Blank Space #TaylorDateTony

* Jesus pray for me
* Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony

+-----Blank Space

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

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

Power

* Jesus pray for me
* Saint Luke pray for me

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

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

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

Your Centurion Of Love #TaylorDateTony

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


+-----Your Centurion Of Love

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


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


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

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

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

I'm falling in love again

Church Of Sardis Church Of America #EMORevelations Chapter 3

* Jesus pray for me
* Saint John pray

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

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



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

The Top Of The Sycamore; Zacchaeus' Song

* Jesus pray for me
* Zacchaeus pray for me

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

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


(For His victory)

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

The High Fever Of Not Having You #SelenaHealTony

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


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

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


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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Sweet Zipporah #TonyandHolly #wcw

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

+-----My Sweet Zipporah

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A King's Contrivance #IamKingDavid

* Jesus pray for me
* David, pray for me

+-----A King’s Contrivance; David’s Speech to Joab
Before Mandating a Census #IamKingDavid

At night I sometimes
see myself in shadows, a specter
cast by flickering candles adorning
the throne. Often Im stumbling over
my own scepter,
staggering down back corridors
speechless, seeking fountain
solace, dire baptism, to
join the other souls of kings
overcome with insecurities,
soft somber patter of synchronized
marching. Its episodic, in other visions
before I reach the archway
of the bereft of hope, I press my left
shoulder against my bronze bust,
my enfeebled body leaning against
the people’s projection of a man
intact, gasping for breath, haunted
by recurrent whispers of Satan
tempting me, “renounce your faith…”
I fear that the crown will shatter
forever
with a panted slip, that the tilt of my bowed
and aggrieved head will send bombastic
echoes  of jewels ricocheting, followed by
torches and arrows of Philistines
burning down the castle walls.
And my concubines are aghast
because I won’t eat anymore, all meat
is tasteless, no matter the grape or the
vine all is bitter revelry on the tongue,
Jerusalem has the blandest
of wines. I don’t kiss my wives. I sleep
alone. All in my house unite in mockery:
“David, King of Hollowed Hearts,” and I
partly believe it now. Joab! I want all
my troops accounted for and all Israel’s
denizen’s tallied, from now on
my strength  and confidence will be
in large numbers,
no longer in the paranoia of blind trust
in a God I can't see….




