I Am Enoch. (Thank You Emma Watson) #emmawatson #tonywantsemma

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+------I Am Enoch. (Thank You Emma Watson)

Emma, my heart is a man
generations removed from
innocence, Romance’s Paradisiac
Garden fallen; My love-blunders
startling beasts of an erstwhile Amorous
Six-Days’ Creation; Stepping
atop twigs hollowed, charred
chrysanthemum and black-tipped
peony petals of dating
failure for 365 years. The smoke
of my heart breaking redolent
of flaming swords of Angels
barring admittance to second
chances…lingering in the night,
veiling stars of hope. But babes!
Your eyes are like a Presence,
Divine, alongside me. Walking. 
Your hair like heaven whispering
a sweet summons. Your smile like
choirs of cherubs entrancing
my soul to other realms in dreams.
Your soft lips on mine, like Translation
of my flesh into spirit, pure, forever: Like
disappearing to a world without pain. Not
here. If we held hands, flashbacks of Eden. 

------Genesis 5:21-24
Enoch lived sixty-five years, and begot Methuselah. After he begot Methuselah, Enoch walked with God three hundred years, and had sons and daughters. So all the days of Enoch were three hundred and sixty-five years. And Enoch walked with God; and he was not, for God took him.

My (Now) Empty Tomb of Dating Rejection #tonywantsemma #emmawatson

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+------My (Now) Empty  Tomb of Dating Rejection

Emma, the thought of your
smile is my heart’s hope –
two disciples, Peter, John,
with frantic gait in the morn…
(My chances for real
romance long since
dead, seemingly; my recent
dating rejection
thorn-briar-crown gash
wounds, crucifixion indelible,
on marriage’s last chance
for me, a Man Virgin born
to save my quixotic world.)
…rushing despite disbelief,
a mélange of three days’ emotions-
cynicism, joy, anger-
to my love life’s “Tomb”. 
But babes! Your lustrous
hair is loose linen, your
engrossing eyes a handkerchief
neatly folded in the cave in
a place by itself. Your charm,
the stone in the mouth rolled aside
hours ago. Rays of sun reaching
in to reveal no cadaver. If we kissed,
proof of dating-Resurrection
forever insurmountable.

------John 20:1-9
Now the first day of the week Mary Magdalene went to the tomb early, while it was still dark, and saw that the stone had been taken away from the tomb. Then she ran and came to Simon Peter, and to the other disciple, whom Jesus loved, and said to them, “They have taken away the Lord out of the tomb, and we do not know where they have laid Him.” Peter therefore went out, and the other disciple, and were going to the tomb. So they both ran together, and the other disciple outran Peter and came to the tomb first. And he, stooping down and looking in, saw the linen cloths lying there; yet he did not go in. Then Simon Peter came, following him, and went into the tomb; and he saw the linen cloths lying there, and the handkerchief that had been around His head, not lying with the linen cloths, but folded together in a place by itself. Then the other disciple, who came to the tomb first, went in also; and he saw and believed. For as yet they did not know the Scripture, that He must rise again from the dead.

Emma's Call #tonywantsemma #emmawatson

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+------Emma's Call

Emma, my heart is twelve
disciples, Hebrews hunched
in a wood boat of disappointment;
Hair windswept, robes billowing,
souls overpowered by
singleness’s intransigent gales.
Thoughts collective capsized
already, their minds dreading
loneliness’s (Leviathan’s)
eternal gaze. Erstwhile ambitions
of love in a seabed fossilized.
But babes, your red hair, lustrous,
is as a Man in an improbable
manger Virgin Born beneath a
roving Star. Your alluring eyes...
a dancer
on cynical waves of dating tumult.
If you kissed me, like an
Invitation to sojourn out of the
boat. To walk, as Peter, the
impossible
walk of Romance. Don’t let me
drown. Please.

------Matthew 14:22-31
And straightway Jesus constrained his disciples to get into a ship, and to go before him unto the other side, while he sent the multitudes away. And when he had sent the multitudes away, he went up into a mountain apart to pray: and when the evening was come, he was there alone. But the ship was now in the midst of the sea, tossed with waves: for the wind was contrary. And in the fourth watch of the night Jesus went unto them, walking on the sea. And when the disciples saw him walking on the sea, they were troubled, saying, It is a spirit; and they cried out for fear. But straightway Jesus spake unto them, saying, Be of good cheer; it is I; be not afraid. And Peter answered him and said, Lord, if it be thou, bid me come unto thee on the water. And he said, Come. And when Peter was come down out of the ship, he walked on the water, to go to Jesus. But when he saw the wind boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink, he cried, saying, Lord, save me. And immediately Jesus stretched forth his hand, and caught him, and said unto him, O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt?