Taylor Swift The Prophet Of Tony Conti's Love Life #taylordatetony #taylorswift #wcw #oscars #music

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+------Taylor Swift The Prophet Of Tony Conti's Love Life

Taylor, my singleness is
a presage, a widowed
mother in Zarephath;
My heart her son 
recently succumbed
to illness- of other girls’
dating refusals, conversing
with the death angel of
Romantic wretchedness
prolonged. But babes!
Your divine blue eyes hopeful
like a Hebrew prophet’s,
your soft lips, gorgeous
face like allies of angels
proclaiming promise and
optimism to Sidon. If you
took me to Starbucks,
like you stretching out
over me 3 times, if we
kissed, like resurrection-pleas
of your compassion: “Lord
my God, let [Tony’s love] life
return to him [as my bae]!”

------1 Kings 17:17-24
Some time later the son of the woman who owned the house became ill. He grew worse and worse, and finally stopped breathing. She said to Elijah, “What do you have against me, man of God? Did you come to remind me of my sin and kill my son?” “Give me your son,” Elijah replied. He took him from her arms, carried him to the upper room where he was staying, and laid him on his bed. Then he cried out to the Lord, “Lord my God, have you brought tragedy even on this widow I am staying with, by causing her son to die?” Then he stretched himself out on the boy three times and cried out to the Lord, “Lord my God, let this boy’s life return to him!” The Lord heard Elijah’s cry, and the boy’s life returned to him, and he lived.  Elijah picked up the child and carried him down from the room into the house. He gave him to his mother and said, “Look, your son is alive!”
Then the woman said to Elijah, “Now I know that you are a man of God and that the word of the Lord from your mouth is the truth.”

A Prophet's Watch

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+------A Prophet's Watch; The Thoughts Of  Elijah Raising The Widow's Son

The anachronism of it all.
Your mother told me she used
to talk with you of Adam
scooping
out cursed-earth to fit
the body of Abel, his son; of
Cain scarred, slouched
shoulders sobbing in Nod. (Mom’s
ethnology to discourage strife). 
I think now of that night: The
blood moon rising, scowling
atop a flat world of sin. Of owls'
screeches on hunts for the
weak. And…I will not stand
for it anymore. I couldn’t interfere
then but now I can. Lying on your
stomach three times, I whisper
in succession: “God. Is.
Resurrection.” That no one should
die in the presence of a prophet.


------1 Kings 17:17-24
Some time later the son of the woman who owned the house became ill. He grew worse and worse, and finally stopped breathing. She said to Elijah, “What do you have against me, man of God? Did you come to remind me of my sin and kill my son?” “Give me your son,” Elijah replied. He took him from her arms, carried him to the upper room where he was staying, and laid him on his bed. Then he cried out to the Lord, “Lord my God, have you brought tragedy even on this widow I am staying with, by causing her son to die?” Then he stretched himself out on the boy three times and cried out to the Lord, “Lord my God, let this boy’s life return to him!” The Lord heard Elijah’s cry, and the boy’s life returned to him, and he lived.  Elijah picked up the child and carried him down from the room into the house. He gave him to his mother and said, “Look, your son is alive!” Then the woman said to Elijah, “Now I know that you are a man of God and that the word of the Lord from your mouth is the truth.”

Sodom Burning

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+------Sodom Burning; The Words The Angels Spoke To Lot As They Carried Him Away To Safety

We…must go. Stitch
together, still trembling, whatever
memories you can of your old
life waning; In fire, brimstone,
sulfur burning-  a hare fleeing
the rising moon, sidestepping
talons of night-owl-swoops,
his eyes orange, wings
outstretched whispering varied
incantations of “murder.” For
a destiny, grandiose, beckons
you, all Abraham’s seed, away
from opulence. Come, heed
the secret of angels: Sodom,
Gomorrah, this earth
as you now know it…can
never be Man’s home. Your hearts
were designed restive.
You will keep running (from chaos)
until you get back to Eden. 