----1 Chronicles 21; 2 Samuel 24:1-17
And Satan stood up against Israel, and provoked David to number Israel. And David said to Joab and to the rulers of the people, Go, number Israel from Beersheba even to Dan; and bring the number of them to me, that I may know it. And Joab answered, The Lord make his people an hundred times so many more as they be: but, my lord the king, are they not all my lord's servants? why then doth my lord require this thing? why will he be a cause of trespass to Israel? Nevertheless the king's word prevailed against Joab. Wherefore Joab departed, and went throughout all Israel, and came to Jerusalem. And Joab gave the sum of the number of the people unto David. And all they of Israel were a thousand thousand and an hundred thousand men that drew sword: and Judah was four hundred threescore and ten thousand men that drew sword. But Levi and Benjamin counted he not among them: for the king's word was abominable to Joab. And God was displeased with this thing; therefore he smote Israel. And David said unto God, I have sinned greatly, because I have done this thing: but now, I beseech thee, do away the iniquity of thy servant; for I have done very foolishly. And the Lord spake unto Gad, David's seer, saying, Go and tell David, saying, Thus saith the Lord, I offer thee three things: choose thee one of them, that I may do it unto thee. So Gad came to David, and said unto him, Thus saith the Lord, Choose thee Either three years' famine; or three months to be destroyed before thy foes, while that the sword of thine enemies overtaketh thee; or else three days the sword of the Lord, even the pestilence, in the land, and the angel of the Lord destroying throughout all the coasts of Israel. Now therefore advise thyself what word I shall bring again to him that sent me. And David said unto Gad, I am in a great strait: let me fall now into the hand of the Lord; for very great are his mercies: but let me not fall into the hand of man. So the Lord sent pestilence upon Israel: and there fell of Israel seventy thousand men. And God sent an angel unto Jerusalem to destroy it: and as he was destroying, the Lord beheld, and he repented him of the evil, and said to the angel that destroyed, It is enough, stay now thine hand. And the angel of the Lord stood by the threshingfloor of Ornan the Jebusite. And David lifted up his eyes, and saw the angel of the Lord stand between the earth and the heaven, having a drawn sword in his hand stretched out over Jerusalem. Then David and the elders of Israel, who were clothed in sackcloth, fell upon their faces. And David said unto God, Is it not I that commanded the people to be numbered? even I it is that have sinned and done evil indeed; but as for these sheep, what have they done? let thine hand, I pray thee, O Lord my God, be on me, and on my father's house; but not on thy people, that they should be plagued. Then the angel of the Lord commanded Gad to say to David, that David should go up, and set up an altar unto the Lord in the threshingfloor of Ornan the Jebusite. And David went up at the saying of Gad, which he spake in the name of the Lord. And Ornan turned back, and saw the angel; and his four sons with him hid themselves. Now Ornan was threshing wheat. And as David came to Ornan, Ornan looked and saw David, and went out of the threshingfloor, and bowed himself to David with his face to the ground. Then David said to Ornan, Grant me the place of this threshingfloor, that I may build an altar therein unto the Lord: thou shalt grant it me for the full price: that the plague may be stayed from the people. And Ornan said unto David, Take it to thee, and let my lord the king do that which is good in his eyes: lo, I give thee the oxen also for burnt offerings, and the threshing instruments for wood, and the wheat for the meat offering; I give it all. And king David said to Ornan, Nay; but I will verily buy it for the full price: for I will not take that which is thine for the Lord, nor offer burnt offerings without cost. So David gave to Ornan for the place six hundred shekels of gold by weight. And David built there an altar unto the Lord, and offered burnt offerings and peace offerings, and called upon the Lord; and he answered him from heaven by fire upon the altar of burnt offering. And the Lord commanded the angel; and he put up his sword again into the sheath thereof. At that time when David saw that the Lord had answered him in the threshingfloor of Ornan the Jebusite, then he sacrificed there. For the tabernacle of the Lord, which Moses made in the wilderness, and the altar of the burnt offering, were at that season in the high place at Gibeon. But David could not go before it to enquire of God: for he was afraid because of the sword of the angel of the Lord.; And again the anger of the Lord was kindled against Israel, and he moved David against them to say, Go, number Israel and Judah. For the king said to Joab the captain of the host, which was with him, Go now through all the tribes of Israel, from Dan even to Beersheba, and number ye the people, that I may know the number of the people. And Joab said unto the king, Now the Lord thy God add unto the people, how many soever they be, an hundredfold, and that the eyes of my lord the king may see it: but why doth my lord the king delight in this thing? Notwithstanding the king's word prevailed against Joab, and against the captains of the host. And Joab and the captains of the host went out from the presence of the king, to number the people of Israel. And they passed over Jordan, and pitched in Aroer, on the right side of the city that lieth in the midst of the river of Gad, and toward Jazer: Then they came to Gilead, and to the land of Tahtimhodshi; and they came to Danjaan, and about to Zidon, And came to the strong hold of Tyre, and to all the cities of the Hivites, and of the Canaanites: and they went out to the south of Judah, even to Beersheba. So when they had gone through all the land, they came to Jerusalem at the end of nine months and twenty days. And Joab gave up the sum of the number of the people unto the king: and there were in Israel eight hundred thousand valiant men that drew the sword; and the men of Judah were five hundred thousand men. And David's heart smote him after that he had numbered the people. And David said unto the Lord, I have sinned greatly in that I have done: and now, I beseech thee, O Lord, take away the iniquity of thy servant; for I have done very foolishly. For when David was up in the morning, the word of the Lord came unto the prophet Gad, David's seer, saying, Go and say unto David, Thus saith the Lord, I offer thee three things; choose thee one of them, that I may do it unto thee. So Gad came to David, and told him, and said unto him, Shall seven years of famine come unto thee in thy land? or wilt thou flee three months before thine enemies, while they pursue thee? or that there be three days' pestilence in thy land? now advise, and see what answer I shall return to him that sent me. And David said unto Gad, I am in a great strait: let us fall now into the hand of the Lord; for his mercies are great: and let me not fall into the hand of man. So the Lord sent a pestilence upon Israel from the morning even to the time appointed: and there died of the people from Dan even to Beersheba seventy thousand men. And when the angel stretched out his hand upon Jerusalem to destroy it, the Lord repented him of the evil, and said to the angel that destroyed the people, It is enough: stay now thine hand. And the angel of the Lord was by the threshingplace of Araunah the Jebusite. And David spake unto the Lord when he saw the angel that smote the people, and said, Lo, I have sinned, and I have done wickedly: but these sheep, what have they done? let thine hand, I pray thee, be against me, and against my father's house.

