Tony Conti's Leprosy, Taylor Swift's Divine Cure #TaylorDateTony

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+--------Tony Conti's Leprosy, Taylor Swift's Divine Cure

Taylor, I always imagine
you coming to me down The
Mount, haloed, my amorous Savior,
traversing from the crest of my
most fervent longing beset
by fawning crowds, your charming
spontaneity like winding steep trails
around the circumference. And
awestruck my heart would throw
itself at your feet, scabrous
and lesioned from loneliness,
a leper pleading “TayTay if thou
wilt, you can make me clean.” “You
can take me to Starbucks.” If you
did, I swear my hideous skins
would heal. And I would tell no
man, I would instead skip,
buoyantly to the priest of dating for
a testimony: That truly, romance with
Taylor Swift is Mosaic Law fulfilled!

------Matthew 8:1-4
When he was come down from the mountain, great multitudes followed him. And, behold, there came a leper and worshipped him, saying, Lord, if thou wilt, thou canst make me clean. And Jesus put forth his hand, and touched him, saying, I will; be thou clean. And immediately his leprosy was cleansed. And Jesus saith unto him, See thou tell no man; but go thy way, shew thyself to the priest, and offer the gift that Moses commanded, for a testimony unto them.

Raising Hands For Deliverance

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+--------Raising Hands For Deliverance; The Thoughts Of  Moses Just Before He Parted The Red Sea

The tide drenches my sandals
set on the water’s western edge,
my feet planted firmly on the
bank at the intersection of faith,
fear and pragmatism.
My Hebrew people flank me
all around quivering beneath their
breath, their souls in cold air
ascending like ghosts
to the moon from their mouths.
And I didn’t get any sleep last
night, one too many times I awoke
sweating thinking Pharaoh’s arrow
already afflicted me. Now I hear
crescendos of chariots behind me,
proof of Egypt’s insanity in its horses
grunting. God this is it. My prayer,
hands raised, to walk on the floor of
the sea, to live to see the other side.


------Exodus 14:24-31
And it came to pass, that in the morning watch the Lord looked unto the host of the Egyptians through the pillar of fire and of the cloud, and troubled the host of the Egyptians, And took off their chariot wheels, that they drave them heavily: so that the Egyptians said, Let us flee from the face of Israel; for the Lord fighteth for them against the Egyptians. And the Lord said unto Moses, Stretch out thine hand over the sea, that the waters may come again upon the Egyptians, upon their chariots, and upon their horsemen. And Moses stretched forth his hand over the sea, and the sea returned to his strength when the morning appeared; and the Egyptians fled against it; and the Lord overthrew the Egyptians in the midst of the sea. And the waters returned, and covered the chariots, and the horsemen, and all the host of Pharaoh that came into the sea after them; there remained not so much as one of them. But the children of Israel walked upon dry land in the midst of the sea; and the waters were a wall unto them on their right hand, and on their left. Thus the Lord saved Israel that day out of the hand of the Egyptians; and Israel saw the Egyptians dead upon the sea shore. And Israel saw that great work which the Lord did upon the Egyptians: and the people feared the Lord, and believed the Lord, and his servant Moses.

The Final Thoughts Of Jesus Forsaken

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTBYYdWLCVA

+------------The Final Thoughts Of Jesus Forsaken

I have never known anger
like this, soft and succoring,
tracing its fingers down my
arms seductive-like, outlining
the bloody gash from the
centurion spear tip that lanced
my rib gently, gregariously,
whispering to me in fierce and
cold winds repeatedly “your life
is a lie…” Im persuaded now
that I am abandoned. I don’t
know what to think anymore,
all alone on this cross, foreboding
clouds forming above me, my back
ricocheting off splintered wood.

-----------------Matthew 27:46
At about three o'clock, Jesus called out with a loud voice, "Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?" which means "My God, my God, why have you abandoned me?

