Just What I Am (Lets Do This St. Peezy!!!)

* Dedicated to St. Paul

* Dedicated to Kid Cudi, Just What I Am

St. Paul, what up son???? St. Peezy how you livin fam? Ahhh, Im so excited dawg! I don’t even know what Im bout to write for real! St. Paul, Im Catholic, riiiiiiiight? So you know I believe in the full unbroken, living and active communion of the saints, werd! So concomitantly dat means I have full license to pray to you son! SO IM PRAYING RIGHT NOW THAT YOU WOULD SPEAK TO ME! SPEAK WORDS INTO THIS POEM SON! LETS GO!!!!!! WOOOOO!!!! (Can I get an Amen?!!!! Amen!!!!)

----------------/ Acts Chronicles Chapter 22 (Part 1): All That I Am, No Longer Can Be; Paul’s Thoughts On Being Interrogated By the Jews Enveloped In Dust

Dirt plumes have a way of mimicking nebular haze  

a burst of thickened mass (before fading)

into which we externalize fears, euphorias and utopias

visioning the life we always thought we should’ve lived,

the duration of which seems to extend

forever. I was a Roman Jew straddling two worlds

trying to embrace both, warmly, cleaving to one

passionately kissing the other wryly avoiding

jealousy; fine wine flowing down my chin

wiped with hands cloaked in blasphemers’ blood,

sneering drunkenness of the damned misguided.

I distinctly remembering sleeping soundly each night.

I wanted, at that time, to fashion myself piety’s paragon,

wielding the same Roman knife that

protects citizenry against both insurrection and unorthodoxy

wearing Caesar’s olive wreath and riding Elijah’s chariot

in the sky. Yet this selfsame dust spurs delusional difference

with mixed opinion amongst my detractors,

it accentuates a visage in stark contrast

to the maddened fanatics that dispersed it enraged,

in it they see in me the face, and silhouette, of a Philistine resurrected

amassing the courage of David to beat with false accusations

that ping like rocks that impale with spears

of a centurion. As the cloud dissipates my eyes focus

with clarity

(on all I once was and just what  I am now)

my two worlds spurning me, two lives of prestige

wrenching themselves from my body like a cruel dissection,

a certificate of divorce issued from the beloved,

of torture at the hands of those who hate me.

Saul the Pharisee, Saul the citizen of Tarsus

enjoining their voices with the cacophonous calls for murder:

Kill Paul...he is no longer worthy

to be one of us

--------------------Acts 22:22-23

And they listened to him until this word, and then they raised their voices and said, “Away with such a fellow from the earth, for he is not fit to live!” Then, as they cried out and tore off their clothes and threw dust into the air,

----------------Just What I Am Lyrics

[Verse 1: King Chip]

I'm just what you made God

Not many I trust

I'mma go my own way, God

Take my faith to wherever you wanast

I'm out here, on my son

Won't stop 'til I get me some

Club-hoppin', tryin' to get me some

Bad b*es wanna get me sprung

Early in the morning, I'm wakin' bakin', drinkiExplainn', contemplatin'

Ain't no such thing as Satan, evil is what you make it

Thank the Lord for that burning bush

That big body benz I was born to push

On my way I'm burning kush

Nigga don't be worried 'bout us

Neighbors knockin' on the door, asking can we turn it down

I say, "Ain't no music on" she said, "Naw, that weed is loud"

Nigga, we ballin', straight swaggin'

Lost Hawk, but I'm maintainin'

I've been told that I'm amazing

Make sure keep that fire blazin', weed livin'

[Hook: Kid Cudi]

I need smoke

I need to smoke

Who gon' hold me down now

I want to get higher

I want to get higher

Need it to get by, ya

Can you get me higher?

I want to get higher

I want to get higher

Need it to get by, ya

Can you get me higher?