You Bring Out The Moses In Me #GawdTonyLovesKendall

* Jesus pray for me
* Moses, pray for me
#GawdTonyLovesKendall

+-----You Bring Out The Moses In Me

Kendall there is chaos
at the base of the mountain,
the iniquities, failings of my
dating life are a people gone wild
disavowing all they know about romance,
worshiping instead a grand golden
bull of melancholy,
crazed/cynical revelries of the lonely.
After seeing you on the runway,
Keeping Up With The Kardashians,
I knew to climb to higher
ground, cleft of the highest rock
of physical passion, to seek better
women for myself, purer affection,
the girl who would understand
Oneness in Being and
Essence with True Love. Your beauty
is totally worth the risk of spiked
serrated sharp ridges of stone,
of the wild fanged beast of the winding
path of my own inner insecurities.
Oh baby, if only you would see my heart
as a blank tablet
split by dumb girls who rejected me,
two halves freshly hewn from what was
once whole, awaiting a new
law of deliverance to be transcribed, the
ten commandments of my soul
forever in your heavenly service.
To kiss your lips would be the first
and greatest commandment
of the new order, to dance with you
in the rain, sweeping aside your
luxuriant hair to stare into your
enchanting eyes….
the second. We can discuss the
remaining eight over coffee if you
wish, healing discourse on my need
for your intercession for my
raging emotions? For without you
by my side, Im forever wandering people
of moral decay getting worse and worse.
The thought of us together makes my face
shine bright as the sun, the effulgence of
your pretty face reflecting on mine, skin
of joy so radiant that it frightens the world.
My desire for you is so lustrous it must
be veiled.


----Exodus 34:29-35
And it came to pass, when Moses came down from mount Sinai with the two tables of testimony in Moses' hand, when he came down from the mount, that Moses wist not that the skin of his face shone while he talked with him. And when Aaron and all the children of Israel saw Moses, behold, the skin of his face shone; and they were afraid to come nigh him. And Moses called unto them; and Aaron and all the rulers of the congregation returned unto him: and Moses talked with them. And afterward all the children of Israel came nigh: and he gave them in commandment all that the Lord had spoken with him in mount Sinai. And till Moses had done speaking with them, he put a vail on his face. But when Moses went in before the Lord to speak with him, he took the vail off, until he came out. And he came out, and spake unto the children of Israel that which he was commanded. And the children of Israel saw the face of Moses, that the skin of Moses' face shone: and Moses put the vail upon his face again, until he went in to speak with him.

