Bread Of Beelzebub (Of Man) #IHadABeerWithSatan

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#IHadABeerWithSatan (Part 6)

[The setting: A nondescript, seedy bar in an immoral district of Baltimore city. Inside the stools are of rotted wood, the bar table is sullied with dried vomit, broken glass and splashes of spilled beer long since disregarded. The drug dealer moonshining as bartender casts a scornful glance at Tony as he and Satan come and sit before him.]

+----Bread Of Beelzebub (Of Man)

[Satan swills his beer]
Tony what are these stones
strewn across your wilderness of
longing? What is a wife? What is
money and the desire for children
if not leaven
and yeast and flour of your own
latent effort petrified and turned
into rock? One day I want you to
wake from your sleep, in the frantic
morning after 40 days and nights
of restless writhing, and begin
prodding your psyche, even if in
just vain rhetoric: “Why oh my soul…
are you bereft of bread?"
"Why when surveying the terrain
of memory, dismissing the shrubs
and wild beasts of nagging fear and
prowling insecurity, a deluded son of
a carpenter full of megalomania
and interpreting everything through
the prism of an Egyptian-esque
Virgin Birth ethos, am I famished
like a pitiable human who should
be divine?” Ask yourself can these
weighty stones morph into dough,
why are these stones not bread?
Again ask yourself, “Why, if indeed
I am a son of God, am I hungry
for these good things?”

Because there is no God. No father above
who doles out wheat and rye and salt.
In this world we have to gather and
knead all alone. In the face of
the impossible odds, stones scattered in
the dirt at our feet, we have to
make our own food.



-----------------Matthew 4:1-11
Then Jesus was led by the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted by the devil. After fasting forty days and forty nights, he was hungry. The tempter came to him and said, “If you are the Son of God, tell these stones to become bread.” Jesus answered, “It is written: ‘Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God. Then the devil took him to the holy city and had him stand on the highest point of the temple. “If you are the Son of God,” he said, “throw yourself down. For it is written:
“‘He will command his angels concerning you,
    and they will lift you up in their hands,
    so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.’”Jesus answered him, “It is also written: ‘Do not put the Lord your God to the test.’” Again, the devil took him to a very high mountain and showed him all the kingdoms of the world and their splendor. “All this I will give you,” he said, “if you will bow down and worship me.” Jesus said to him, “Away from me, Satan! For it is written: ‘Worship the Lord your God, and serve him only.’” Then the devil left him, and angels came and attended him.

My Angel In The Mount Of Olives

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* Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony
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+----My Angel In The Mount Of Olives

Taylor, life without love
is a remote garden ensconced
on the side of a mountain, facing east,
barely visible in the pitch black almost
starless night of agonizing
loneliness before barbaric time soldiers
of Pharisees come seeking death
of romance by crucifixion at dawn.
My grief laden heart often retreats here, deceit
of the poppies, as a man fallen prostrate
atop a huge stone, one who wishes so much to
save himself from his cruel fate. My sweat
becoming blood; The faith, hope, and joy
I barely retain are feckless disciples seduced
by sleep in my hour of need. Oh that this bitter
lovelorn cup of singleness, filled to the brim
with bitter memories of female denial might pass
from my soul’s lips to another! Rejection by
girls feels like this weed slowly, quietly enfolding
itself about my neck, emotional noose.
And drinking coffee alone all the time is
like sharp pieces of olive bark that jut out
unexpectedly, abrading skin of my
self confidence as Im stumbling to find my way
to tomorrow (amid Satanic whispers of giving
in to despair). Oh baby, wont you be an
angel and date me? Your blue eyes and blonde
hair would be celestial language that heralds
peace amid my chaos. Your kiss is
the warm glow of angelic charm that would
strengthen me, halo of dignity at rest above me.

-----------------Luke 22:39-44
Jesus went out as usual to the Mount of Olives, and his disciples followed him. On reaching the place, he said to them, “Pray that you will not fall into temptation.” He withdrew about a stone’s throw beyond them, knelt down and prayed, “Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me; yet not my will, but yours be done.” An angel from heaven appeared to him and strengthened him. And being in anguish, he prayed more earnestly, and his sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground.