I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made God

I'm just what you made God (Nee-need it)

I'm just what you made God, what you made God

I'm just what you made God

[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]

Let me tell you 'bout my month y'all

Endless shopping, I had a ball

I had to ball for therapy

My shrink don't think that helps at all

Whatever, that man ain't wearing these leather pants

I diagnose my damn self

These damn pills ain't working fam

In my spare time

Punching walls, F*ing up my hand

I know that shit sound super cray

But if you had my life you'd understand

But, I can't fold, some poor soul got it way worse

We're all troubled, in a world of trouble

It's scary to have a kid walk this Earth

I'm what you made God

F* yes I'm so odd

Thinking 'bout all my old friends

Who weren't my friends all along

Hm, when it rains it pours

Whiksey bottles of the six and fours

Everyday the first things a chore

Amidst a dream with no exit doors

[Hook]

[Outro]

Need it to get by, ya

Willy

Aaron’s Dreams and Nightmares

* dedicated to Meek Mill, Dreams and Nightmares

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S8gfqs1-NuE

-----------------------/Aaron’s Diary [Part 1] – Aaron’s Dreams and Nightmares – Thoughts While Moses Is Away

Scarab beetles pinch, jackals growl advancing towards me

howling

their eyes glow and mouths froth heralded by foul breath, the stench of death

horrid, the proof of a rich heritage of biting.

They, projecting their thoughts of blood telepathically to me

as emissaries announcing their intent;

a short distance behind them a crescendo builds: the war horn of Egyptian soldiers in lockstep

determinedly follow as I start to hyperventilate yet my limp limbs leaden

are so heavy I cant move, and my voice is so petrified it goes mute…..I cant signal for help.  

On the other side of consciousness my sweet Elisheb

cradling my convulsing body singing– the promises of Moses –

tender cadences of assurance that his return is imminent….

Glory has not forsaken me so I can return to sleeping.

Yet the people beyond my tent, and the tabernacle murmur insurrection

(in my dreams, my nightmares and my waking)

the perilous insecurities of back scars, anger of rebels,

welts on chins from punches from tyrannical warlords, and the shrill screams,

sickening, of babies in continuous squalor haunt them,

and I fear they are one more night from delirium and I one moon removed

from suicide. We need a totem of hope

in the face of adversity to stand strong and resolute like a bull made of gold,

to cultivate an honorable rapport  with the nations flanking us rebuffing

our former oppressors’ rebukes of intimidation – that for those daring enough to defect

there are only skeletons beyond the Red Sea.

As a boy I knew Yahweh not, my scabbed feet callous from building pyramids in hot sand

forty days in his absence has supplanted the bellowing of Pharaoh on opposite shores

exhilaration of impossible feats, the newness of our liberation;

trust in a new God

paranoia is replacing painful patience in the face of an unruly mob of Hebrews…

questioning Moses… (and needing to be placated)

without faith and guidance and prayer and hope we all must return

Im sorry

to the foreign pagan gods we once knew

and may only ever know.

(maybe we were foolish to hope – obtuse to smile)

---------------------Exodus 32:1-6

And when the people saw that Moses delayed to come down out of the mount, the people gathered themselves together unto Aaron, and said unto him, Up, make us gods, which shall go before us; for as for this Moses, the man that brought us up out of the land of Egypt, we wot not what is become of him. And Aaron said unto them, Break off the golden earrings, which are in the ears of your wives, of your sons, and of your daughters, and bring them unto me. And all the people brake off the golden earrings which were in their ears, and brought them unto Aaron. And he received them at their hand, and fashioned it with a graving tool, after he had made it a molten calf: and they said, These be thy gods, O Israel, which brought thee up out of the land of Egypt. And when Aaron saw it, he built an altar before it; and Aaron made proclamation, and said, To morrow is a feast to the Lord. And they rose up early on the morrow, and offered burnt offerings, and brought peace offerings; and the people sat down to eat and to drink, and rose up to play.

-----Dreams and Nightmares Lyrics

Ain't this what they've been waiting for?

 You ready?

I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this

 So I had to grind like that to shine like this

 In a matter of time I spent on some locked up s*

 In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists

 See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true

 It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"

 If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view

 Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said, "Achoo"

 Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeeze

 I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between

 Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lionhearted

 They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed

 I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an artist

 No crawling, went straight to walkin' with foreign cars in my garage

 Got foreign b* m*, f*', suckin', and swallowin'

 Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em

 I did it without an album

 I did s* with Mariah

 Lil' nigga I'm on fire

 Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I'm Flyer

 When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased

 Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace

 Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot

 Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the parking spot

 You ain't talkin' bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout?

 Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don't talk a lot

 I don't say a word, I don't say a word

 Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve f* nigga

 Hold up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?

 When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented?

 Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach

 Double M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant

 I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke

 That Lambo, my new b*, she'll ride like my ghost

 I'm ridin' around my city with my hands strapped around my toast

 Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home

 Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need some milk

 These niggas tryna take my life, they f* around get killed

 You f* around, you f* around, you f* around, get smoked

 Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't f* around, no joke

 All I know is murder, when it comes to me

 I got young niggas that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' b's

 I done did the DOAs, I done did the KODs

 Every time I'm in that b* I get to throwin' 30 G's

 Now I'm hanging out that drop head, I'm riding down on Collins

 They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin'

 We young niggas and we mobbin', like Batman and we're robbin' (Robin)

 This 2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'

 I'm like real nigga what up, real nigga what up

 If you ain't about that murder game then p* nigga shut up

 If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get your p* a* stuck up

 When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good

 Catch me down in MIA, at that heat game on wood

 With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could

 Boy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o'clock

 And they be throwing deuces on the same nigga they watch

 And I'm the king of my city cause I'm still calling them shots

 And these lames talking that bulls* the same niggas that flock

 I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock

 The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot

 And these niggas hating on me, hoes waiting on me

 Still on that hood s*, my Rolls Royce on E

 They gon' remember me, I say remember me

 So much money have ya friends turn into enemies

 And with these beef I turn my enemies to memories

 With them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up

 Broke nigga turn rich, love the game like Mitch

 And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my d*?

 It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist

 Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first touched that brick

 I'm gone

MyTwo Kings @ 2 a.m.

 

Click here for resources on how to beat a porn addiction!!!!

--------------/Two Kings @ 2 a.m.

Last night while on my laptop seeking Porn,

that great deluge of masochistic passion, in my eyes’ periphery

two men on the pinnacle of the temple of integrity fighting-

and no, this wasn’t a pop-up ad-

in the holy city Jerusalem, birthplace of pure intention

tense debating raged

on matters of principle rather than illicit sex to my shame,

one man smirking his nemesis aghast in the wilderness of testing.

Beholden to the drama of this vast landscape

of briars and morality thorn-ed, wild beasts of fantastical debauchery

dialectic of guilt and anonymity, I stalled

at http://www... momentarily forsaking bare breasts.

The tempter hooded horned and ornery…so cruel

exuded cynicism, deceit; brazen heckling for his foe

with taunts goading

“bend over backwards, cede an allowance for Tony

turn his stones of perseverance to self-indulgent masturbatory bread,

on a wager.”

His cooper crown tilted, he would abdicate the throne

kingdoms of immediate pleasure and joy requited for my fall:

a broken marriage, discourteous views of women, a soul corroded

(yet ultimately forgiven protected by angels of sexual expression 

who will bear those up who don’t deny their eyes; take pills

the morning after)

if only the other bent his knee arms raised in worship of my idolatry

and me forever addicted and incomplete

wicked adulation and praise for a hedonistic king.  

The Savior, propitiatory protagonist, on his head

a golden crown set proper

stood indignantly opposed with an inspiringly stern gaze.

Earnest, even effulgent, throughout the entire ordeal

suffused with calm, for a better and more virtuous way insisting

on my true happiness not counterfeit orgasms. He retorted

“holiness is bread enough for Tony

dough of restraint, yeast of internet content filtering” while

condemning putting upper limits of human sexuality to the test

suggesting instead a warm embrace from a contented wife

holding in his hand a scepter of purity and abstinence a totem

to lasting peace.

The dignity of women, realization of my true manhood

hanging in the balance between two men with crowns,

two kings of fate

battling for limited space, position as they await my decision

 at 2 a.m. in the morning

------------Matthew 4:1-11

Then Jesus was led by the spirit into the desert, to be tempted by the devil. And when he had fasted forty days and forty nights, afterwards he was hungry. And the tempter coming said to him: If thou be the Son of God, command that these stones be made bread. Who answered and said: It is written, Not in bread alone doth man live, but in every word that proceedeth from the mouth of God. Then the devil took him up into the holy city, and set him upon the pinnacle of the temple, And said to him: If thou be the Son of God, cast thyself down, for it is written: That he hath given his angels charge over thee, and in their hands shall they bear thee up, lest perhaps thou dash thy foot against a stone. Jesus said to him: It is written again: Thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy God. Again the devil took him up into a very high mountain, and shewed him all the kingdoms of the world, and the glory of them, And said to him: All these will I give thee, if falling down thou wilt adore me. Then Jesus saith to him: Begone, Satan: for it is written, The Lord thy God shalt thou adore, and him only shalt thou serve. Then the devil left him; and behold angels came and ministered to him.

