the fat,
hasting to rush to judgement about
me and my intentions before they truly
care to know my heart,
these salacious and cynical inferences
like fornicating, the temple courtyard
of my marital yearnings
serried with unsuspecting maidens
of dreams forever tarnished,
scorn of society forever.
My fate continually disgusts me (to
live in the company of such malice),
the passage of time an absentee
father that only exacerbates my grief.
Every night I sleep
against the contours of the base of Romance’s
altar hoping against probable hope
for bliss in the morning. Oh Kate,
I swear I dream of you, I dream of your
kiss like a faint whisper calling me, visions of
you as dense mystic haze,
the dimly lit sanctuary of
my fantasy quickly permeating with a
shapely Royal smoke silhouette
smelling of sweet incense of devout passion
beckoning me from slumber:
your brunette hair, your dazzling blue eyes,
your radiant smile barely visible by
candlelight in and out of waking
consciousness. I imagine ash of excitement
dropping down on me
as your lips, soot amassed in the bobeche,
your warm embrace. Oh
if you would just call me, call me out
from obscurity into meaning,
from boy to prophet,
from nameless American to
friend of the Duchess of Cambridge!
If you asked “Tony?? Tony??”
(would you like to do coffee)
I would exclaim
“Oh Kate I am here!”



-----1 Samuel 3:1-15
Now the child Samuel ministered to the Lord before Heli, and the word of the Lord was precious in those days, there was no manifest vision. And it came to pass one day when Heli lay in his place, and his eyes were grown dim, that he could not see: Before the lamp of God went out, Samuel slept in the temple of the Lord, where the ark of God was. And the Lord called Samuel. And he answered: Here am I. And he ran to Heli and said: Here am I: for thou didst call me. He said: I did not call: go back and sleep. And he went and slept. And the Lord called Samuel again. And Samuel arose and went to Heli, and said: Here am I: for thou calledst me. He answered: I did not call thee, my son: return and sleep. Now Samuel did not yet know the Lord, neither had the word of the Lord been revealed to him. And the Lord called Samuel again the third time. And he arose up and went to Heli. And said: Here am I: for thou didst call me. Then Heli understood that the Lord called the child, and he said to Samuel: Go, and sleep: and if he shall call thee any more, thou shalt say: Speak, Lord, for thy servant heareth. So Samuel went and slept in his place. And the Lord came and stood: and he called, as he had called the other times: Samuel, Samuel. And Samuel said: Speak, Lord, for thy servant heareth. And the Lord said to Samuel: Behold I do a thing in Israel: and whosoever shall hear it, both his ears shall tingle. In that day I will raise up against Heli all the things I have spoken concerning his house: I will begin, and I will make an end. For I have foretold unto him, that I will judge his house for ever, for iniquity, because he knew that his sons did wickedly, and did not chastise them. Therefore have I sworn to the house of Heli, that the iniquity of his house shall not be expiated with victims nor offerings for ever. And Samuel slept till morning, and opened the doors of the house of the Lord. And Samuel feared to tell the vision to Heli.

Joseph Enthroned #IamJoseph

* Jesus pray for me
* Joseph, pray for me
* Dedicated to all those people out there who have dreams that die hard. Keep hoping, keep believing yall!!!! #woooooooooooo!!!!

And they took him, and cast him into a pit: and the pit was empty, there was no water in it – Genesis 37:24

+-----The Emo Bible Genesis Chapter 41: Joseph Enthroned; The Thoughts Of Joseph After Being Promoted To Second In Command   