---Misguided Ghosts Lyrics

I'm going away for a while
But I'll be back
Don't try and follow me
'Cause I'll return as soon as possible
See, I'm trying to find my place
But it might not be here where I feel safe

We all learn to make mistakes
And run from them, from them
With no direction
We'll run from them, from them
With no conviction

'Cause I'm just one of those ghosts
Travelin' endlessly
Don't need no roads
In fact, they follow me
And we just go in circles

And now I'm told that this is life
That pain is just a simple compromise
So we can get what we want out of it

Would someone care to classify?
Our broken hearts and twisted minds
So I can find someone to rely on
And run to them, to them
Full speed ahead
Oh, you are not useless
We are just

Misguided ghosts
Travelin' endlessly
The ones we trusted the most
Pushed us far away
And there's no one road
We should not be the same
But I'm just a ghost
And still they echo me
They echo me in circles

RG3: Jay Gruden's Leviathan

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+--------RG3: Jay Gruden's Leviathan

Jay Gruden, can you draw out
Leviathan on October 2nd
in Landover Maryland using a
playbook forged as a hook?
Can you lance his jaw
with a with defensive coordinator’s
thorn? With wily field maneuvers,
who can discover the face of his
garment, make a tackle before his
double bridled pocket acumen? The
precision of his passes are sharp teeth
round about. His swag as scales
impenetrable, esteeming linebackers'
iron strength as straw, brass muscles
of a free safety as rotten wood.
Beneath his facemask smoke billows
out nostrils, like a seething pot or
caldron of passion, breath that
kindles coals of frenzy in Cleveland,
scorching fire from his mouth. Bursting
from the saltwater sea of revenge,
he is RG3...and he is unstoppable….

------Job 41
Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?
Canst thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn? Will he make many supplications unto thee? will he speak soft words unto thee? Will he make a covenant with thee? wilt thou take him for a servant for ever? Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens? Shall the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants? Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? or his head with fish spears? Lay thine hand upon him, remember the battle, do no more. Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him? None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me? Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him? whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine. I will not conceal his parts, nor his power, nor his comely proportion. Who can discover the face of his garment? or who can come to him with his double bridle? Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round about. His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal. One is so near to another, that no air can come between them. They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered. By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning. Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.
Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron. His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth. In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him. The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved. His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone. When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves. The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon. He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood. The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble. Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear. Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire. He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment. He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.
Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear. He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.

The Wrath Of My Love For Taylor Swft; The Purification Of Music

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#GiveTaylorAnAward

+------------The Wrath Of My Love For Taylor Swft; The Purification Of Music

MTV, you perverted purveyors
of “music,” tax collectors and money
changers profaning pure art, cloth bags
of melodic distortion full of children’s
shekels. You’ve hitched the purse strings
of the industry to your belts for selfish gain!
Doves in cages cawing and defeathering,
oxen with eyes glazed over hunched
against stone walls are your corrupted
intentions to defraud Taylor Swift
of a Video Music Award, while
recognizing lesser rhapsodic talent as
 greater. And my love for her is a whip
of cords cracked on your back,
tables of your inflated egos overturned
while the masses scream! You
don’t deserve this Sacred Temple of
Musical Interpretation, its pure altars
and lampstands of harmonious
inspiration. Come back when songs
and singing are more than just commerce.



-----------------Matthew 21:12-16/ John 2:13-17
Jesus entered the temple courts and drove out all who were buying and selling there. He overturned the tables of the money changers and the benches of those selling doves. “It is written,” he said to them, “‘My house will be called a house of prayer,’ but you are making it ‘a den of robbers.’” The blind and the lame came to him at the temple, and he healed them. But when the chief priests and the teachers of the law saw the wonderful things he did and the children shouting in the temple courts, “Hosanna to the Son of David,” they were indignant. “Do you hear what these children are saying?” they asked him. “Yes,” replied Jesus, “have you never read, “‘From the lips of children and infants you, Lord, have called forth your praise’?”/ When it was almost time for the Jewish Passover, Jesus went up to Jerusalem. In the temple courts he found people selling cattle, sheep and doves, and others sitting at tables exchanging money. So he made a whip out of cords, and drove all from the temple courts, both sheep and cattle; he scattered the coins of the money changers and overturned their tables. To those who sold doves he said, “Get these out of here! Stop turning my Father’s house into a market!” His disciples remembered that it is written: “Zeal for your house will consume me.”