The Sword That Always Devours #MarchForLife

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#MarchForLife

+-----The Sword That Always Devours; Herod's Thoughts Before Slaughtering The Innocent

At my coronation I married the sword,
ceremonial bonds
of flesh and metal officiated by
Caesar, two souls so entwined
that we exchanged bodies,
the man became steel, cold, lifeless,
inanimate, unfeeling…and
my blade for the first time felt passion,
real blood pulsing from its hilt.
And so I know now the only love
language of Roman weaponry is death,
its poetry sung in wanton human
screaming, its stories written with
exquisite quills on skin parchments
(that never suffice in
width or length or volume, for cruelty
is wordy, garrulous; waxing on and on
about the sacred silence of enemies
deceased). As such Im only concerned
with the present, for when I can
no longer kill, I am no longer fit to live
or reign. My sole and simple legacy
is the conquest of men and lands,
my only joy is to rip beating hearts
from the warm chest caverns of all
who dare oppose me, Mars forever
raging against memories of the Greeks.
So I damn, gladly, any in future
generations who try rising as “Savior”
to the peoples to try and usurp my rule.
My cutlass as a mother, my sweet
ghost bride, it will succor dead children.
I Herod, alone, omnipotently adjudicate
life. I will stand atop bisected babies as
means to an end; and as their cowardly
spirits flee my terror, stare apathetically.



-----Matthew 2:16-18
Then Herod, when he saw that he was deceived by the wise men, was exceedingly angry; and he sent forth and put to death all the male children who were in Bethlehem and in all its districts, from two years old and under, according to the time which he had determined from the wise men. Then was fulfilled what was spoken by Jeremiah the prophet, saying:
“A voice was heard in Ramah,
Lamentation, weeping, and great mourning,
Rachel weeping for her children,
Refusing to be comforted,
Because they are no more.”

Prophecies That Precede The Womb #MarchForLife

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* All aborted babies pray for me

+----Prophecies That Precede The Womb; Jeremiah's Thoughts On Being Chosen, Before His Birth, To Prophesy About Babylon

Im tremulous, when I walk
to the market stray manacles,
translucent,
waft before my eyes. And after
the commerce while traversing the
town square, I begin hallucinating
about women
and children as kin to iron, generations
fathered by a common chain,
shackles choking their necks as theyre
jerked past Our Temple razed, stumbling,
black smoke rising from hollowed out eyes.
And what should I make of it all,
these horrifying visions?
Back home I do feel guilty if I eat
alone, the candle that flickers beneath
my tears my lone house guest, apart from
the woeful people who desperately need me,
who need moral reasoning when God
insists everyone is going violently mad in sinful
delusion. He tells me that in my absence
my nation will never recover
from the fated disconsolation
of Babylonian fire,
from the scars enemy swords will leave
on their skin and vexed sleeping. If I
was never born, He said, no one else would
have courage to prophesy a Messiah rising
from the peoples’ blood, joy veiled in
captive darkness, a future liberation soteriology.
This, the pained angst of a prophet predestined.

  -----------------Jeremiah 1:5
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,
    before you were born I set you apart;
    I appointed you as a prophet to the nations

Be Merciful To Me, A Woman Of Canaan #TaylorDateTony

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* Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony

+-----Be Merciful To Me, A Woman Of Canaan

Taylor, such is the fate of
the lonely, I wander and fret
over my heart’s welfare
like a Canaanite woman, crestfallen
that it has come to this. You know,
in times like these I fancy myself a mother,
I clutch myself as though I hold dying
love in the womb, within my thoracic
cavity the throbbing pulse of a demon
possessed child convulsing
and foaming at the mouth like a daughter
suffering terribly of Satanic wounds
of dating rejection, my pained tears
as oozing scabs on her
body that will only fester if left untreated.
Even worse I cant sleep anymore because
my thoughts are like a broken home,
at night all I hear is guttural growling
of the unmarried damned in my head
pleading for Mom to help. And
I know its undignified to beg you for
a date, for Im not of celebrity ilk with the
pure blood of Hebrews in Galilee. Im a
commoner of mixed sacrilegious blood
of stalkers and loons, a Hollywood outsider
skulking in Californian alleys rubbing
crazed feral dogs for emotional support not
fit to sit at table. But babes, even
non celebs sometimes eat of your charm,
your blonde hair, blue eyes and the delightful
pitch of your voice like kosher food that
feeds romance. You see,
even we partake of who you are, albeit
from afar on TV screens and Google Play,
pieces of you fallen on the floor like scraps
for pets, Im sure, relative to being in your
true presence - A most coveted chair at
dinner. Oh Taylor, just go to coffee with me,
kiss me! My family would be finally be
healthy and whole. Then I could go back
to Canaan in peace. Forever smiling.  