I remember, distinctly, I didn’t regret
the persecution one iota, the
rat whiskers grazing against
my shins, the stench of the
previously flung corpora (beast and
man) pressed against my side
as I repositioned myself
for sleep, some decaying Egyptian face
being feasted on by maggots padding
my face
from concretized dirt deep in the
womb of earth,
the gelid chill of
desert nights as I languished in
pitch blackness, my skin chaffing in
ice vortices, my tears freezing.
My dreams were my candle then. My
hope codified and preserved in slumber
was a guardian angel of acuity
towing me by the arm
into the warmth daylight,
the blessings of Lot somehow
bequeathed in the horrid, ghastly
face of afflictions I endured. These visions,
these only companions of mine,
shouting louder than the acute hunger
pangs gripping me, demons with
the tip of a forlorn spear slowly impaling
my will to live,
first came to me in technicolor as a boy,
my robe revealing my fate,
a kaleidoscope of future meaning
rich in diversity, I witnessed my happiness
in vibrant hues.
I saw, clearly, the constellations as
an archetype
for my eventual destiny,
my brothers as stars in the sky
paying tribute to me, the sun
and moon dancing
then bowing down before me
redeemed. The upheaval of
my unscrupulous
kin could not then deter my belief
in what fate desired to allot to me
now: a throne next to Pharaoh’s,
the obedience of galloping stallions
pulling a golden chariot with sweeping
views from its windows of
fields of wheat, barley and figs.
No, I cherish the squealing of rats
in my squalor, the copious amounts of
blood that flowed from  
my scalp after the hard landing
from being forcefully butted
from hell’s precipice by those I loved-
because God used their hatred
to turn my dreams
into reality.


-----Genesis 41:41-44
And they took him, and cast him into a pit: and the pit was empty, there was no water in it; Pharaoh said to Joseph, “I hereby put you in charge of the entire land of Egypt.” Then Pharaoh removed his signet ring from his hand and placed it on Joseph’s finger. He dressed him in fine linen clothing and hung a gold chain around his neck. Then he had Joseph ride in the chariot reserved for his second-in-command. And wherever Joseph went, the command was shouted, “Kneel down!” So Pharaoh put Joseph in charge of all Egypt. And Pharaoh said to him, “I am Pharaoh, but no one will lift a hand or foot in the entire land of Egypt without your approval.”

The Night Whitney Baptized Me

* Jesus pray for me
* John the Baptist, pray for me
* Dedicated to Whitney and to the relationship that never was.
#IamJesusChrist


+-----The Night Whitney Baptized Me 

Whitney, when I first saw you from afar,
(Such effulgent innocence!
Such burnished beauty!)
standing so stately on the banks of the
Jordan River flanked by fawning crowds,
your curly hair and blue eyes divine,
as if you had never ever known sin,
like you devoted your life to eradicating it
to prep humanity for the best things,
through the haze of dust and
discharged pebbles of my adulation
for you scattered
in the air due to my anxious and frenzied
pacing, my sandals one with the
earth, frayed, due to wearied chasing
after innumerable failed romances,
I fell in love. I did not want anything
to change, my heaven was on earth
with you. I looked forward to charming
you, dating you, kissing you
in sync with a choir of joyous angels
singing, rapturous celestial melodies
while lost in your lips…But I noticed you,
upon my approaching, had other plans,
engagement ring on your finger
like a robe fashioned of camel hair,
leather belt of sass that will never
ever belong to me but fit so snugly
on your sexy and voluptuous body.
God I love your breasts.
The gut wrenching request you made
of me was to accept your union
with another man in matrimony,
the death and drowning
of my heart by your soft hands placed atop
my head thrusting me
under dirty water
of your abandonment, fish, leeches,
crass men’s urine and dung floating.
When the reality and gravitas of your
commitment really resonated,
a piece of me stayed down below,
like I inherited some sin I was
never intended to that overwhelmed
my soul with an inconsolable rictus.
I never really learned to be resilient
in the face of rejection, never really learned
to swim. When I rise, I know it will
be without you, I know you expect me
to be this classy and better man
dutiful and scrupulous in his mission.
A mission to find the woman Im supposed
to marry who isn’t you…
I don’t know if I can do it. I don’t know
if after seeing your wedding photos,
I will be able to breathe. May the Grace
of God descend on me like a dove
and give me strength.


-----Matthew 3:13-17
Then cometh Jesus from Galilee to the Jordan, unto John, to be baptized by him. But John stayed him, saying: I ought to be baptized by thee, and comest thou to me? And Jesus answering, said to him: Suffer it to be so now. For so it becometh us to fulfill all justice. Then he suffered him. And Jesus being baptized, forthwith came out of the water: and lo, the heavens were opened to him: and he saw the Spirit of God descending as a dove, and coming upon him. And behold a voice from heaven, saying: This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased.