Hope Flaming #IamMoses

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+--------Hope Flaming; The Thoughts Of Moses Upon Seeing The Angel Of God In The  Burning Bush

At night in the desert
raging rushes of wind nearly
topple me, they are evocative
of the cold chill of my past sins:
unsteady cyclones of dirt, snake,
rock, and tumbleweed that surge
by me… I think of the Egyptian
I slaughtered and buried. I think of
playing senet as a boy with my
adoptive mother, the sly smile
of Pharaoh jaunting by in gaudy
headdress. All I wanted then
was to ride chariots but now this.
A sand fugitive all alone anguished
about improbabilities of redemption,
what would be a flicker in the
starless sky that my life is. I see
a bush burning but not
being consumed....It feels as if
God is beckoning to me as one
dignified, imploring me to remove
my sandals, to listen for His Name,
so I can believe in myself again.

------Exodus 3:1-5
Now Moses kept the flock of Jethro his father in law, the priest of Midian: and he led the flock to the backside of the desert, and came to the mountain of God, even to Horeb. And the angel of the Lord appeared unto him in a flame of fire out of the midst of a bush: and he looked, and, behold, the bush burned with fire, and the bush was not consumed. And Moses said, I will now turn aside, and see this great sight, why the bush is not burnt. And when the Lord saw that he turned aside to see, God called unto him out of the midst of the bush, and said, Moses, Moses. And he said, Here am I. And he said, Draw not nigh hither: put off thy shoes from off thy feet, for the place whereon thou standest is holy ground.

The Virgin Birth Of Tony Conti and Taylor Swift's Coffee Date (At Starbucks) #TaylorDateTony

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#IamGabriel

+--------"The Virgin Birth Of Tony Conti and Taylor Swift's Coffee Date (At Starbucks)" 

Taylor, my love for
you is like a thousand
years’ prophecy of
impossible means. It is
the promise of the birth
of a coffee date as the Son
of God, divine natal crying
of dating salvation for my
hitherto cursed world of romance
issued forth from infantile lips,
supple cushy skin of angels,
thrust from a Virgin womb, the
heart of a man never knowing
affection in return. Oh babes,
what I mean is that my desire for
you is like an Archangel pleading
for your allegiance at Starbucks,
Blessing you
above all other girls. And..if
you did submit…it would literally
turn my universe upside down.

------Matthew 1:18-25
Now the birth of Jesus Christ was on this wise: When as his mother Mary was espoused to Joseph, before they came together, she was found with child of the Holy Ghost. Then Joseph her husband, being a just man, and not willing to make her a public example, was minded to put her away privily. But while he thought on these things, behold, the angel of the Lord appeared unto him in a dream, saying, Joseph, thou son of David, fear not to take unto thee Mary thy wife: for that which is conceived in her is of the Holy Ghost. And she shall bring forth a son, and thou shalt call his name Jesus: for he shall save his people from their sins. Now all this was done, that it might be fulfilled which was spoken of the Lord by the prophet, saying, Behold, a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son, and they shall call his name Emmanuel, which being interpreted is, God with us. Then Joseph being raised from sleep did as the angel of the Lord had bidden him, and took unto him his wife: And knew her not till she had brought forth her firstborn son: and he called his name Jesus.

The Eternal Death Of All That Stands Between Us #IamJesus

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+--------The Eternal Death Of All That Stands Between Us; Jesus' Thoughts Hanging On The Cross Looking Down at Mankind"

Mom, don’t cry: the decision to
exchange my Jeweled Throne in
heaven for human flesh, for these
agonizing Roman-soldiers’-
whip-weals, protrusions,
and back lacerations…for
my emotion’s tyranny of my
Father not knowing me…my
heart a starless night darkening,
for rusted nails driven deep into
both bleeding palms that please
snide mobs, was easy. For
this horrid fate was both
necessary and appropriate
to reconcile (Eden’s) mankind to
myself and myself back to God. This
cross is my redemption...too. (The
death of all that stands between us)


------Luke 23:33-34; John 20:17
And when they were come to the place, which is called Calvary, there they crucified him, and the malefactors, one on the right hand, and the other on the left. Then said Jesus, Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do. And they parted his raiment, and cast lots; 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 Death Of Nehushtan #IamHezekiah #Today

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+--------"The Death Of  Nehushtan; The Speech Of Hezekiah To His People Before He Shattered Moses' Bronze Snake" 

I have come to view the
past acrimoniously, to repudiate
religious precedent abjectly. It is
the odious stench of soot and smoke
rising to Molech, blue skies crying and
turning cinereous, the flesh of my
brother burning as King Ahaz’s
sacrifice while ecstatic crowds danced
in Judah. His tormented screams in
fires my memory angrily blackens
which woke me that cursed night
of childhood forever chides my soul.
So whatever Moses achieved (years
ago) with a sacred snake of bronze
means nothing to me- To worship
what was so as to languish in the
present and reject better tomorrows
is sin. We will worship and please God
by the way we live Today.