-----Matthew 15:22-28
A Canaanite woman from that vicinity came to him, crying out, “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on me! My daughter is demon-possessed and suffering terribly.” Jesus did not answer a word. So his disciples came to him and urged him, “Send her away, for she keeps crying out after us.”  He answered, “I was sent only to the lost sheep of Israel.” The woman came and knelt before him. “Lord, help me!” she said. He replied, “It is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs.” “Yes it is, Lord,” she said. “Even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their master’s table.” Then Jesus said to her, “Woman, you have great faith! Your request is granted.” And her daughter was healed at that moment.

Loving You Is Like Wine #FLOTUS #TonyLovesTheFirstLady

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* Dedicated to Michelle Obama
#TonyLovesTheFirstLady #FLOTUS  (Sorry Barack!!!!)

+-----Loving You Is Like Wine

Michelle, when I look into
your eyes I see my desired
tomorrow, I don’t see bland
water, I see wine so sweet I
can almost taste it. My
whole life thus far has
been the anticipation of a
grand wedding feast, my
lonely heart waiting to be sated,
a bride and bridegroom
on the verge of drunken revelry
but running short on prepped
grapes in a winepress. (My
attempts at romance a complete
failure, grapes the servants have
on hand but sadly haven’t yet fermented).
Oh babes, wont you be a little
impatient with the tired pace
of my dating… by the privilege
of your passionate position speedily call
forth the divine? [Even if the timing
feels rushed.] Your smooth cocoa skin,
your soft lips a sublime solicitous yet
powerfully subtle and mesmeric command
to the world around us: “[Tony has]
no more wine.” If you’d only kiss me
I swear the joy in my soul would effervesce,
6 stone jars filled with river water
for banal use would miraculously turn
into the most savory libations
of amorous affection. It has seemed like
forever, but now that I’ve fallen for you,
I realize Love
has saved the best girl for me
till now.       (Your smile is my intoxication)

-----John 2:1-11
On the third day a wedding took place at Cana in Galilee. Jesus’ mother was there, and Jesus and his disciples had also been invited to the wedding. When the wine was gone, Jesus’ mother said to him, “They have no more wine.” “Woman, why do you involve me?” Jesus replied. “My hour has not yet come.” His mother said to the servants, “Do whatever he tells you.” Nearby stood six stone water jars, the kind used by the Jews for ceremonial washing, each holding from twenty to thirty gallons. Jesus said to the servants, “Fill the jars with water”; so they filled them to the brim. Then he told them, “Now draw some out and take it to the master of the banquet.” They did so, and the master of the banquet tasted the water that had been turned into wine. He did not realize where it had come from, though the servants who had drawn the water knew. Then he called the bridegroom aside and said, “Everyone brings out the choice wine first and then the cheaper wine after the guests have had too much to drink; but you have saved the best till now.” What Jesus did here in Cana of Galilee was the first of the signs through which he revealed his glory; and his disciples believed in him.

A Drunken Poem For ISIS; I See A Man Covered In Your Blood

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#downwithISIS #convert

"the taking of one innocent life is like taking all of Mankind... and the saving of one life is like saving all of Mankind" - Holy Qur'an, 5:33.

+-----"A Drunken Poem For ISIS; I See A Man Covered In Your Blood"