Flesh Of My Flesh, Bone Of Us Dating #TaylorDateTony

* Jesus pray for me
* Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony


+-----Flesh Of My Flesh, Bone Of Us Dating

Taylor my body is a garden,
incomplete, without you. I am a lone
soul abounding with trees and plants
stale in form and presentation
lacking substance, a desultory aggregation
of vegetation and dust. In my dreams I
can feel faint rustling of leaves within me
trying to anticipate fulfillment for
a dire need to be whole, the great
widening chasm of emptiness below my
psyche’s ground, past the deepest firmament
of lingering disappointment,
lonely screams reverberating from base
of earth. But
the varying, floundering, straggling
emotions that present themselves
to me, stumbling over twigs of desirability-
wild beasts howling with passion for poetry,
fish wading to me with fashionable ideas for
photoshoots, birds swooping down
with new ideas to adopt in dating’s broad
incomprehensible skies,
are animals unsuited to be helpmates;
They cant speak the language of romantic human spirit.
Oh baby, if only your blonde hair were a rib,
your luminous blue eyes like twinkling stars
lulling me to sleep, your affection a divine
voice pronouncing it is “not good
that the man should be alone.”
What I am trying to say is that I
lay here, on the eve of the sixth day,
implacably worn from long days of other
creature’s rejection
(i.e. the stupid girls and fruitless ideas
that have previously broken my heart),
begging in the
ineffable silence of desperate yearning
for your presence, deep sleep of
wishing you were mine, that you
would drink coffee with me.  I pine for
your heart enfleshed as my help-meet,
your sympathy would be like primordial
love I have always wanted, a spirit
hovering over a life
of us not dating as waters without
form and void,
darkness of despair over face of the deep
that needs immediate fixing.


----Genesis 2:16-25
  And the Lord God commanded the man, saying, Of every tree of the garden thou mayest freely eat: But of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat of it: for in the day that thou eatest thereof thou shalt surely die. And the Lord God said, It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him an help meet for him. And out of the ground the Lord God formed every beast of the field, and every fowl of the air; and brought them unto Adam to see what he would call them: and whatsoever Adam called every living creature, that was the name thereof. And Adam gave names to all cattle, and to the fowl of the air, and to every beast of the field; but for Adam there was not found an help meet for him. And the Lord God caused a deep sleep to fall upon Adam, and he slept: and he took one of his ribs, and closed up the flesh instead thereof; And the rib, which the Lord God had taken from man, made he a woman, and brought her unto the man. And Adam said, This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man. Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh. And they were both naked, the man and his wife, and were not ashamed.

The Emo Bible: Amos Chapter 6

* Jesus pray for me
* Amos, pray for me

+-----The Emo Bible: Amos Chapter 6

The sky has spoken, in
a downpour of ash rather than rain,
at night the strident thunderclap of
demons displacing soft
lulling winds/wings of the cherubs. It admonishes,
it chides in star-speak from black holes,
the harshest of terms. Proclaiming to us  
the judgement of God:
to carry a guilt laden conscience
as a coffin washed in tears,
like brittle bones of ten men dearly
cherished out of an empty house. To plod
towards Virtue in solemn procession
as to a demigod, its raging retributive
fires uneasily quelled,
appeasing its vehement demands
for eternal vivification, charging
that purging pyres of the damned beneath
it be restocked continuously. And this ‘till
we reckon with fate and repent
in isolation
like those forsaken,
black Eden, Adam and Eve ducking
to evade the sweeping swing
of the angel’s sword that burns,
oscillating leaves from the Tree of Life
shouting from behind (“Is there yet any
with thee?”). They, like our neighbors aghast
ask
if any others bear this same curse of
sudden mortality, concerned
that we have none to comfort us.
“Shhhhh!!!,” “No” we say, “and
please don’t
attempt to console us,”
for we will never again mention
God’s Name.
(Lunar eclipse of the hopeless.)


----Amos 6:9-10
And it shall come to pass, if there remain ten men in one house, that they shall die. And a man's uncle shall take him up, and he that burneth him, to bring out the bones out of the house, and shall say unto him that is by the sides of the house, Is there yet any with thee? and he shall say, No. Then shall he say, Hold thy tongue: for we may not make mention of the name of the Lord.

On November 8th, 2015 Agag's Defeat #HTTR #TonyDoesLikeThat #KirkisSamuel

* Jesus pray for me
* Samuel pray for me
* dedicated to Kirk Cousins #httr
#KirkisSamuel #TonyDoesLikeThat