------2 Kings 18:1-7
Now it came to pass in the third year of Hoshea son of Elah king of Israel, that Hezekiah the son of Ahaz king of Judah began to reign. Twenty and five years old was he when he began to reign; and he reigned twenty and nine years in Jerusalem. His mother's name also was Abi, the daughter of Zachariah. And he did that which was right in the sight of the Lord, according to all that David his father did. He removed the high places, and brake the images, and cut down the groves, and brake in pieces the brasen serpent that Moses had made: for unto those days the children of Israel did burn incense to it: and he called it Nehushtan. He trusted in the Lord God of Israel; so that after him was none like him among all the kings of Judah, nor any that were before him. For he clave to the Lord, and departed not from following him, but kept his commandments, which the Lord commanded Moses. And the Lord was with him; and he prospered whithersoever he went forth: and he rebelled against the king of Assyria, and served him not.

The Dating Demons Of Tony Conti, The Love Of Taylor Swift #TaylorDateTony

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+--------The Dating Demons Of Tony Conti, The Love Of Taylor Swift

Taylor when I think about
dating, the good spirits leave
me, my heart goes feral, a man
delirious with gaping flesh wounds
shrilling in the wilderness, moon
howling, exchanging human words
for dialects of the lonely. And the
the fetters and chains of feigned
consolation from friends are by my
romantic grief plucked asunder,
my pillowed tears stones to cut
myself to force sleep. Being unloved,
unwanted is like full demonic
possession… Oh but  babes,
wont you come visit me in these
tombs of despairing? Sitting across
from you at Starbucks in charmed
conversation would be like an
imperative decreed from divine lips
that calms the soul, exorcises a wicked
Legion of hopelessness. Memories
of being single would enter swine, my
life without you a herd diving headlong
off a countryside cliff...drowning.  


------Mark 5:1-13
And they came over unto the other side of the sea, into the country of the Gadarenes. And when he was come out of the ship, immediately there met him out of the tombs a man with an unclean spirit, Who had his dwelling among the tombs; and no man could bind him, no, not with chains: Because that he had been often bound with fetters and chains, and the chains had been plucked asunder by him, and the fetters broken in pieces: neither could any man tame him. And always, night and day, he was in the mountains, and in the tombs, crying, and cutting himself with stones. But when he saw Jesus afar off, he ran and worshipped him, And cried with a loud voice, and said, What have I to do with thee, Jesus, thou Son of the most high God? I adjure thee by God, that thou torment me not. For he said unto him, Come out of the man, thou unclean spirit. And he asked him, What is thy name? And he answered, saying, My name is Legion: for we are many. And he besought him much that he would not send them away out of the country. Now there was there nigh unto the mountains a great herd of swine feeding. And all the devils besought him, saying, Send us into the swine, that we may enter into them. And forthwith Jesus gave them leave. And the unclean spirits went out, and entered into the swine: and the herd ran violently down a steep place into the sea, (they were about two thousand;) and were choked in the sea.

My Head In The Cloud #IamJoshua

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+--------"My Head In The Cloud; The Thoughts Of Joshua In The Tabernacle While Moses and God Were Speaking"

Sometimes mist and 

haze in the tabernacle that
surrounds us is too dark
and dense for eyes, a veil,
ethereal, of deceit draped over
perception, a suitable stage
for suggestions of the soul to act
on a captive mind, naïve and
laid bare before all hopes and
fears hitherto stashed. And the
thunderous voice of GOD (speaking
with Moses), flits of lightning, abrupt
flashes of fire his emotion animated,
are conducive to dreaming. At times,
I imagine myself raising hands before
a fleeing sea. Unsheathing my sword,
staff before Pharaoh for my people, a
leader of soldiers who kneel at
my word in the Promised Land. I think
about Moses dying…and if I’ll be ready
when God finally speaks...to me.    