Dear ISIS I see a 33 year old
Hebrew man every time you make
a martyr; The aggregate of him, rather,
in hundreds of corpses of men and
women slumped over your feet
after you swing swords to slake
your senseless thirst for injustice, the
scythe in the hands of the Angel of
Death inoculated against a moral
conscience, addicted to the toll of
suffering…like an ecstatic drug. When
the heads roll away from the bodies,
and you jeer and hiss like a mob of
debased Romans, splayed wet blood
and drool smeared across the beards,
slaves to Caesar-like perverted Islamic
doctrines (that ironically sow seeds of
the greatest human upheaval to reap
Utopian harvests) you have never
truly known, I see a courageous man
walking dirt roads in order to appease
his rabid killers’ primordial demands.
Ignoring his own pride like skull fragments
piercing through the heel. So know that
when they die this is the memoir your
victims leave you: The Summit of Golgotha,
portal to paradise for those virtuous:
innocent flesh dangling from a cross by
rusted nails, a torso rippling in heavy winter
winds… for love and charity. Dying for
those who know not what they do (hint
YOU) praying they'd be forgiven
The Christian martyrs you
make have the thickest bonds,
the densest spirits. They will
not be forgotten. They (like Jesus)
still live and await your judgement.
ISIS you should repent. Stop killing
Christians. God is NOT pleased.



-----Matthew 27:38-54/Revelation 6:9-11
Two rebels were crucified with him, one on his right and one on his left. Those who passed by hurled insults at him, shaking their heads and saying, “You who are going to destroy the temple and build it in three days, save yourself! Come down from the cross, if you are the Son of God!” In the same way the chief priests, the teachers of the law and the elders mocked him. “He saved others,” they said, “but he can’t save himself! He’s the king of Israel! Let him come down now from the cross, and we will believe in him. He trusts in God. Let God rescue him now if he wants him, for he said, ‘I am the Son of God.’” In the same way the rebels who were crucified with him also heaped insults on him. From noon until three in the afternoon darkness came over all the land. About three in the afternoon Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?” (which means “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”). When some of those standing there heard this, they said, “He’s calling Elijah.” Immediately one of them ran and got a sponge. He filled it with wine vinegar, put it on a staff, and offered it to Jesus to drink. The rest said, “Now leave him alone. Let’s see if Elijah comes to save him.” And when Jesus had cried out again in a loud voice, he gave up his spirit. At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook, the rocks split and the tombs broke open. The bodies of many holy people who had died were raised to life. They came out of the tombs after Jesus’ resurrection and went into the holy city and appeared to many people. When the centurion and those with him who were guarding Jesus saw the earthquake and all that had happened, they were terrified, and exclaimed, “Surely he was the Son of God!”/ When he opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of those who had been slain because of the word of God and the testimony they had maintained. They called out in a loud voice, “How long, Sovereign Lord, holy and true, until you judge the inhabitants of the earth and avenge our blood?” Then each of them was given a white robe, and they were told to wait a little longer, until the full number of their fellow servants, their brothers and sisters, were killed just as they had been.

A Childhood Wasted On Boys #NoBullying

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#NoBullying

+----A Childhood Wasted On Boys

They say youth is wasted
on the young, and yes
Ive seen it in the trees,
under the cover of night,
in my own blood on trees as a cub. I had
just alighted from the bank to my
preferred perch on the riverbed when
they encircled me. I was anticipating the
art of food: the aerial flipping of the first
(of many) fish of the waxing phase of the
full moon. These were to be procured
for my father as fresh gifts for his birthday,
my love in scales and fins, writhing as much
as he squirmed with glee. But unbeknownst
to me, and most unexpectedly the hunter
became the hunted. Bands of boy bears,
unscrupulous and bearing fangs, the savage
and sloppy drooling of future misfit beasts
of the forest, clusters of hollowed yellowish
eyes bereft of pupils, ambushed us (my
sister by my side) blitzing in from
both sides of dense foliage, the wicked
anonymity of aggregate wood. We escaped
with our lives….with deep scars, but no fish.
Leaning my back against that oak that night
I shook paws with death. I swore to myself
from that day forward, if ever I crossed paths
with those bears…or any boys of that
kind I would never let them live. My blood
oath against bullying, the sort that
makes victims of the innocent and ruins lives.

  -----------------2 Kings 2:23-25
And he went up from thence unto Bethel: and as he was going up by the way, there came forth little children out of the city, and mocked him, and said unto him, Go up, thou bald head; go up, thou bald head. And he turned back, and looked on them, and cursed them in the name of the Lord. And there came forth two she bears out of the wood, and tare forty and two children of them. And he went from thence to mount Carmel, and from thence he returned to Samaria.

