Pisgah (Cuz Im 14 years older than her)

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 * dedicated to Touche Amore, Method Act and Condolences
http://youtu.be/ezGmEjx5baI
http://youtu.be/uW42cXVzttI

[19 year old girl, this is so difficult for me to unmask, to unmoor my reservations about its public perception.  But what choice have I? I am smitten….. But…have I disobeyed the divine social more? Have I struck the rock of impetuousness….?]


-------------/Pisgah

When we first met,
(courtyard of the Pharaoh*: a soul jaded, heart 14 years a slave
-to singleness-
my sandals smattered in blood of past romantic ambition strafed,
like old friends in Israel laying limp, their bodies over time decaying
mostly covered in sand, fingers half clasping at my ankles;
Egyptian task masters black and white young and old – hardened
girls giddily brandishing braided chords of spurning,
whips and beating
punching, starvation and cruelty, torturing me in their rejection
aghast that my desires to date them would grow to outnumber their excuses
in the land….)
you were just a notion. 
I never dared conceive an 18 year old girl named Canaan, 
emancipation from the drudgery of females my own age,
their bad attitudes like rotting fish in my tent, curdled milk of diseased goats
hurled from afar from taskmasters as cynics
a Hebrew people groaning for death rather than compromise….
traded in for the joy
of a land flowing with milk and honey of your coveted companionship
**** eyes.
My passion for you is like 10 plagues of an angry God
my embrace like hoards of frogs and lice in food and hair
my kiss like boils ravaging smooth skin
my devotion to you like thunder and lightning and pitch black
my hands caressing your face at our wedding
the angel of death killing the firstborn
smirks
OF EVERY GIRL WHO EVER HURT ME. BECAUSE IT DOESN’T MATTER ANYMORE
BECAUSE I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER.

But our age difference feels like aimless vagrant wandering,
40 years a patchwork mob murmuring.
On the good days
waiting for you is a cloud  of mere inconvenience by day
and pillar of unrequited amicable fire by night but on others
its meat chock full of worms,
squirming out the nostril of my patience,
thousands of dead men strewn out in one day.

And I feel like greater society would be like
“speak to the rock of her 20 something heart and wait at Kadesh”
in 10 years gushing water of appreciation and experience will issue forth
with maturity.
But I don’t want to wait. I cant. I hate Egypt and this aftertaste
has lingered way too long,
scars of being unwanted taking too long to scab.
I WILL HIT THIS ROCK OF OPPORTUNITY NOW AND TELL YOU OF MY LOVE.
I WILL TELL THE FACEBOOK WORLD OF MY LOVE NOW!!!!
Drink you dumb society drink
Drink you dumb decorum drink
I am 14 years older than her so what? (My intention like a staff.)

But like that vengeful deafening silence between enemies
gazing at hearts of stone, Pharaoh at mine, and mine at his
Hell’s double entendre,
Deep down inside I know all I will get from you is Pisgah
pleasantries and cordiality and dreams of Canaan,
but I will die looking at you
never inheriting the land

* Tyrant of a man’s desolation and perpetual loneliness without a wife and family

----------Deuteronomy 34:1-6
And Moses went up from the plains of Moab unto the mountain of Nebo, to the top of Pisgah, that is over against Jericho. And the Lord shewed him all the land of Gilead, unto Dan, And all Naphtali, and the land of Ephraim, and Manasseh, and all the land of Judah, unto the utmost sea, And the south, and the plain of the valley of Jericho, the city of palm trees, unto Zoar. And the Lord said unto him, This is the land which I sware unto Abraham, unto Isaac, and unto Jacob, saying, I will give it unto thy seed: I have caused thee to see it with thine eyes, but thou shalt not go over thither. So Moses the servant of the Lord died there in the land of Moab, according to the word of the Lord. And he buried him in a valley in the land of Moab, over against Bethpeor: but no man knoweth of his sepulchre unto this day.