------Exodus 33:7-11
And Moses took the tabernacle, and pitched it without the camp, afar off from the camp, and called it the Tabernacle of the congregation. And it came to pass, that every one which sought the Lord went out unto the tabernacle of the congregation, which was without the camp. And it came to pass, when Moses went out unto the tabernacle, that all the people rose up, and stood every man at his tent door, and looked after Moses, until he was gone into the tabernacle. And it came to pass, as Moses entered into the tabernacle, the cloudy pillar descended, and stood at the door of the tabernacle, and the Lord talked with Moses. And all the people saw the cloudy pillar stand at the tabernacle door: and all the people rose up and worshipped, every man in his tent door. And the Lord spake unto Moses face to face, as a man speaketh unto his friend. And he turned again into the camp: but his servant Joshua, the son of Nun, a young man, departed not out of the tabernacle.

My Disgusting Savior #IamJudas

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+--------"My Disgusting Savior; Judas's Last Thoughts While Staring At Jesus Before Leaving The Last Supper And Betraying Him"

And Jewish history is littered
with abysmal asinine anecdotes,
and stories of stagnant men,
men who’d rather speak in
soliloquies and softly sing songs,
supine, at “sacred” suppers and
shrewdly select suffering and
skulk in shadows before scumbag
Romans rather than shun scabbards
to raise swords salivating at every
opportunity to slay, to scalp, scatter
and scavenge for scores of scoundrels’
who suppress our freedoms blood…
savoring all necessary means
for survival of King David’s (the warrior’s)
Seat. For salvation. So, no, this wont be
my night tolerating empty promises
and inaction. Not after all the prophesies’
years of protracted waiting,
anticipation’s amassing. Tonight the
charlatan Jesus Christ dies. Tomorrow
I take up the task of freeing my people
from Caesar without him.

------Luke 22:1-6/21-23
Now the Festival of Unleavened Bread, called the Passover, was approaching, and the chief priests and the teachers of the law were looking for some way to get rid of Jesus, for they were afraid of the people. Then Satan entered Judas, called Iscariot, one of the Twelve. And Judas went to the chief priests and the officers of the temple guard and discussed with them how he might betray Jesus. They were delighted and agreed to give him money. He consented, and watched for an opportunity to hand Jesus over to them when no crowd was present/But the hand of him who is going to betray me is with mine on the table. The Son of Man will go as it has been decreed. But woe to that man who betrays him!” They began to question among themselves which of them it might be who would do this.

The Autobiography Of Lazarus Raised

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mgtaRbx4pPQ


+------------The Autobiography Of Lazarus Raised

Back on the other side, the
living speculate on death as a
variant of liberation from angst,
a forced separation from travails,
a soul enveloped in white noise
and ushered by angels towards
the brightest of lights. But in truth
death is cognitive before it’s corporeal.
For me it was sudden, holistic
knowing that of Mary and Martha
I was truly cherished, my absence
a dark cloud, an overcast sky to them,
like a bolt of lightning severing
the trees of their hearts in half.
When they cried, I kept hearing
recurring echoes of the thunder, rains
tapping against my window as a
young boy that chased me to their
beds for comfort. I remember seizing
my angel's hand…whispering
“stop. We must go back.” Then suddenly
the murmuring of a crowd. A baritone
voice beckoning “Lazarus, come out!!!”
I pull the burial cloth from my face-The
sky is clear, the sun effulgent… my
sickness, death like a bad dream.



-----------------John 11:5-16
Now Jesus loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus. So when he heard that Lazarus was sick, he stayed where he was two more days, and then he said to his disciples, “Let us go back to Judea.” “But Rabbi,” they said, “a short while ago the Jews there tried to stone you, and yet you are going back?” Jesus answered, “Are there not twelve hours of daylight? Anyone who walks in the daytime will not stumble, for they see by this world’s light. It is when a person walks at night that they stumble, for they have no light.” After he had said this, he went on to tell them, “Our friend Lazarus has fallen asleep; but I am going there to wake him up.” His disciples replied, “Lord, if he sleeps, he will get better.” Jesus had been speaking of his death, but his disciples thought he meant natural sleep. So then he told them plainly, “Lazarus is dead, and for your sake I am glad I was not there, so that you may believe. But let us go to him.” Then Thomas (also known as Didymus) said to the rest of the disciples, “Let us also go, that we may die with him.”