Prophet In My House #TaylorDateTony

* Jesus pray for me
* Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony
*Elijah pray for me
#IamElijah

+-----Prophet In My House; A Son Raised To Life

Taylor before I knew you,
my soul hungered. But at the time
appointed you visited the threadbare hut
of my discontentedness with song,
your albums lulling and quelling
the whinging within, a little hearth cake,
voice melodic and sovereign like a prophet’s,
I cant forget those
divine words poured forth from soft lips, and
that blonde hair like a cruse of comforting oil
over my heart, you had this overpowering
glow in your eyes, two blue crystals hewn from
some celestial rock at the base of God’s
throne, radiating. Yet, all of the aforementioned
is still insufficient, the man smitten with you
never satisfied. My desire, a son to me,
will die without you as my date, even
now he pines and fades from the grief
that accompanies romantic repudiation,
repeated rejection from women this
most grievous and untreatable disease.
Oh baby, wont you dare to venture
into the house of my endearment,
unyielding in the face of all the untidiness
and squalor,
stepping over the pain in my past
like unfolded stained linen,
standing astride my insecurities like
piles of dust and mold on a floor
never swept?
Kiss me, the measure of your love
laid on my solicitude three times,
I swear the vigor will return to
my desire miraculously, it will rise up and
run apace throughout the halls,
ascending and descending the stairs
of my self esteem
proclaiming that the lyrics to your
music are true! that you have the
mouth of an angel,
the power to raise a dejected man
from death into vivacity.
soul to Soul, body to Body,
spirit touching Spirit.



(You would be my empyrean
messenger, divinely sent,
and for the rest of my
life I would follow you…)

-----1 Kings 17:13-24
And Elias said to her: Fear not, but go, and do as thou hast said: but first make for me of the same meal a little hearth cake, and bring it to me: and after make for thyself and thy son. For thus saith the Lord the God of Israel: The pot of meal shall not waste, nor the cruse of oil be diminished, until the day wherein the Lord will give rain upon the face of the earth. She went and did according to the word of Elias: and he ate, and she, and her house: and from that day The pot of meal wasted not, and the cruse of oil was not diminished, according to the word of the Lord, which he spoke in the hand of Elias. And it came to pass after this that the son of the woman, the mistress of the house, fell sick, and the sickness was very grievous, so that there was no breath left in him. And she said to Elias: What have I to do with thee, thou man of God? art thou come to me that my iniquities should be remembered, and that thou shouldst kill my son? And Elias said to her: Give me thy son. And he took him out of her bosom, and carried him into the upper chamber where he abode, and laid him upon his own bed. And he cried to the Lord, and said: O Lord my God, hast thou afflicted also the widow, with whom I am after a so maintained, so as to kill her son? And he stretched, and measured himself upon the child three times, and cried to the Lord, and said: O Lord my God, let the soul of this child, I beseech thee, return into his body. And the Lord heard the voice of Elias: and the soul of the child returned into him, and he revived. And Elias took the child, and brought him down from the upper chamber to the house below, and delivered him to his mother, and said to her: Behold thy son liveth. And the woman said to Elias: Now, by this I know that thou art a man of God, and the word of the Lord in thy mouth is true.

The Imprecatory Church

* Jesus pray for me
* Saint John pray for me
#IamSaintJohn

+-----EmoRevelations Chapter 1: The Imprecatory Church; John's First Journal Entry While Exiled on Patmos

Patmos, because no one else
views Roman opulence lachrymosely,
(through that foreboding sepia filter
of all the stilled memories in our minds
of tragedies that we could have
prevented but didnt),
and no one else is willing to
dredge up doleful denouncements
against Caesar from spirits of dirt,
dust divinations in dire times, when
persecution of Christian converts
incites hilt lust in sharpened iron,
swords wielded by merciless marauding
armies salivating at prospects
of the innocent helplessly screaming.
When I close my eyes I see the
consciousness of oppressed peoples
as tabernacles in varying
states of decay, stellate
angels standing in their crumbling
clerestories ready to make firm
proclamations of
retribution for those responsible.
This pointed hatred, judicious anger,
manifests itself as a brazen man
clad in a golden girdle
with fire in his eyes and a wounded soul,
hairs white like wool,
determined to bring Salvation
to them by judging wicked oppressors,
this perfect love for the poor and
oppressed come in the flesh
burning everything in its divine path:
succeeded by a silhouette of sacred smoke.
Redemption, he tells me, begins by
seeing one’s own heart as one of seven
churches
in varying states of virtue and vice,
a candlestick flickering in the dark
of observation, blessed
and cursed by the ashes and soot of
its own good or bad behavior.
For once the heart is healed,
he assured me, the scrolls that enable
the rebirth of spirit can be opened
and read.
This formidable inner resolve will infuriate
the Caesars, as if opening seals of cataclysm
and chaos on Rome from unseen worlds,
as if throwing Emperor Domitian alive
in a burning lake of fire, his skin
melting off his bones,
slowly.