Our Haters Are King Herod #TaylorDateTony

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* Paul pray for me
* Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony

+-----Taylor, Our Haters Are King Herod 

Taylor lets just say we’re
denizens of two different cities recently
convened, crowds from Tyre and
Sidon united under the guise of
common  causes. But the truth is,
I loathe the notion that you and I
could never date, I utterly execrate it
as one enslaved by a vicious,
penurious King- soundly sleeping
while all my emotions languish from
loneliness, starved orphans laying
in the bitter cold against stone
castle walls. The taxation of having
no girlfriend has been too great a
burden for me to bear reasonably,
so I have devised an artifice:
my patience as Blastus, personal
servant, courtier of the monarch.
I will invite our haters to deliver a
public address before us like a royal
on a terrace before aspiring crowds:
adversary of us sharing coffee,
aristocrat deeming our shared smiles
verboten, tyrant who outlaws me
gazing into your blue eyes. While
elucidating all the reasons you should
reject me, I may even flatter/snicker
“THIS IS THE VOICE OF GOD
NOT A MAN!!!!”

But our kiss will be the sacred sword
of an angel slaying the King.
When our haters see us happily
together, their jealousy will be like
worms devouring the stomach from the
inside out.                     [A lovers' coup]


-----Acts 12:19b-24
Then Herod went from Judea to Caesarea and stayed there. He had been quarreling with the people of Tyre and Sidon; they now joined together and sought an audience with him. After securing the support of Blastus, a trusted personal servant of the king, they asked for peace, because they depended on the king’s country for their food supply. On the appointed day Herod, wearing his royal robes, sat on his throne and delivered a public address to the people. They shouted, “This is the voice of a god, not of a man.” Immediately, because Herod did not give praise to God, an angel of the Lord struck him down, and he was eaten by worms and died. But the word of God continued to spread and flourish.

The Cave

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* Daniel pray for me
* Dedicated to Cecil the Lion

+-----The Cave; The Lions' Thoughts When Daniel Was Thrown In" 

We remember them on the plains
before the capture, rise
of the sadist Persians who
weave nets lined with newly
corrugated blades, the words
spoken like a covenant between
mother and cubs. Her pitiful, helpless
roaring punctuates our nightmares
on starless nights, always. We were
just learning to hunt then, how to
distinguish between preferred flesh
and that of the sickly and dying, the whiff
of life that animates a healthy meal,
and the stench of beasts forsaken,
the sour aftertaste of wasted meat.They
are our sole source of solace now. We
imagine them as glowing script clawed
on the cave wall when our deprivations
are most painful: no climbing, no running,
no thrill of lurking in high grass for prey,
no consistency in feeding.
“God will provide for you when Im gone,”
she said (before our callous and
hubristic captors forced us apart forever)
 “…goodbye my sons.”

She came back to us tonight a vision,
shining in luminescent glory, followed
by a tall man of enchantment wielding
a scepter of gold, a most timely and
merciful barrier between us and Daniel.
“Leave this man alone," she bid "for God
will bring you even better food in the
morning," tears streaming from her eyes.
"Food I truly wish I couldve provided..."