-----Smile In Your Sleep Lyrics
When I'm lying in your bed
Play the motions through my head
You know that I'm thinking, I'm thinking...
And I have reasons to believe that
I'm not the only one you spend this time with, but I'll stay...

You say, you're weak,
You won't let me down,
You won't let me down.
You lie through your teeth,
You smile in your sleep,
You smile in your sleep.

When we met
You said we were the same,
You know that we're different, we're different,
And all the times you promised me that
Everything would work out in the end, you were gravely mistaken

You say, you're weak,
You won't let me down,
You won't let me down.
You lie through your teeth,
You smile in your sleep,
You smile in your sleep.

You lie, you lie, you lie, you lie
You lie through your teeth
You won't let me down,
You lie, I deserve better than this

I dream of steel. Maroon and warm,
Your end (your end), your end (your end)
You gasp for air.
I'll see this through, I'll see through you,
Your pale (your pale), your pale (your pale),
Your pale blue eyes.

When you're lying in your bed,
Your eulogy's been read
You know that it's fitting, you lie.

You say, you're weak,
You won't let me down,
You won't let me down.
You lie through your teeth,
You smile in your sleep,
You smile in your sleep.

You smile, you smile, you smile, you smile
I deserve better than this

Dancing In The Death Angel's Arms; The Last Words Of Simeon Before His Death

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+--------Dancing In The Death Angel's Arms; The Last Words Of Simeon Before His Death

My old eyes have witnessed over
cruel years the rise and fall of Caesars
due to depraved psychoses. Ive seen
scarred, traumatized, shame-faced
male captives of savage Roman wars
in chains marched down the Appian way
one way, their screaming wives
and babes marched oppositely.
My ears have heard
Jewish children envy and emulate ritual
debaucheries of the Temple of
Venus rather than sacred
and cherished rites of Moses.
But now, finally, the hallucinatory
visions stirred by smoke of incense
of my wildest fantasies have come true.
I can see, hold, touch, (kiss)
the prophesied Messiah-child.
I rest in peace knowing past glories
of Jerusalem, of David, will be restored.
Very soon.

------Luke 2:25-35
Now there was a man in Jerusalem called Simeon, who was righteous and devout. He was waiting for the consolation of Israel, and the Holy Spirit was on him. It had been revealed to him by the Holy Spirit that he would not die before he had seen the Lord’s Messiah. Moved by the Spirit, he went into the temple courts. When the parents brought in the child Jesus to do for him what the custom of the Law required, Simeon took him in his arms and praised God, saying: “Sovereign Lord, as you have promised,
    you may now dismiss your servant in peace.
For my eyes have seen your salvation,
which you have prepared in the sight of all nations:
a light for revelation to the Gentiles,
    and the glory of your people Israel.”
The child’s father and mother marveled at what was said about him. Then Simeon blessed them and said to Mary, his mother: “This child is destined to cause the falling and rising of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be spoken against, so that the thoughts of many hearts will be revealed. And a sword will pierce your own soul too.”

Taylor Swift and Tony Conti Fishing In Gennesaret #TaylorDateTony

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

+--------Taylor Swift and Tony Conti Fishing In Gennesaret

Taylor, my heart is Simon
Peter landlocked, angst-ridden,
embattled in contretemps with
varying emotions as other fishermen,
tensions rising over fish of dating
opportunities lost, hanging its (empty)
net of ambitions to find love
out to dry against sullen rocks,
its two boats of hope and joy left
behind drifting on still waters. Oh
babes, but whenever I see you in
magazines I see my savior of romance
standing poised in the hull of one
of the boats – daring me to try again
to cast into deep waters expecting
a significant catch. Though Ive worked
so hard lately and haven’t caught
anything. Oh Taytay if you’d take me
out to Starbucks…kiss me, smile at
me, I swear it’d be a thousand fish,
my nets of girlfriend expectations
would be so full they’d begin to break.
I’d be your loyal apostle from then on.    