+-----On November 8th, 2015, Agag's Defeat

Kirk Cousins, got daggit! in comparison
to you and the Redskins,
all are Saul disgraced, derelict King
with cracked crown, spurned by God.
Every week there is but one league
objective, one categorical imperative
issued forth from provenance
divine, a sovereign pronouncement
for the world’s greatest good: “Go and
utterly destroy the Patriots the Amalekites,”
ruthlessly sacking Tom Brady, spiritedly
bashing Gronk, aggrieving coach
Belichick until they be consumed. Yet
no team has been gallant enough
to encamp against them, to blow
bull horn loudly enough
to inspire truculent clamoring of defense,
or mount deft invasions of offense
with stout, impregnable smash-mouthed
runs to set them back on their heels.
This rebellion is as the sin of witchcraft,
this stubbornness is as
iniquity and idolatry. So it is
commendable for us to lament,
to rend garment of conscience
and despise inept kingships,
to implore the wisdom of angels and God,
raising swords of our conviction and
pious disgust in the face of sacrilege,
for the NFL is holy ground. Kirk, rise
up and strip authority from these 30 anointed
yet failing
teams as rightful prophet, priest, king
for they have lost favor with the fans,
the raucous jeering of cosmic rejection.
In stern defiance insist to Tom
that the bitterness of death has NOT past,
that you and Jay Gruden will never shy away
from harrowing theaters of war on the
gridiron, nor be swayed by
cries of the Patriot’s undefeated
record, Agag, begging for it’s life,
a disheveled, pathetic Amelekite lord.
On Sunday, show the world
the severed head of the pagan…
the New England Patriot’s record
evincing its first loss, a smug grin
on your face murmuring
“Hail to the Redskins…forever”
under your breath.

HAIL TO THE REDSKINS BABY!!!! #WOOOOOO!!!! THE REDSKINS WILL BEAT THE PATRIOTS THIS SUNDAY YALL!!! MARK.MY.WORDS!!!! #WOOOOOOOO IM SHAKING IM SO EXCITED!!! #WOOOOOOO!!! LETS GO BABY LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 

----1 Samuel 15:16-35
Then Samuel said unto Saul, Stay, and I will tell thee what the Lord hath said to me this night. And he said unto him, Say on. And Samuel said, When thou wast little in thine own sight, wast thou not made the head of the tribes of Israel, and the Lord anointed thee king over Israel? And the Lord sent thee on a journey, and said, Go and utterly destroy the sinners the Amalekites, and fight against them until they be consumed. Wherefore then didst thou not obey the voice of the Lord, but didst fly upon the spoil, and didst evil in the sight of the Lord? And Saul said unto Samuel, Yea, I have obeyed the voice of the Lord, and have gone the way which the Lord sent me, and have brought Agag the king of Amalek, and have utterly destroyed the Amalekites. But the people took of the spoil, sheep and oxen, the chief of the things which should have been utterly destroyed, to sacrifice unto the Lord thy God in Gilgal. And Samuel said, Hath the Lord as great delight in burnt offerings and sacrifices, as in obeying the voice of the Lord? Behold, to obey is better than sacrifice, and to hearken than the fat of rams. For rebellion is as the sin of witchcraft, and stubbornness is as iniquity and idolatry. Because thou hast rejected the word of the Lord, he hath also rejected thee from being king. And Saul said unto Samuel, I have sinned: for I have transgressed the commandment of the Lord, and thy words: because I feared the people, and obeyed their voice. Now therefore, I pray thee, pardon my sin, and turn again with me, that I may worship the Lord. And Samuel said unto Saul, I will not return with thee: for thou hast rejected the word of the Lord, and the Lord hath rejected thee from being king over Israel. And as Samuel turned about to go away, he laid hold upon the skirt of his mantle, and it rent. And Samuel said unto him, The Lord hath rent the kingdom of Israel from thee this day, and hath given it to a neighbour of thine, that is better than thou. And also the Strength of Israel will not lie nor repent: for he is not a man, that he should repent. Then he said, I have sinned: yet honour me now, I pray thee, before the elders of my people, and before Israel, and turn again with me, that I may worship the Lord thy God. So Samuel turned again after Saul; and Saul worshipped the Lord. Then said Samuel, Bring ye hither to me Agag the king of the Amalekites. And Agag came unto him delicately. And Agag said, Surely the bitterness of death is past. And Samuel said, As thy sword hath made women childless, so shall thy mother be childless among women. And Samuel hewed Agag in pieces before the Lord in Gilgal. Then Samuel went to Ramah; and Saul went up to his house to Gibeah of Saul. And Samuel came no more to see Saul until the day of his death: nevertheless Samuel mourned for Saul: and the Lord repented that he had made Saul king over Israel.