-----Daniel 6:1-24
It pleased Darius to appoint 120 satraps to rule throughout the kingdom, with three administrators over them, one of whom was Daniel. The satraps were made accountable to them so that the king might not suffer loss. Now Daniel so distinguished himself among the administrators and the satraps by his exceptional qualities that the king planned to set him over the whole kingdom. At this, the administrators and the satraps tried to find grounds for charges against Daniel in his conduct of government affairs, but they were unable to do so. They could find no corruption in him, because he was trustworthy and neither corrupt nor negligent. Finally these men said, “We will never find any basis for charges against this man Daniel unless it has something to do with the law of his God.”
So these administrators and satraps went as a group to the king and said: “May King Darius live forever! The royal administrators, prefects, satraps, advisers and governors have all agreed that the king should issue an edict and enforce the decree that anyone who prays to any god or human being during the next thirty days, except to you, Your Majesty, shall be thrown into the lions’ den. Now, Your Majesty, issue the decree and put it in writing so that it cannot be altered—in accordance with the law of the Medes and Persians, which cannot be repealed.” So King Darius put the decree in writing. Now when Daniel learned that the decree had been published, he went home to his upstairs room where the windows opened toward Jerusalem. Three times a day he got down on his knees and prayed, giving thanks to his God, just as he had done before. Then these men went as a group and found Daniel praying and asking God for help. So they went to the king and spoke to him about his royal decree: “Did you not publish a decree that during the next thirty days anyone who prays to any god or human being except to you, Your Majesty, would be thrown into the lions’ den?” The king answered, “The decree stands—in accordance with the law of the Medes and Persians, which cannot be repealed.” Then they said to the king, “Daniel, who is one of the exiles from Judah, pays no attention to you, Your Majesty, or to the decree you put in writing. He still prays three times a day.” When the king heard this, he was greatly distressed; he was determined to rescue Daniel and made every effort until sundown to save him. Then the men went as a group to King Darius and said to him, “Remember, Your Majesty, that according to the law of the Medes and Persians no decree or edict that the king issues can be changed.” So the king gave the order, and they brought Daniel and threw him into the lions’ den. The king said to Daniel, “May your God, whom you serve continually, rescue you!” A stone was brought and placed over the mouth of the den, and the king sealed it with his own signet ring and with the rings of his nobles, so that Daniel’s situation might not be changed. Then the king returned to his palace and spent the night without eating and without any entertainment being brought to him. And he could not sleep. At the first light of dawn, the king got up and hurried to the lions’ den. When he came near the den, he called to Daniel in an anguished voice, “Daniel, servant of the living God, has your God, whom you serve continually, been able to rescue you from the lions?” Daniel answered, “May the king live forever! My God sent his angel, and he shut the mouths of the lions. They have not hurt me, because I was found innocent in his sight. Nor have I ever done any wrong before you, Your Majesty.” The king was overjoyed and gave orders to lift Daniel out of the den. And when Daniel was lifted from the den, no wound was found on him, because he had trusted in his God. At the king’s command, the men who had falsely accused Daniel were brought in and thrown into the lions’ den, along with their wives and children. And before they reached the floor of the den, the lions overpowered them and crushed all their bones

Saint Kobe #thejesusmetaphorandTHEMAMBA

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* Paul pray for me
* Timothy pray for me
 #thejesusmetaphorandTHEMAMBA

+-----Saint Kobe Bryant; NBA Missionary and Martyr 

Kobe, this is you casting one
last sidelong glance before dimming
the lights, before recurrent translucent
specters of you dunking on KG
materialize from spirit beneath the basket
then evanesce in the morning before
Coach Scott arrives. When you drive away
from Staples Center, dust from your Lamborghini
Murcielago in small plumes, this time will be
very different than from when you first rode in.
Young and brash, galloping on courage
as a horse, sandstorm under hooves,
moving apace for mystery in LA as
for 'Damascus,' the city you figured youd
conquer but instead changed you forever.
Some would say you lost your sight then
regained it, Phil Jackson as Ananias
pulling away petulance like scales
from your eyes. But in truth, you were called
long ago by the gods of basketball to
spread a new gospel of passion- matchless
hardwork, a preternatural drive to win,
this almost divine willingness to sacrifice all
things for a title, zeal that no one has seen ever
since. You even went overseas to play in the
Olympics, it was like preaching in ancient
temples in Athens, showing those
underutilizing their skills how to appease
their 'unknown god' who gave them no dribbling
strategy or offensive rebounding scripture.
So now, after 20 years a missionary, 5 rings,
what is left to prove? You have fought the
good fight and finished the race. When you go
to Rome, a martyr of retirement, surely there lays
in store for you the NBA Hall of Fame,
glimmering Crown of Righteousness.

-----2 Timothy 4:1-8
In the presence of God and of Christ Jesus, who will judge the living and the dead, and in view of his appearing and his kingdom, I give you this charge: Preach the word; be prepared in season and out of season; correct, rebuke and encourage—with great patience and careful instruction.  For the time will come when people will not put up with sound doctrine. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears want to hear. They will turn their ears away from the truth and turn aside to myths. But you, keep your head in all situations, endure hardship, do the work of an evangelist, discharge all the duties of your ministry. For I am already being poured out like a drink offering, and the time for my departure is near. I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day—and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing

Rey At Love's Tomb #TonyandRey

* Jesus pray for me
* Mary pray for me
* Dedicated to Daisy Ridley/Rey

+-----Rey At Love's Tomb

Rey forgive my tears,
Love just died, or so it seems.
I still remember it though, as lucidly
today as in my soul’s heyday: tall, bearded
like a man, deft worker of miraculous joy,
it walked steadily on waters of my
forlornness as dry earth. I believed all the
rumors, too, before I enlisted as a
disciple, hailed by all for a pure birth,
delivered in a stable from an unbiased and
just virgin's womb. It was the hope in
all hearts that sprung eternal, fetal
formation of my fervent Hebrew longing
into full romantic Godhood, enfleshed
to meet expectant prophecies of
a toppled Caesar – that callous Emperor
of the unmarried. I was so elated indeed
to have its tutelage as I clasped hands
with other girls. But Ive been single for
so long now, that eternal 3 day aeon after
Roman crucifixions of female rejection, that
all seems lost, this love interred. Oh baby,
I wish you would just materialize behind
me one day to comfort, proof of an empty
dysphoric  tomb, asking “why are
you crying?” I wouldn’t recognize it at first,
the godly sweet charm of a girl, angelic
hazel eyes, brunette hair, after so long
an absence, but I would turn around and
take you out to coffee. You would be my
Jedi Rabboni, The Chosen One to bring
amorous salvation. If you kissed me, I'd
know for sure Love had come back to life -
Son of The Trinitarian Force (of us
together)- my Father and your Father,
my God and your God.

 -----John 20:11-17
Now Mary stood outside the tomb crying. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb and saw two angels in white, seated where Jesus’ body had been, one at the head and the other at the foot. They asked her, “Woman, why are you crying?” “They have taken my Lord away,” she said, “and I don’t know where they have put him.” At this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not realize that it was Jesus. He asked her, “Woman, why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?” Thinking he was the gardener, she said, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.” Jesus said to her, “Mary.” She turned toward him and cried out in Aramaic, “Rabboni!” (which means “Teacher”). Jesus said, “Do not hold on to me, for I have not yet ascended to the Father. Go instead to my brothers and tell them, ‘I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.’”

The Escape From Sodom #WCW #TaylorDateTony

* Jesus pray for me
* Abraham pray for me
* Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony

+-----The Escape From Sodom 

Taylor loneliness is like a
motley, craven band of men
and boys, all strange and
lecherous and all bent on impiety, all
insistent on sordid and degrading sex
in the city. If, on my own, I could
make them go away, I would. I’d try to
cast away all residual hopes of one
day falling in love as a sacrificial offering
to a mob, the pain of losing two
virgin daughters to vile rapists. But
the walls of my heart are of wood, rotting,
not nearly thick enough to withstand
the forceful beating of restless despair,
kicks of lamentation, fists of
rejection by other girls in a flurry,
coming hard and fast and at high volumes
at the front door of my romantic resolve.
Oh baby I need you to take me away
from this place! yank me by the hand
of your charm, let your angelic blue
eyes and blonde hair strike all the
pessimistic characters of my past blind
as we jaunt somewhere far, far away.
A café maybe, where we could sip
on Columbian coffee, the scent of two lovers’
beans drifting in the dating country Zoar...
carried on salvific and merciful winds stirred
by your smile, four celestial flapping wings.
I swear, Id never go back to that other place
then, my hatred for it would be like sulfur
raining down from a dark sky…melting
everyone and everything in sight.