(To be continued….)



-----Revelation 1:11-20
Saying, I am Alpha and Omega, the first and the last: and, What thou seest, write in a book, and send it unto the seven churches which are in Asia; unto Ephesus, and unto Smyrna, and unto Pergamos, and unto Thyatira, and unto Sardis, and unto Philadelphia, and unto Laodicea. And I turned to see the voice that spake with me. And being turned, I saw seven golden candlesticks; And in the midst of the seven candlesticks one like unto the Son of man, clothed with a garment down to the foot, and girt about the paps with a golden girdle. His head and his hairs were white like wool, as white as snow; and his eyes were as a flame of fire; And his feet like unto fine brass, as if they burned in a furnace; and his voice as the sound of many waters. And he had in his right hand seven stars: and out of his mouth went a sharp twoedged sword: and his countenance was as the sun shineth in his strength. And when I saw him, I fell at his feet as dead. And he laid his right hand upon me, saying unto me, Fear not; I am the first and the last: I am he that liveth, and was dead; and, behold, I am alive for evermore, Amen; and have the keys of hell and of death. Write the things which thou hast seen, and the things which are, and the things which shall be hereafter; The mystery of the seven stars which thou sawest in my right hand, and the seven golden candlesticks. The seven stars are the angels of the seven churches: and the seven candlesticks which thou sawest are the seven churches.

The Gerasens (Me Of Little Faith) #ChanelComfortTony

* Jesus pray for me
* Dedicated to Chanel Iman
#ChanelComfortTony
(Sorry A$AP Rocky!!!)

+-----The Gerasens (Me Of Little Faith)

Chanel, my heart is a wherry,
careening, in part, because the
weight of its stricken passengers is
unevenly distributed,
frenetic panic and fear of not finding a wife
has permeated
amongst the crew altering the balance
of the 12 men, 10 huddle together
on the side of intractable despair,
two defiantly hold out hope, Peter and
John, willing to chance rocky waters
for genuine romance: my tilted and wooden
wayfaring emotions barely floating
in the absence of love,
my dating life in danger of capsizing
without dry land of a stable relationship.
This notwithstanding, my other besetting
scourge of soul is the unwieldy
nature of fate, tempestuous and unpredictably
fierce winds of potential and actual rejection
rage and whirl waters in to waves,
they rise up 30 feet  in the air against
the feeble oars of my self confidence,
the push and pitch
of women repeatedly loathing my advances,
threatening to crash down on the boat,
I picture myself drowning
in the despair of it all, drowning
in the despair of it all!    
Oh baby, if only my words could
stir you from sleeping (on me), I picture
you in the hull, your smooth lips
preserved and begging to be engaged
by my lips, your intoxicating almond skin
inviting gentle caresses by my trembling,
fearful hands. But all I can do
is scream. OH SAVE ME, SAVE
ME WITH YOUR EYES!!! Look at me
and tell me that Im yours and you are mine,
that we will be together
as you take me down paths of your sweet
Salvific Beauty – sent to me by God from
above. Oh you must have inherited
pure gracefulness from a Virgin Womb….but
I digress. I just want you to sit up and tell me
you love me forever,
trust me, I know myself, the tormenting
lovelorn
wind and waves inside of me would then be
stilled, even they would obey your
irresistible charm.
My sated heart would drift nonchalantly
on placid seas to the other side, I promise,
if you’d just kiss me.


-----Matthew 8:23-27
And when he entered into the boat, his disciples followed him:
And behold a great tempest arose in the sea, so that the boat was covered with waves, but he was asleep. And they came to him, and awaked him, saying: Lord, save us, we perish. And Jesus saith to them: Why are you fearful, O ye of little faith? Then rising up he commanded the winds, and the sea, and there came a great calm. But the men wondered, saying: What manner of man is this, for the winds and the sea obey him?