------Genesis 19:15-26
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.

Tony Conti's Past (Love) Life Burning; Taylor Swift's Merciful Rescue #taylordatetony #wcw #taylorswift #valentinesday

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+------Tony Conti's Past  (Love) Life Burning; Taylor Swift's  Merciful Rescue

Taylor, its burning;
My heart as Sodom,
as Gomorrah, twin
Mesopotamian cities of my
earnest romantic efforts-
debauched…dating rejection
by cruel girls’ like lecherous
men murderous that ignore the
widows’ plight and the poor.
My melancholy composite rains
of fire/brimstone/sulfur falling,
mirth's markets melting, rising
black smoke palling all joy. But
babes! Your radiant smile, soft
lips, Edenic. Your charm is
two angels merciful, clasping my
scant hope’s hands leading me
to safety. If you took me to
Starbucks, smiled at me,
like my dating life rebooted,
like us migrating to Zoar,
the town of New Beginnings.
Me never looking back. 

------Genesis 19:15-26
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.

The Grammys Slain (For Taylor Swift) #taylordatetony #TonyvsTheGrammys #Grammys

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+------The Grammys Slain (For Taylor Swift)

2019 Recording Academy…
your grand snub of Taylor Swift
is infernal music-treachery
sempiternal; Your callous
souls red, Luciferic, horned. Like
the General of prodigious armies
Gog and Magog – soldiers lecherous
with black irises blinded to
true talent, copper battle axes
of pride for necks of rising
avant-garde artists' dreams -
marching. To encircle Tay’s
soul: the City of God, Creative.
But my love for her is fire of all
Swifties’ disdain for your disregard,
falling from miffed skies scorching
egos. May your shame be a hulking
Angel retributive. Hurling
your joy into a lake of burning sulfur
of TV ratings poor. Where the beast
and false prophet of discordant,
laughable albums forever are.

------Revelation 20:7-10
When the thousand years are over, Satan will be released from his prison and will go out to deceive the nations in the four corners of the earth—Gog and Magog—and to gather them for battle. In number they are like the sand on the seashore. They marched across the breadth of the earth and surrounded the camp of God’s people, the city he loves. But fire came down from heaven and devoured them. And the devil, who deceived them, was thrown into the lake of burning sulfur, where the beast and the false prophet had been thrown. They will be tormented day and night for ever and ever.

Why?

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#IamBarabbas

+------Why? ; The Thoughts Of Barabbas Recently  Freed'

A curse, maybe, but
I have always by chaos
been charmed. A child, I smirked
learning of Hera
chucking infant Hephaestus
from Mount Olympus lame.
Pirouetting in descent. A royal
forced to forge his way by charcoal,
smut, sweat, flames like
the rest of us. So inciting
murderous insurgents...revolting
was easy, reflexive even, once this
slavish plight of Hebrews overwhelmed.
The night I was arrested, I lead a band
of men in choral rage, cursing Caesar’s
name, wolves howling at the moon.
We all drenched in Roman innocents’
blood. So I don’t deserve this (Jesus
crucified in my stead). Why me? Why?


------Matthew 27:15-26
Now it was the governor’s custom at the festival to release a prisoner chosen by the crowd. At that time they had a well-known prisoner whose name was Jesus Barabbas. So when the crowd had gathered, Pilate asked them, “Which one do you want me to release to you: Jesus Barabbas, or Jesus who is called the Messiah?” For he knew it was out of self-interest that they had handed Jesus over to him. While Pilate was sitting on the judge’s seat, his wife sent him this message: “Don’t have anything to do with that innocent man, for I have suffered a great deal today in a dream because of him.” But the chief priests and the elders persuaded the crowd to ask for Barabbas and to have Jesus executed. “Which of the two do you want me to release to you?” asked the governor.
“Barabbas,” they answered. “What shall I do, then, with Jesus who is called the Messiah?” Pilate asked. They all answered, “Crucify him!” “Why? What crime has he committed?” asked Pilate. But they shouted all the louder, “Crucify him!” When Pilate saw that he was getting nowhere, but that instead an uproar was starting, he took water and washed his hands in front of the crowd. “I am innocent of this man’s blood,” he said. “It is your responsibility!” All the people answered, “His blood is on us and on our children!” Then he released Barabbas to them. But he had Jesus flogged, and handed him over to be crucified.