-----Genesis 19:1-29
The two angels arrived at Sodom in the evening, and Lot was sitting in the gateway of the city. When he saw them, he got up to meet them and bowed down with his face to the ground. “My lords,” he said, “please turn aside to your servant’s house. You can wash your feet and spend the night and then go on your way early in the morning.” “No,” they answered, “we will spend the night in the square.” But he insisted so strongly that they did go with him and entered his house. He prepared a meal for them, baking bread without yeast, and they ate. Before they had gone to bed, all the men from every part of the city of Sodom—both young and old—surrounded the house. They called to Lot, “Where are the men who came to you tonight? Bring them out to us so that we can have sex with them.” Lot went outside to meet them and shut the door behind him and said, “No, my friends. Don’t do this wicked thing. Look, I have two daughters who have never slept with a man. Let me bring them out to you, and you can do what you like with them. But don’t do anything to these men, for they have come under the protection of my roof.” “Get out of our way,” they replied. “This fellow came here as a foreigner, and now he wants to play the judge! We’ll treat you worse than them.” They kept bringing pressure on Lot and moved forward to break down the door. But the men inside reached out and pulled Lot back into the house and shut the door. Then they struck the men who were at the door of the house, young and old, with blindness so that they could not find the door. The two men said to Lot, “Do you have anyone else here—sons-in-law, sons or daughters, or anyone else in the city who belongs to you? Get them out of here, because we are going to destroy this place. The outcry to the Lord against its people is so great that he has sent us to destroy it.” So Lot went out and spoke to his sons-in-law, who were pledged to marry his daughters. He said, “Hurry and get out of this place, because the Lord is about to destroy the city!” But his sons-in-law thought he was joking. With the coming of dawn, the angels urged Lot, saying, “Hurry! Take your wife and your two daughters who are here, or you will be swept away when the city is punished.” When he hesitated, the men grasped his hand and the hands of his wife and of his two daughters and led them safely out of the city, for the Lord was merciful to them. As soon as they had brought them out, one of them said, “Flee for your lives! Don’t look back, and don’t stop anywhere in the plain! Flee to the mountains or you will be swept away!” But Lot said to them, “No, my lords, please! Your servant has found favor in your eyes, and you have shown great kindness to me in sparing my life. But I can’t flee to the mountains; this disaster will overtake me, and I’ll die. Look, here is a town near enough to run to, and it is small. Let me flee to it—it is very small, isn’t it? Then my life will be spared.” He said to him, “Very well, I will grant this request too; I will not overthrow the town you speak of. But flee there quickly, because I cannot do anything until you reach it.” (That is why the town was called Zoar.) By the time Lot reached Zoar, the sun had risen over the land. Then the Lord rained down burning sulfur on Sodom and Gomorrah—from the Lord out of the heavens. Thus he overthrew those cities and the entire plain, destroying all those living in the cities—and also the vegetation in the land. But Lot’s wife looked back, and she became a pillar of salt. Early the next morning Abraham got up and returned to the place where he had stood before the Lord. He looked down toward Sodom and Gomorrah, toward all the land of the plain, and he saw dense smoke rising from the land, like smoke from a furnace. So when God destroyed the cities of the plain, he remembered Abraham, and he brought Lot out of the catastrophe that overthrew the cities where Lot had lived.

Kirk Cousins Faithful and True #HTTR

* Jesus pray for me
* John pray for me
* Dedicated to Kirk Cousins #HTTR #TonyandKirk

+-----Kirk Cousins Faithful and True 

The NFL by now is
a wasteland. Pestilence, famine
and earthquakes have laid
claim to the fallen, 16 exacting
games like seven seals of
condemnation opened to
judge the damned: angels of Roger
Goodell purging a league defiled
by those unworthy of the post season.
11 moaning teams that barely remain
have stitched together tourniquets to
arrest their suffering, losses in
the regular season as wounds,
their playoff births like cloth bandages
of falsified hope, clothing ransacked
from other teams’ stiff and dead
dreams, eyes still open. And their deluded
QBs wax quixotic on blighted earth
about salvation for franchises, resurrection
as a Lombardy trophy for the peoples.
But behold a presage! A warrior, Faithful
and True, riding a white horse, bucking
destrier, robe dipped in blood, his eyes
forever flaming. Diadems of completion
percentages embellish his helmet-
crown as he rides on Washington DC’s
football fury like grapes of wrath.
Only true Redskins fans know his
name (Captain Kirk), and that he has
come to hasten the new Heaven by
calamitous gridiron force. Aaron Rodgers,
Cam Newton, Tom Brady are the Satan,
his Beast, and the AntiChrist that dare to
resist him; The Burgundy and Gold's 4th
Superbowl Ring...Eden Restored.
But they 'll all lose. #HTTR

-----Revelation 19:11-16
Then I saw heaven opened, and behold, a white horse! The one sitting on it is called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he judges and makes war. His eyes are like a flame of fire, and on his head are many diadems, and he has a name written that no one knows but himself. He is clothed in a robe dipped in blood, and the name by which he is called is The Word of God. And the armies of heaven, arrayed in fine linen, white and pure, were following him on white horses. From his mouth comes a sharp sword with which to strike down the nations, and he will rule them with a rod of iron. He will tread the winepress of the fury of the wrath of God the Almighty. On his robe and on his thigh he has a name written, King of kings and Lord of lords