Numbers 20:11-12
And Moses lifted up his hand, and with his rod he smote the rock twice: and the water came out abundantly, and the congregation drank, and their beasts also. And the Lord spake unto Moses and Aaron, Because ye believed me not, to sanctify me in the eyes of the children of Israel, therefore ye shall not bring this congregation into the land which I have given them.


--------Method Act Lyrics
Don't ask me why
 Have you ever wondered why I always drive alone?
 Same reasons why I never pick up my phone
 I got these issues that you can't subscribe
 And I'm scared to talk to anyone for what they might prescribe
 These days I just try to keep to myself
 well aware I've lost touch with everyone else
 I understand that I'm fading away
 I'd rather play dead than play catch up
 Because no one really cares all that much
 I can't keep having the same conversations
 I look to the floor to keep concentration
 focused hard on every single word
 my nails are dug deep and my stomach hurts
 I am selfish it seems, but I'm trying my best to breathe
 hoping you don't notice as I keep laughing

---Condolences Lyrics
If you fantasize about your funeral, I understand
 I've been there before
 If what's more important, is the music played
 Than who'd attend
 We
 Are
 The
 Same
 With heads to the ground,
 As I'm lowered down,
 There will be a chorus
 An overwhelming sound.

Awaiting Trial - Joan of Arc Tribute

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*Saint Joan of Arc pray for me, speak to me….pray for the dead through me, for me
* dedicated to Bring Me the Horizon, Crucify Me
http://youtu.be/CFqMiI7G3oI

But Jesus said unto them, Ye know not what ye ask: can ye drink of the cup that I drink of? and be baptized with the baptism that I am baptized with? (Mark 10:38)

------------------/Awaiting Trial; The Thoughts Of Joan of Arc In Her Prison Cell

Beneath the angst riddled moon: maestro
dark clouds congregate like angels’ cymbals clashing,
the ominous music that introduces heaven to the damned…
chorus of seventy elders alternating baritone and soprano
at least,
I can only imagine; it is Vespers,
and I tell St. Michael I only want escape if freedom is his Angel Wings.
“Take me with your glorious legions” the guards hear me whisper,
hands clasped, head buried in my cot’s center
knees still on the floor beside my bed, hunched shadow dancing
by torchlight in the long stolid halls at Rouen castle chained,
Den of Devils.
I remember as a girl raising my father’s scythe for France,
sheep as allied soldiers, chickens my generals,
oxen my sturdy battering rams.
Saints Catherine and Margaret, comforters
Sisters of solace,
steadying my grave plight with the feminine balance only God foresaw.
Charles, it is for your crown that we all shed blood
for your fate I stand trial, sheep led to the slaughter
silent before her shearers, Jesus, meek in the face of Pilate
his mob of madcap Jews turned maniacal lying clerics,
“let her blood be upon England and our children.”
The cynic’s Kingdom, the other liar on the cross
still jeering in the face of imminent Salvation.
Charles, I wear your armor for you…
tunic, hosen, and long boots, breastplate fit for David -
or Joab, rather,
cursing gender for gender,
trading my breasts for your courage, your strength is my shame.
The ladies (Catherine and Margaret) once told me
a wedding is for naught if a girl hasn’t known love,
that wearing pants and helmet
mounting a steed breathing smoke rather than wear gaudy bracelets
on wrists of a pauper’s princess is worth the cost
of securing the heart of the Lover of All Soul’s Hearts.
For the sake of His Love, they say,
His Calling: “be willing to let your whole world burn”



[PRAY FOR THE DEAD, JOAN, THEY TOLD ME…BECAUSE YOU SHALL LIVER FOREVER]