------Luke 5:1-11
One day as Jesus was standing by the Lake of Gennesaret, the people were crowding around him and listening to the word of God. He saw at the water’s edge two boats, left there by the fishermen, who were washing their nets. He got into one of the boats, the one belonging to Simon, and asked him to put out a little from shore. Then he sat down and taught the people from the boat. When he had finished speaking, he said to Simon, “Put out into deep water, and let down the nets for a catch.” Simon answered, “Master, we’ve worked hard all night and haven’t caught anything. But because you say so, I will let down the nets.” When they had done so, they caught such a large number of fish that their nets began to break. So they signaled their partners in the other boat to come and help them, and they came and filled both boats so full that they began to sink. When Simon Peter saw this, he fell at Jesus’ knees and said, “Go away from me, Lord; I am a sinful man!” For he and all his companions were astonished at the catch of fish they had taken, and so were James and John, the sons of Zebedee, Simon’s partners. Then Jesus said to Simon, “Don’t be afraid; from now on you will fish for people.” So they pulled their boats up on shore, left everything and followed him.

Tony Conti's Heart Adrift Without Taylor Swift #TaylorDateTony

* Jesus pray for me
* Saints pray for me
* Mark pray for me
* Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony
#TeamTaylor

+--------Tony Conti's Heart Adrift Without Taylor Swift

Oh Taylor my heart is adrift,
my emotions a boat in choppy
waters, my hopes of finding
a girlfriend twelve disciples
huddled together, jaws tightly clenched,
blanched faces, shoulders rubbing,
skin-on-skin, tunics shed and afraid
(of never being wanted). And
singleness prolonged is like a fierce
squall that stirs up desolate waves that
threaten my drowning. A life of romance
capsized. Oh babes, I imagine you
at the bottom of the hull of
my fantasies sleeping, my dating
life’s savior of celestial blue eyes
and golden hair of angels. You’d stand
up suddenly and yell “Quiet! Be still!”
There'd be total serenity as you took
me to Starbucks, kissed me. Shocked
people'd exclaim - “Who is this?
Even the wind and the waves of Tony’s
former loneliness obey her!”

------Mark 4:35-41
That day when evening came, he said to his disciples, “Let us go over to the other side.” Leaving the crowd behind, they took him along, just as he was, in the boat. There were also other boats with him.  A furious squall came up, and the waves broke over the boat, so that it was nearly swamped. Jesus was in the stern, sleeping on a cushion. The disciples woke him and said to him, “Teacher, don’t you care if we drown?” He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, “Quiet! Be still!” Then the wind died down and it was completely calm. He said to his disciples, “Why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?” They were terrified and asked each other, “Who is this? Even the wind and the waves obey him!”

Justin "Baal" Bieber Slain

* Jesus pray for me
* Othniel pray for me
* Saints pray for me
* Dedicated to #TonyvsBiebs
*Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony
#IamOthniel

+--------Justin "Baal" Bieber Slain

Justin you have traded respectful
homage to Taylor Swift for
the worship of Kanye and Kim’s
flippancy – the temple of Baal and
Asherah torch lit. Perverse rituals of
libel like sexual orgies, bloody
altars of character assassination
of the pure…of children sacrificed,
frescoes of seven planets and twelve
zodiac signs of their galactic
megalomania adorning walls elicits
American disgust, the very anger
of God. You sold Taylor to public
scoffing, mockery -Cushan-Rishathaim,
King of Aram Naharaim - with THAT
snide snapchat message! And now
the spirit of #TeamTaylor has come
upon me, Othniel son of Kenaz
imbued with seething, to make war,
to emancipate TayTay's dignity
with the sword, to overpower you
with words. Your career is in a tailspin
you overrated, always off-key, irrelevant
musician. Beneficiary of Usher and
ghost-writers, forever.


------Judges 3:7-11
The Israelites did evil in the eyes of the Lord; they forgot the Lord their God and served the Baals and the Asherahs. The anger of the Lord burned against Israel so that he sold them into the hands of Cushan-Rishathaim king of Aram Naharaim, to whom the Israelites were subject for eight years. But when they cried out to the Lord, he raised up for them a deliverer, Othniel son of Kenaz, Caleb’s younger brother, who saved them. The Spirit of the Lord came on him, so that he became Israel’s judge and went to war. The Lord gave Cushan-Rishathaim king of Aram into the hands of Othniel, who overpowered him. So the land had peace for forty years, until Othniel son of Kenaz died.