Until We Meet Again

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+------Until We  Meet Again; The Words Of Abraham's Three Visitors In Mamre

Friend, you mustn’t
muse melancholic (hopeless)
in Mamre (with Cain’s scars)
anymore. An owl boarding
gusts of nightly winds
illumined by the moon’s
austere gaze on the cursed
…to survey a prey-less
expanse hungry. Next year,
your wife’s barren womb
abundant- Her birth of a nation.
A boy-predecessor to the One
who will show you the Way
back to Eden. To join Us waiting. 

------Genesis 18:1-10
The Lord appeared to Abraham near the great trees of Mamre while he was sitting at the entrance to his tent in the heat of the day. Abraham looked up and saw three men standing nearby. When he saw them, he hurried from the entrance of his tent to meet them and bowed low to the ground. He said, “If I have found favor in your eyes, my lord, do not pass your servant by. Let a little water be brought, and then you may all wash your feet and rest under this tree. Let me get you something to eat, so you can be refreshed and then go on your way—now that you have come to your servant.” “Very well,” they answered, “do as you say.” So Abraham hurried into the tent to Sarah. “Quick,” he said, “get three seahs of the finest flour and knead it and bake some bread.” Then he ran to the herd and selected a choice, tender calf and gave it to a servant, who hurried to prepare it. He then brought some curds and milk and the calf that had been prepared, and set these before them. While they ate, he stood near them under a tree. “Where is your wife Sarah?” they asked him. “There, in the tent,” he said. Then one of them said, “I will surely return to you about this time next year, and Sarah your wife will have a son.

Tom Brady, The (GOAT) Whale In Atlanta #tonyandtom #patriots #nfl #superbowl #tombrady

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+------Tom Brady,  The (GOAT) Whale In Atlanta

Tom, the media’s ageist
reviling, your team’s
injuries, four regular season
losses…a presage in Atlanta
(Nineveh), burgeoning Champions’
metropolis. The affect on Pat’s
fans, your coaches, teammates-
like a fretful prophet's flight to a fear
filled port to board a ship. Sailing on seas
of servile unbelief to defeatists’ land
far off, Tarshish. The pressure to win: 
seamen nervous tossing weak hearts
overboard. But your nine years’
Superbowl experience is a refuge
in the deep. Your QB acumen,
precision passing, infectious leadership,
like a giant whale swallowing all
doubts whole. Challenging your team’s
faith. Spewing them back on the shore
to destroy the Rams, claim their
2019 Lombardi trophy.
 
------Jonah 1:17
Now the Lord provided a huge fish to swallow Jonah, and Jonah was in the belly of the fish three days and three nights.

Taylor Swift's Whale Of Compassion For Tony Conti #taylordatetony #taylorswift #wcw

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+------Taylor Swift's Whale Of Compassion For Tony Conti

Taylor, my heart is
a prophet on the lam,
wholly unnerved. Fleeing
faith in finding romance
as a minatory metropolis
contemptible, Nineveh.
To sail hapless seas
of dating rejection’s
sorrow, tossed overboard
by seamen of other girls’ disdain.
To mourn in the most distant
land of perpetual singleness.
Tarshish. But babes! Your
beauty a warm refuge salvific,
your blue eyes like the sky
pure in Eden before the Fall.
If you took me to Starbucks,
kissed me, like a whale
swallowing all my reticence
whole. Ushering me back to face
my fears boldly. Spewing
me on the shore to love again.

------Jonah 1:17
Now the Lord provided a huge fish to swallow Jonah, and Jonah was in the belly of the fish three days and three nights.