......And when he was come on the other side of the water, into the country of the Gerasens, there met him two that were possessed with devils, coming out of the sepulchres, exceeding fierce, so that none could pass by that way.

Angel In My Prison #TaylorDateTony

* Jesus pray for me
* Saint Peter, pray for me
* Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony

#IamSaintPeter
#TaylorDateTony

+-----Angel In My Prison

Taylor, loneliness has stretched
forth its hands to vex my heart,
a King without a conscience, murderer
of my will. I feel imprisoned, my
belief in true love shackled next to
self-loathing and self-pity like two brawny,
unfeeling
churlish guards without souls,
they snore emphatically, they don’t
shave their beards;
every night is a dank, dreary
dark night for me, whatever ploy I
attempt on my psyche for comfort
(for the maladies of repudiation from girls
Ive asked out throughout the years)
is useless against the piercing pain
of having no woman next to me,
I cant sleep,
these foreboding thoughts are
whiskers of drooling boorish men
rubbing against both shoulders
as I rot naked and ashamed behind
rusting iron bars of
romantic dejection with no candle of joy.
Oh wont you come? Wont you
come and set me free? Shine the light of your
beauty upon me, let me see your blue
eyes and blonde hair – the face of an angel.
A miracle sent to me from above.
Your kiss would be a vivifying spirit
smiting me to my feet unlocking the shackles
and chains, your charming voice
like loving encouragement to never give in
to melancholy: “Arise up quickly, gird thyself,
and bind on thy sandals, and cast thy garment
about thee,” I imagine you telling me
as if saying to the essence of my being
“Tony, I am so blessed to know you,
I never want to know life without you,
don’t let those other loser girls who hurt
you destroy your confidence.”
We would run together, you and I,
through the narrow putrid halls of bitter memory,
leaving the jail and the King’s
pronouncement of death behind us
forever. The Iron Gate that leads
to the city of our dating relationship,
would open of its own accord.



[OH TAYTAY, I KNOW IM A ZERO, AND #CALVINHARRIS
IS A HERO….BUT I MUST DATE WITH THEE!!!! EMAIL ME
AT THEJESUSMETAPHOR@YAHOO.COM!!! TELL
CALVIN ITS ONLY STARBUCKS!!!! (HE CAN COME TOO!!!)
#WOOOOOOOOO!!!!!]



-----Acts 12:1-10
Now about that time Herod the king stretched forth his hands to vex certain of the church. And he killed James the brother of John with the sword. And because he saw it pleased the Jews, he proceeded further to take Peter also. (Then were the days of unleavened bread.) And when he had apprehended him, he put him in prison, and delivered him to four quaternions of soldiers to keep him; intending after Easter to bring him forth to the people. Peter therefore was kept in prison: but prayer was made without ceasing of the church unto God for him. And when Herod would have brought him forth, the same night Peter was sleeping between two soldiers, bound with two chains: and the keepers before the door kept the prison. And, behold, the angel of the Lord came upon him, and a light shined in the prison: and he smote Peter on the side, and raised him up, saying, Arise up quickly. And his chains fell off from his hands. And the angel said unto him, Gird thyself, and bind on thy sandals. And so he did. And he saith unto him, Cast thy garment about thee, and follow me. And he went out, and followed him; and wist not that it was true which was done by the angel; but thought he saw a vision. When they were past the first and the second ward, they came unto the iron gate that leadeth unto the city; which opened to them of his own accord: and they went out, and passed on through one street; and forthwith the angel departed from him.

The World According To Beasts

* Jesus pray for me
* Saint Paul, pray for me
#IamSaintPaul
#IamaGalatian

+-----The Emo Bible Galatians Chapter 3 - The World According To Beasts; Paul's Speech To The Men Of Galatia