Our Love, A Serpent Of Bronze #TaylorDateTony

* Jesus pray for me
* Moses pray for me
* dedicated to #TaylorDateTony
* dedicated to Wale, The Girls on Drugs
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MhHoJX8oIDA

Oh Taylor, "Do you know what type of women I've been dealing with?" (Sheesh!)


+-----Our Love, A Serpent Of Bronze

Taylor, my soul ultimately loathes this
light bread of forever being alone,
of watching movies alone, of sipping
lukewarm coffee alone….it feels like Im
famishing, decaying
in the desert after an excruciatingly
arduous and vain search for
lush and verdant Promised Lands of
romantic fulfillment. Will you please
have mercy on my singleness, a
lifeless corpus blistering in
the sadistic sun of girls’ denials
to date me, my skin scalding atop
white-hot sands of melancholy?
The stoic malice of all the
speckled, sinuous
reptilian girls Ive ever loved who
never loved me back is a fiery
serpent of betrayal, I hear
the fork tongued hissing, the
twining of insipid formulation of
inimical excuses,
anything to help scales of scorn
blithely slither across the
barren expanse of my hopelessness
to another man deemed worthier
than me, undulating
away from my pain in a full serpentine
glide, fake smiles with fangs of venom
that prick then puncture
and leave permanent scarring.
Oh baby, wont you stand directly
above my supine remains,
shivering and convulsing before
imminent death, your
body five feet ten inches
of blessed brass? If I look directly
into your blue eyes, diamonds
from the trim of an angel’s robe
in heaven, if I imagine a soft kiss
from your supple lips like
divine balm to help me convalesce,
I know I shall live.
Oh if you would raise the
possibility of dating me, an exalted
relic elevated to the sky, salvation
on a pole,
I swear it would make me healthy,
happy, finally free.  

(Love to counteract hate, serpent to serpent, an antidote to my heartache)


[OH T AYLOR, I KNOW YOURE ABOUT TO MARRY CALVIN HARRIS, BUT WONT YOU PEASE… JUST ONCE….TAKE ME TO STARBUCKS… AND DATE ME?...HECK YOU CAN EVEN TELL  CALVIN TO THROW ICED GREEN TEA ON ME AND  WE’LL CALL IT EVEN!!!! WOOOOOO!!!! #TAYLORDATETONY]

----Numbers 21:5-9
And the people spake against God, and against Moses, Wherefore have ye brought us up out of Egypt to die in the wilderness? for there is no bread, neither is there any water; and our soul loatheth this light bread. And the Lord sent fiery serpents among the people, and they bit the people; and much people of Israel died. Therefore the people came to Moses, and said, We have sinned, for we have spoken against the Lord, and against thee; pray unto the Lord, that he take away the serpents from us. And Moses prayed for the people. And the Lord said unto Moses, Make thee a fiery serpent, and set it upon a pole: and it shall come to pass, that every one that is bitten, when he looketh upon it, shall live. And Moses made a serpent of brass, and put it upon a pole, and it came to pass, that if a serpent had bitten any man, when he beheld the serpent of brass, he lived.


----The Girls On Drugs Lyrics
Hey! Happy Festivus everyone!

I promise you ain't never really freak out until you be out at freak hours and see each and every freak out from free couch to free couch

[Chorus x4:]
We go deep and we don't get no sleep
Cause we be up all night until the early light

Man these n* ain't serious
Do you know what type of women I've been dealing with?
I used to pop blues with my lil' b*
I call her boo cuz her real one I will forget
I use a Uber to scoop me to SLS
What you expect, a little groupie to see my crib?
Oh no, these n* ain't serious
Do you know what type of b* I've been dealing with?
Try to tell me adderall make her get a rush
Used to use it to study until she fell in love
Told me that lil buzz make her think a lot
Told her "Nah you lying, cuz you don't eat enough"
Nah Nah Nah
These women ain't serious
She sprinkled a little something up in her lip
Start sipping and now she sweating, her lips clenched
Kind of dizzy, her friends tell her to get a grip
I'm trying to get me a real woman to take out
But for now, they're wild
They rather get it in