Hiram (Before [sexy green eyed] King Solomon)

* dedicated to Alesana (my FAVORITE band), Seduction (click here to watch the video). This song reminds me of Jennifer, I see her face when I hear each melodic guitar chord!

* dedicated to Jennifer D.

Jennifer, its been five years since I first penned for you the excitement of my ethereal crush on you; Since (rejecting my overture), I hear you have become engaged to a purportedly [tall] dashing man, a development which I must say I cannot begrudge you for, and have all but abandoned me to the corroded pillars of the fallen empire of my long expired happy memories of us exchanging pleasantries. I will not…, I lack the capability for, even, forgetting your green eyes.  

Yet as if leaving me for dead while you canoodle with your new beau isnt bad enough, how can you betray my broken heart by looking at me intently in the White Flint Mall parking lot? Why not ignore me from now on, rather than dig up and unearth my fragile emotions of the past? WHY NOT IGNORE ME??? DON’T YOU, DON’T….DONT CHU LOOK AT ME!!!! HOW DARE YOU…..(baby).

-------------/Hiram

I helped you build your Kingdom,

grandiose Temple of indomitable self-esteem with the surety of male desire,  

of flattery, cedar of my romantic inducements like doors the cypress of my gazing

serving as the outer court for singing praises embellishing your fashion

your body, your breasts

timber the walls of my reinforcing affections and gold of the earnestness of my ambition

a metaphor for the sincerity and considerable value of my intentionality.

The construction of our rapport together, with its requisite innuendo

and double entendre was a marvel to behold enthralling and drawing the masses

(even your mom knew of our chemistry). We inspired worship of interracial heterosexual affinity

Adam and Eve reunited sans all the bickering before expulsion from Paradise.

In time, commensurate with my attraction

so did my expectations grow in anticipation of us kissing

wed to one another

at the altar of Solomon/ecstasy but I would have contentedly settled for twenty cities-

august- of your undivided attention in the smitten couple’s land of Galilee; lush verdant acres

swanky furnishings elegant architectural design, exotic décor from

peoples formerly conquered – boyfriends you deemed less than me   

Yet, in an instant you left me besmirched:

watching you in the arms of a taller, sterner, robotic man

feels like inheriting shoddy ersatz towns fitting for a leper colony

“What are these cities which you have given me, Jennifer?” in return for my passion

my letters of affinity and proclamations of my devotion?

I asked you out to lunch and you ask me to accept impudence;

Royal chutzpah from an Israelite king who can just ramrod feelings, utter abandonment

as I nurse my wounds of the spurned.  Reluctantly…..

here, take 120 talents of my lasting memories of us making a pact of peace

and concord

but turn around with your new beau and go –

Please don’t ever look at me again

{with your beguiling sexy green eyes….)

---------1 Kings 9:10-14

 It came about at the end of twenty years in which Solomon had built the two houses, the house of the LORD and the king’s house (Hiram king of Tyre had supplied Solomon with cedar and cypress timber and gold according to all his desire), then King Solomon gave Hiram twenty cities in the land of Galilee. So Hiram came out from Tyre to see the cities which Solomon had given him, and they did not please him. He said, “What are these cities which you have given me, my brother?” So they were called the land of Cabul to this day. And Hiram sent to the king 120 talents of gold.

---Seduction, lyrics

Sunlight warms my face only in dreams of you

 I know you'll wait for me...it's been too long

 Beautiful eyes. beautiful lies to dull the pain

 Beautiful eyes, beautiful lies...you're killing me

 I would wait for years just to feel you again

 I will die without you...would you my love?

 Beautiful eyes, beautiful lies pour from your mouth as

 You scream his name...you're killing me

Cries escape your sweet voice as I kiss you one last time

 ...One last time...

 Do you remember me and our beautiful affair?

 Look in my eyes and honestly tell me our love is gone!

 Why have you turned your back on me?

 One day you'll wake up and realize your mistake

Ice runs through my veins as I stand face to face with

 The one who stole it all

 Compassion is not an option

Cries escape your sweet voice as I kiss you one last time

 ...One last time...