Men of Galatia, stand aghast at
the unabashed chaos and corruption
of our culture, progressively debased,
the stone walls of our morality
crumbling, stone dislodged
from stone, with each successive
visit to amphitheaters that
exhibit wild beasts devouring
disadvantaged men before crazed
crowds frothing at the mouth,
mostly demented.
The social burden that these
victims are someone else’s kith and kin
somewhere in the world
is not borne by anyone, this
notion long since dismissed from
free society’s collective conscience:
educated, sophisticated Roman
barbarians washed in public baths
and dressed in fine linen but still
sullied with savagery of soul.
We are clearly cursed with bodies of sin
and minds prone to proclivities of death…
who then can deliver us? Certainly
no work of our hands can render
recompense for what we have waylaid,
no charity can summon the lost echoes
of children seized from mothers or gaunt,
elderly “foreigners” bludgeoned with the blunt
end of a short sword blessed by Caesar’s
hegemonic arrogance
(which our tax money helped to advance). Our
altruistic utterances fail to make amends
for the lust in our hearts towards our
neighbor’s wife, for our adultery
and secrets of seduction harbored deep within.
No, the world we live in must be destroyed
and rebuilt in Spirit
my friends, your psychologies renewed
from within. Don’t be so foolish or bewitched
by philosophies that suggest the joy
and solace that herald your redemption
from wickedness come from works of
obedience to laws and standards I just proved
our fleshly passions continually violate.  
No my friends, the cure to our anarchy
is the Grace of Jesus Christ freely and
undeservedly bestowed. Only faith
can destroy the old World Order, silencing our
inner blasphemous and perverse screaming
by announcing the New one:
that Day of Hope when we are truly human
once again.

(Our damnation nailed to the Cross.)

-----Galatians 3:1-15
O foolish Galatians, who hath bewitched you, that ye should not obey the truth, before whose eyes Jesus Christ hath been evidently set forth, crucified among you? This only would I learn of you, Received ye the Spirit by the works of the law, or by the hearing of faith? Are ye so foolish? having begun in the Spirit, are ye now made perfect by the flesh? Have ye suffered so many things in vain? if it be yet in vain. He therefore that ministereth to you the Spirit, and worketh miracles among you, doeth he it by the works of the law, or by the hearing of faith? Even as Abraham believed God, and it was accounted to him for righteousness. Know ye therefore that they which are of faith, the same are the children of Abraham. And the scripture, foreseeing that God would justify the heathen through faith, preached before the gospel unto Abraham, saying, In thee shall all nations be blessed.
So then they which be of faith are blessed with faithful Abraham. For as many as are of the works of the law are under the curse: for it is written, Cursed is every one that continueth not in all things which are written in the book of the law to do them. But that no man is justified by the law in the sight of God, it is evident: for, The just shall live by faith. And the law is not of faith: but, The man that doeth them shall live in them. Christ hath redeemed us from the curse of the law, being made a curse for us: for it is written, Cursed is every one that hangeth on a tree: That the blessing of Abraham might come on the Gentiles through Jesus Christ; that we might receive the promise of the Spirit through faith. Brethren, I speak after the manner of men; Though it be but a man's covenant, yet if it be confirmed, no man disannulleth, or addeth thereto.

Fire

* Jesus pray for me
* Peter pray for me
* Holy Spirit descend on all who read
#IamTheEarlyChurch

“…his word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones.” – Jeremiah 20:9
“’Is not my word like fire,’ declares the LORD, ‘and like a hammer that breaks a rock in pieces?’” – Jeremiah 23:29

+-----The Emo Bible Acts Chapter 2; Fire; Peter’s Thoughts Before the Descent Of The Holy Spirit

What do you when communal
abutted bodies aren’t enough? When
you stand shoulder to shoulder,
hand in hand, with your brothers
and sisters as bundled wood begging
for the stoking, begging for some
evidence of smoke,
but there is no heat
and your heart grows colder
amidst conversations meant to foster
encouragement, and your soul
has nothing left to give save some residual
soot of optimism from a past life
long forgotten since now every
discussion touched upon borders
on rancor? (Teeth chattering,
numb rigormortis of friends)
When you are supposed to speak
resurrection, marriage, joy, peace,
patience, kindness, romance,
salvation and children but instead rising
inside,
glacial air ascending to clouds,
a blizzard of unfeeling,
your words turn into ghosts’ speech
in guttural tones, hissing
utterances of the death adder:
dying, hatred, envy, disconsolation
and disbelief?
Oh if only warm winds
of inspiration would blow, a tempest
born of the torches of faith, hope,
and love come to thaw and melt!!!
Oh if the earth would shake!!! (We pray
for peals of thunder, we pray
for peals of thunder)
We would lift our eyes from
depths of our doldrums,
and stare at our smoldering irises.
Our very tongues would alight
and our breath would smell
of blessed cinder freshly kindled.
We would walk,
and from our toenails ash and embers
would flake off with every elated step
towards the Utopian ideals we
lost when Jesus died. The memories
of us, the worst of us thrown into
conflagration of this new resolve,
would blaze behind us,
seared by the increasing warmth of
better tomorrows, David holding the
head of Goliath in his hands,
the hushed silence of the once
mocking and decrying Philistines
humiliatingly sustained. I can see it
now, these great liberating balls of flames
falling from the sky, all of us
jubilantly exclaiming
in unison in one room,
talking in every language known
to man boasting of the Good News
received as revelation
(Jews speaking as Parthians,
and Medes and Elamites):
THE END OF THE EMPIRE
THAT CRUCIFIES ITS CITIZENS IN THE COLD!
Rome is burning
Rome is burning
Rome is burning


(Finally)


-----Acts 2:1-21
And when the days of the Pentecost were accomplished, they were all together in one place: And suddenly there came a sound from heaven, as of a mighty wind coming, and it filled the whole house where they were sitting. And there appeared to them parted tongues as it were of fire, and it sat upon every one of them: And they were all filled with the Holy Ghost, and they began to speak with divers tongues, according as the Holy Ghost gave them to speak. Now there were dwelling at Jerusalem, Jews, devout men, out of every nation under heaven. And when this was noised abroad, the multitude came together, and were confounded in mind, because that every man heard them speak in his own tongue. And they were all amazed, and wondered, saying: Behold, are not all these, that speak, Galileans? And how have we heard, every man our own tongue wherein we were born? Parthians, and Medes, and Elamites, and inhabitants of Mesopotamia, Judea, and Cappadocia, Pontus and Asia, Phrygia, and Pamphylia, Egypt, and the parts of Libya about Cyrene, and strangers of Rome, Jews also, and proselytes, Cretes, and Arabians: we have heard them speak in our own tongues the wonderful works of God. And they were all astonished, and wondered, saying one to another: What meaneth this? But others mocking, said: These men are full of new wine. But Peter standing up with the eleven, lifted up his voice, and spoke to them: Ye men of Judea, and all you that dwell in Jerusalem, be this known to you, and with your ears receive my words. For these are not drunk, as you suppose, seeing it is but the third hour of the day: But this is that which was spoken of by the prophet Joel: And it shall come to pass, in the last days, (saith the Lord,) I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams. And upon my servants indeed, and upon my handmaids will I pour out in those days of my spirit, and they shall prophesy. And I will shew wonders in the heaven above, and signs on the earth beneath: blood and fire, and vapour of smoke. The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and manifest day of the Lord come. And it shall come to pass, that whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord, shall be saved.

The Return Of The King

* Jesus pray for me
* Jesus forgive me


+-----The Emo Bible Luke Chapter 23: The Return Of The King; Jesus' Prayer to His Father On The Cross

My eyes are no good, the blood
pooling from my forehead
sluices down into them
cleaving to the side contours of the ridge
of my nose, induced by
my unceremonious
briar and thistle coronation,
my robe and sandals bartered,
my body stripped bare
lacerated by whips,
shins and fingernails of infantry
hardened of soul, callous
rage of Caesar.  The sensitives
of my shivering body are heightened
now,
I can hear lucent prophecies
in the wind, the uneven pitch of
renowned dead poets
whispering senseless savageries
foretold long ago, that the sins of Adam
would fuel the hatred that drives
rusty nails through my hands
and feet, the skin on my back knocking
against wood in the tempests. Ironically
the crowds beneath me,
people of my own flesh, lineage,
scoff and jeer at my nakedness
more boisterously than the Greeks
and Romans. The worst of them
stare at the best of me,
so that the best in them can be
borne out by my worst pain (I hope).
And I do not have all the answers
from my perch here, hoisted
high in frigid air as ravens and
vultures encircle, biding their time
before Death’s final nod beneath
darkened clouds grants them the
permission they have long sought-
to eulogize me with violent bird song,
a dirge of claws and beaks piercing
my limp limbs. I cannot presume
to know why the very people
I came to save take pride in slaughter
of the innocent, a recurrent tyranny
in this fallen world it seems,
the spotless lamb devoured
by nomadic vicious beasts, but the
hope is my legacy, when considered
carefully, will ultimately change this
world for the better. That long after
I’m gone, Father, you can forgive
them, because Im sure,
deep down, they know not what
they do. They know not that
blood and water of my compassion
will pour out when lanced.