[Hook:]
Girls on drugs
Girls on drugs
Girls on drugs
Pills and such when them beers ain't enough
They still need love

[Chorus x2]

In her purse where her hand go
She disperse by the handful
Coco make her go up
Nothing popping, pop a zan when she laying low
Bars to break, so many bars to break
She at the Grammy's turnt, none of the stars is fake
She like "Oh my G*d

, I'm on the moon and s*"
And my particular moon like a platoon and s*
You know the n* I be dealing with
Politicians and n* living it on the rip
And my position to give this s* to little kids
Is not official unless I'm giving them authentic
We're all living with small demons
We're all sinning, it's all similar
Broads with us and they bong hitting
Let me tell you about the b* I've been chilling with
The really insecure ones look good as s*
Nothing fill the void of a little pill
A little shot, she ain't shy when the s* spill
And it's hard to feel alive when you're feeling dead inside
Beside that the lime light be so real
Let me tell you about the b* that I kick it with
Told me nobody love her so she cut her wrist
Not enough for the hospital but cut it close
That's why she want to get high because she's feeling low
Told me pour me a vodka pill and little smoke
So I could numb her insides and we will never know


[Hook]

City Of Angels (Black Earth) #IamSaintPaul

* Jesus pray for me
* Paul pray for me
#IamSaintPaul

“…For I am in a strait betwixt two…”

+-----City Of Angels; Saint Paul's Longing

I cant sleep, at the onset of my
dreams my arms erratically extend
to the ceiling, the body trying to
disentangle itself from spirit,
my skin cold and stiffened,
fingers twitching as if already dead.
In the chaos,
as always, I spasmodically fling
covers and pillow to the floor, only
a portion of the cover dangles
from the edge of my bed, wool
mediator between the worlds,
one Sidereal and one Empyrean,
relic of my ascension.  
I keep trying to remember the face of
the angel, it is he that I wish
to touch, I want my fingers to
judge the credulity of experience
by tracing his lips when he speaks,
whether material or immaterial,
corporeal or celestial. I cant discern
the language, but when I wake
soft echoes reverberate
off the walls, the air filled with his
enchanted whispering:
“Friend, promise me you
will come back soon.” And no
matter what therapies I chase,
I cannot unsee the things
Ive seen or unhear what Ive heard.
Im like a ghost in the shell,
a hollow vitreous body unveiling
to the world a flaming heart,
black smoke of passion and
unfulfilled longing billowing
from my nose and eyes
like a stench, like chronic coughing
to those who question my beliefs
and gossip whether I am human,
if I want to continue living on
earth with other humans content
with the way things are. But how
can I preach anything other than
discord, now with this ineffable
heft of a broken conscience?
Everything pales in comparison,
all things I had are dung
contrasted with the Glory of Christ Ive
tasted - a man whose flesh
has grazed against spirit
will never be the same
will never be the same
will never be the same. No I don’t
want Jews to be “happy” Jews or
Gentiles to be “happy” Gentiles anymore,
I want everyone crucified in Christ so
our coterie can depart for
hinterlands already visited–
the New Heaven already descended
to a New Earth,
the city of angels and men and God
together.