 Do you remember me and our beautiful affair?

 Look in my eyes and honestly tell me our love is gone!

 Why have you turned your back on me?

 One day you'll wake up

 Realize your mistake!

In love we're one, inseparable, pathetic lust, thus we crumble

 I saw your eyes, I wiped your tears, I waited for you...

Who do you see with eyes shut tight?

 Regret will be your bride [x3]

 Goodbye...

Do you remember me and our beautiful affair?

 Look in my eyes and honestly tell me our love is gone!

 Why have you turned your back on me?

 One day you'll wake up and realize...

 Cries escape your sweet voice as I paint my own goodbye

Inebriation of the Virtuous

* St Therese of Lisieux, pray for me

* Dedicated to Lil Wayne No Worries

If a person dies, will they live again? Job 14:14

Then saith he to Thomas, Reach hither thy finger, and behold my hands; and reach hither thy hand, and thrust it into my side: and be not faithless, but believing – John 20:27

-----------/Inebriation of the Virtuous; Jesus Words' To His Disciples Huddled in a Room in Fear 

Let us drink wine to ghosts

of the past, whips, soldiers’ spittle of scorn and Jewish

and Roman enmity that put rust distressed nails in my hands,

whilst you inform Joseph my tomb may be used for other men

bleeding and who in exasperating last breaths can only clutch resentment  

on this night candles quivering tensely, my disciples coddled by sorrow,

in a suffocating room. I can no longer hear throngs sneering

or thieves…flanking me on crosses mocking, heaven’s throne

and my Father’s joyous smile supervening

as Im reminded and only dwell on finer things: love, joy, peace,

forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,

gentleness and self-control.  

Against these thoughts stands no law and against my nemeses

I sit above victorious, prismatic and bathed in aureola-

a beacon of hope shining in dark enclosed spaces

of fear, the sweating and discomfort of fates

decided by cynical and superfluous Pharisees of malice prowling,

to give testimony: youre best days are ahead of you

the past bloodied, battered and buried with a man on a cross

disgraced for sure, as you now are but

latterly raised – now standing before you with Good News

while the misguided continue sleuthing for hidden bodies,

empty graves, (lives filled with regret)      

Touch them, these scars are relics of the past,  

of habitual sin, of coarse continuous condemnation, of hate

thrust your hands into my side and take hold, spiritual flesh,

of a new body  

a belief in a new age where good men live forever

and that despite the odds, to those who have faith,

adversity is futility, crucifixion a phantom exiled

to defeatism…

good fodder for drinking stories of those who conquer

(who are resurrected to new life, enjoying grapes of the vine)

-----------1 Corinthians 15:12-19

Now if Christ is preached, that he has been raised from the dead, how do some among you say that there is no resurrection of the dead? But if there is no resurrection of the dead, not even Christ has been raised; and if Christ has not been raised, then our preaching is vain, your faith also is vain. Moreover we are even found to be false witnesses of God, because we witnessed against God that he raised Christ, whom he did not raise, if in fact the dead are not raised. For if the dead are not raised, not even Christ has been raised; and if Christ has not been raised, your faith is worthless; you are still in your sins. Then those also who have fallen asleep in Christ have perished. If we have hoped in Christ in this life only, we are of all people most to be pitied

2 Corinthians 5:17

Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new

Deuteronomy 21:22-23

“And if a man has committed a crime punishable by death and he is put to death, and you hang him on a tree, his body shall not remain all night on the tree, but you shall bury him the same day, for a hanged man is cursed by God. You shall not defile your land that the Lord your God is giving you for an inheritance

------------No Worries Lyrics

You can look me in my face (I ain’t got no worries) [x3]

See the sh-rooms keep me up (I ain’t got no worries) [x3]

You see money right there, yeah that’s Tunechi right there (turn up)

Yeah that’s Mack Maine right there, and we ain’t got no worries

You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there

See them sh-roomies right there we ain’t got no worries

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Tunechi in this bitch, e’rybody should be worried