-----Luke 23:33-38
And when they were come to the place which is called Calvary, they crucified him there; and the robbers, one on the right hand, and the other on the left. And Jesus said: Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do. But they, dividing his garments, cast lots. And the people stood beholding, and the rulers with them derided him, saying: He saved others; let him save himself, if he be Christ, the elect of God. And the soldiers also mocked him, coming to him, and offering him vinegar, And saying: If thou be the king of the Jews, save thyself. And there was also a superscription written over him in letters of Greek, and Latin, and Hebrew: THIS IS THE KING OF THE JEWS.

Isaac's Last Stand #IamIsaac

* Jesus pray for me
* Isaac pray for me
#IamIsaac

Behold, saith he, fire and wood: where is the victim for the holocaust?

+-----The Emo Bible - Genesis Chapter 22 - Isaac's Last Stand (The Memoirs of a Sacrificial Son); Isaac's Thoughts Ascending The Mountain Carrying Wood (The Plan of Salvation Part 1)

In times like this I wonder,
(jagged wood pressing and rubbing
against my skin)
how deeply human memory
seeps into cinder,
how much of the burnt ash of me
would be venerated years later, long
after my obsequious soul rejoiced in
sharing its essence with vapor,
its new existential permanence, as the
arc and curve of my smoke, my incense,
speaks to my mother and father in hues
of black and grey,
my flesh making its last attempts
to contact kin from the world beyond.
I wonder too, afterwards, if Dad
will be too overcome with hysteria,
if in crazed frenetic panic,
adlibbing pious madness and mourning
in parallel,
that he will forget douse the fire of me,
if on his way down this somber
slope he will slide and come near to
slipping from a ledge. I hope not. I hope
he is too daedal for that,
angst of Abimelech and
corresponding anger of my Mom. Or
maybe, even, this day is fated, catalyzed
by some cosmic reciprocal wrath,
that amidst my screaming a syzygy
will arrest the sky
momentarily draping my family in
darkness to convict them their flawed
ways, rage of Ishmael,
or perhaps even the indignant
ghosts of Sodom making their presence
known?    
As a child I was touted to those
around me as positive proof of God’s
promise, angelic blessing fleshed
and birthed from a closed womb
against improbable odds. Who knows?
Maybe all along God’s cryptic promise
to benefit the world through me
was that someone’s *Chosen, lionized,
son would end up dying
a baseless, cruelly confusing, senseless
and benighted death.



-----Genesis 22:1-14
After these things, God tempted Abraham, and said to him: Abraham, Abraham. And he answered: Here I am. He said to him: Take thy only begotten son Isaac, whom thou lovest, and go into the land of vision: and there thou shalt offer him for an holocaust upon one of the mountains which I will shew thee. So Abraham rising up in the night, saddled his ass: and took with him two young men, and Isaac his son: and when he had cut wood for the holocaust he went his way to the place which God had commanded him. And on the third day, lifting up his eyes, he saw the place afar off. And he said to his young men: Stay you here with the ass: I and the boy will go with speed as far as yonder, and after we have worshipped, will return to you. And he took the wood for the holocaust, and laid it upon Isaac his son: and he himself carried in his hands fire and a sword. And as they two went on together, Isaac said to his father: My father. And he answered: What wilt thou, son? Behold, saith he, fire and wood: where is the victim for the holocaust? And Abraham said: God will provide himself a victim for an holocaust, my son. So they went on together. And they came to the place which God had shewn him, where he built an altar, and laid the wood in order upon it: and when he had bound Isaac his son, he laid him on the altar upon the pile of wood. And he put forth his hand and took the sword, to sacrifice his son. And behold an angel of the Lord from heaven called to him, saying: Abraham, Abraham. And he answered: Here I am. And he said to him: Lay not thy hand upon the boy, neither do thou any thing to him: now I know that thou fearest God, and hast not spared thy only begotten son for my sake. Abraham lifted up his eyes, and saw behind his back a ram amongst the briers sticking fast by the horns, which he took and offered for a holocaust instead of his son. And he called the name of that place, The Lord seeth. Whereupon even to this day it is said: In the mountain the Lord will see.