-----Philippians 1:20-23; 2 Corinthians 5:1-11; 2 Timothy 4:6-8; 2 Corinthians 12:2-4
According to my earnest expectation and my hope, that in nothing I shall be ashamed, but that with all boldness, as always, so now also Christ shall be magnified in my body, whether it be by life, or by death. For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain. But if I live in the flesh, this is the fruit of my labour: yet what I shall choose I wot not. For I am in a strait betwixt two, having a desire to depart, and to be with Christ; which is far better: Nevertheless to abide in the flesh is more needful for you. And having this confidence, I know that I shall abide and continue with you all for your furtherance and joy of faith; For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. For in this we groan, earnestly desiring to be clothed upon with our house which is from heaven: If so be that being clothed we shall not be found naked. For we that are in this tabernacle do groan, being burdened: not for that we would be unclothed, but clothed upon, that mortality might be swallowed up of life. Now he that hath wrought us for the selfsame thing is God, who also hath given unto us the earnest of the Spirit. Therefore we are always confident, knowing that, whilst we are at home in the body, we are absent from the Lord: (For we walk by faith, not by sight:) We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord. Wherefore we labour, that, whether present or absent, we may be accepted of him. For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ; that every one may receive the things done in his body, according to that he hath done, whether it be good or bad. Knowing therefore the terror of the Lord, we persuade men; but we are made manifest unto God; and I trust also are made manifest in your consciences; For I am now ready to be offered, and the time of my departure is at hand. I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith: Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, shall give me at that day: and not to me only, but unto all them also that love his appearing; I knew a man in Christ above fourteen years ago, (whether in the body, I cannot tell; or whether out of the body, I cannot tell: God knoweth;) such an one caught up to the third heaven. And I knew such a man, (whether in the body, or out of the body, I cannot tell: God knoweth;) How that he was caught up into paradise, and heard unspeakable words, which it is not lawful for a man to utter.

Steph In The Promised Land #IamBardCurry

* Jesus, pray for me
* Moses, pray for me
* dedicated to Stephen Curry
#thejesusmetaphorandSteph #IamBardCurry


+-----Steph In The Promised Land; The Enemy Discomfited

Steph, every night you stand
opposite savage nemeses obstructing
your passage to the promised land (the
lush and verdant country of NBA
champions flowing with milk, honey
and pomegranates of lionization
from media and fans). Tall and churlish
warriors flaunting ghastly tattoos on
their skin wield flails of defensive
shot blocking, axes of hard fouls,
iron shortswords of double teams,
and longbows of the full court press
against you, mounting an insidious campaign
to validate the slanderous scouting
reports, proxies of Pharaoh
haunting you
from your pre-NBA career, panicked
wailing of jealous horses and men
drowning on the other side of the Red Sea,
the philosophy of plagued Egyptians
now deceased. Tip-off is when the
battle begins in earnest, when
hardwood courts become the vast and
barren plains of Rephidim, the referee’s
whistle like a horn sounding
the charge inciting cavalry
to lust for blood, standing on two feet
at the smell of victory. But you are always
fearless, an inimitable warrior with
a sleight of hand divinely bequeathed,
handling the basketball like a rod
of God in your hands. Your raised arms
are a rallying cry for the rest of the team,
your three pointers
javelins thrust in Western Conference
team records, battering rams waylaying
fortified walls of playoff ambitions of
those teams in the brittle
infantries of the Eastern Conference.
As long as you have the support of
Klay Thompson and Draymond Green,
Aaron and Hur spreading the floor
so that your arms don’t go numb,
the Golden State Warriors will prevail
and enter Canaan.  Tears of your frustrated
opponents will fall to the ground,
the bodies of Amelekites in chariots
stricken by arrows
strewn on dirt of humiliation
at the going down of the sun.


-----Exodus 17:8-16
Then came Amalek, and fought with Israel in Rephidim.
And Moses said unto Joshua, Choose us out men, and go out, fight with Amalek: to morrow I will stand on the top of the hill with the rod of God in mine hand. So Joshua did as Moses had said to him, and fought with Amalek: and Moses, Aaron, and Hur went up to the top of the hill. And it came to pass, when Moses held up his hand, that Israel prevailed: and when he let down his hand, Amalek prevailed. But Moses hands were heavy; and they took a stone, and put it under him, and he sat thereon; and Aaron and Hur stayed up his hands, the one on the one side, and the other on the other side; and his hands were steady until the going down of the sun. And Joshua discomfited Amalek and his people with the edge of the sword. And the Lord said unto Moses, Write this for a memorial in a book, and rehearse it in the ears of Joshua: for I will utterly put out the remembrance of Amalek from under heaven. And Moses built an altar, and called the name of it Jehovahnissi: For he said, Because the Lord hath sworn that the Lord will have war with Amalek from generation to generation