Them pussy niggas be purring, b* be digging me I feel buried

And if she make this d* hard, she woke up a sleeping giant

Man your bitch speak in tongues every time we speak in private

Hope your barber shop open cause we got hair triggers

Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear, have to bear with us

And that Jeep with the doors off that means that b* sleek

All these b* think they’re the sh*, I sent them up sh* creek

You see Tunechi right here, give me brain ideas

It’s ok if you turn up just don’t turn off my light years

All I know is I do it what I’m smoking I grew it

These are Blood gang Piru, all rats gotta die even Stewart

On my private jet is my stewardess is your b* nigga, b* Nigga

I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers

You don’t get dissed, you get disfigured

She said sorry I didn’t shave so that p* is a little furry

I put that p* in my face I ain’t got no worries

Tunechi

[Hook: Detail]

[Verse 2: Lil Wanye]

We ain’t got no worries

She bad as a hooker, so she ain’t got no worries

She want me to eat her sugar I say why you in a hurry

She say why you asking questions I say b* you trynna be funny

Now take your f* clothes off, let me see that donkey kong

I swing you’re a* back and forth, back and forth on my monkey bars

That camel t* that camel t*, no worries no panty-hose

These niggas falling off like baggy clothes, I smoke more than a magic show

I swear I saw my ho, I swear she was with my ho

You know I f* them both, sore p* and sore throat

Bitch it’s Tunechi and I’m out here, no worries no worries

I would talk about my d*, but man that shit would be a long story

[Hook: Detail]

The Easter Bunny (Named Barabbas*) *I Told Yall I Was Gonna Murda Dis Dude!!!

------------------/The Easter Bunny (Barabbas)

 

You are a meretricious seducer of the people, (like a brazen murderer
brandishing a newly minted blade with a flamboyant gait)  
beard encrusted with layers, of past and present, slobbering
shrugging shoulders facing the impressionable masses - fiendishly grinning,
they singularly focused on the death of virtue, looking askance at it
as if condemnation were a frown
deafening screams mute their own conscience washing before them, hand wringing
over bowls of regret,
Pontius Pilate seeking pardon from inane imbecilic ignorance his own robe a hasty towel
satisfied only capriciously on fads of hedonistic frenzy
and misperceptions of salvation
and everlasting joy….hanging His head in innocent silence flanked by calloused Roman guard.  
The people cheer this on as you lay eggs as ruse; analogizing squalid rotten nails to snacks
we crack shells of joyous homage, pour salt on egg yolks,
candied eggs with caramel cream fillings rather than shed painful propitiatory tears
sentinels of hell show fanged teeth and howl at the moon prior to merciless lashes
thirty nine times with whips embellished with barbs of glass and rock
issuing wounds with scars that will never heal
never
ever
heal (not even in heaven, city with gold roads)
as you hop away twitching your fluffy tail; a fascinating ensnaring:
generational psychologies with skewed stances toward suffering.
Baskets of chocolate placate the masses
whilst you lead your blind adherents on paths descending down from Calvary
away from Golgotha the place of the skull, towards the Peep Store
revelry of the damned who don’t know they need a savior; Yet this plotting
planning and position are part and parcel to maleficent magnificent machinations -
murdering again on the grandest of scales, the grandest of stages
only now with tools of sublimity and bloodless sweeping sacrilege, suggestions
of alternatives to the saving of souls….
There is magic in your undulating whiskers
sophistry in your enlarged black eyes
you are Barabbas the con artist, who should have been crucified long ago
now you should die…
bleed

 -------------Matthew 27:15-24

Now at that feast the governor was wont to release unto the people a prisoner, whom they would. And they had then a notable prisoner, called Barabbas. Therefore when they were gathered together, Pilate said unto them, Whom will ye that I release unto you? Barabbas, or Jesus which is called Christ? For he knew that for envy they had delivered him. When he was set down on the judgment seat, his wife sent unto him, saying, Have thou nothing to do with that just man: for I have suffered many things this day in a dream because of him. But the chief priests and elders persuaded the multitude that they should ask Barabbas, and destroy Jesus. The governor answered and said unto them, Whether of the twain will ye that I release unto you? They said, Barabbas. Pilate saith unto them, What shall I do then with Jesus which is called Christ? They all say unto him, Let him be crucified. And the governor said, Why, what evil hath he done? But they cried out the more, saying, Let him be crucified. When Pilate saw that he could prevail nothing, but that rather a tumult was made, he took water, and washed his hands before the multitude, saying, I am innocent of the blood of this just person: see ye to it.