-----Crucify Me Lyrics
Crucify me, and nail my hands to a wooden cross.
 There is nothing above, there is nothing below.
 Heaven and Hell lives in all of us,
 And I've been cast astray.
 I am an ocean, I am the sea,
 There is a world inside of me.
 Lost in the abyss, drowned in the deep,
 No set of lungs could salvage me.
 Only a shipwreck, only a ghost,
 Merely a graveyard of your former self.
 We just watched the waves crash over.
 I've been cast astray.
 There is a Hell, believe me I've seen it.
 There is a Heaven, let's keep it a secret.
 (No one needs to know)
 There is a Hell, believe me I've seen it.
 There is a Heaven, let's keep it a secret.
 (No one needs to know)
 I am an ocean, I am the sea,
 There is a world inside of me.
 Lost in the abyss, drowned in the deep,
 No set of lungs could salvage me.
 Save yourself, save your breath,
 The tides too strong, you'll catch your death.
 So breathe for me, just breathe.
 There is a Hell, believe me I've seen it.
 There is a Heaven, let's keep it a secret.
 (There is a hell, believe me I've seen)
 There is a Hell, believe me I've seen it.
 There is a Heaven, let's keep it a secret.
 (There is a hell believe me I've seen)
 Oh!
 If we make it through the night, if I make it out alive,
 Lord have mercy and pray for the dead.
 And you say that you can save me,
 Don't hope to ever find me,
 I fear I'm too far gone.
 Pray for the dead
 Oh!
 If we make it through the night, if I make it out alive,
 Lord have mercy and pray for the dead.
 And you said that you can save me,
 Don't hope to ever find me.
 I fear I'm too far gone
 Pray for the dead
 Pray for the dead
 Pray for the dead
 Pray for the dead
 Yeah!
 Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your full undivided attention?
 There is something you all really need to know.
 There is a Hell, believe me I've seen it.
 There is a Heaven, let's keep it a secret.
 (There is a hell, believe me I've seen i-i-i)
 There is a Hell, believe me I've seen it.
 There is a Heaven, let's keep it a secret.
 (There is a hell believe me I've seen)
 If we make it through the night, if we make it out alive.
 You said that you can save me,
 Don't hope to ever find me
 I fear I'm too far gone.
 Pray for the dead
 Oh!
 If we make it through the night, if we make it out alive.
 Lord have mercy and pray for the dead,
 You say that you can save me,
 Don't hope to ever find me
 I fear I'm too far gone.
 Pray for the dead
 I am the ocean, I am the sea
 There is a world inside of me
 I am the ocean, I am the sea
 There is a world inside of me
 I am the ocean, I am the sea
 There is a world inside of me
 I am the ocean, I am the sea
 There is a world inside of me
 I am the ocean, I am the sea
 There is a world inside of me
 I am the ocean, I am the sea
 There is a world inside of me
 I am the ocean, I am the sea
 There is a world inside of me
 I am the ocean, I am the sea
 There is a world inside of me

Oh Gorsh This is So Melodramatic. (I hope you really meant your smile this time, my love....or did you??? :-/ )

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* Dedicated to Ann, curly haired mesmerizing voluptuous vortex of beauty
* Dedicated to Touche’ Amore’, Harbor
http://youtu.be/f3GIVnzcnp4  ---> click the link and thou shalt rock out


[You see Ann, you said hi to me around Christmastime….and you smiled as we met eyes! HOW COULD I LET THIS GO???? HOW??? YOU BODACIOUS BABE!!! I THOUGHT….I thought you didn’t like me? Wait maybe you still don’t…but…but…in that moment…you made me feel like a King! …And I thank you]

----------------/This Relic: Praying to Ann's Bones (After Landing on Them Of Course)

I remember, in the full ebullience of your youth,
(circa 2010), you were like a prophet to me,
cloaked in Elijah’s mantle.
This dazzling woman with blue eyes so enchanting,
staring at the world as if to conquer it
sapphire stones endowed by God,
my heart on fire with romance. Miraculous was our first conversation.
You multiplied the loaves of my passion,
your beauty like bread enough for a hundred men:
curly blonde hair, voluptuous figure surely a fit meal
for all my fantasies; my belly fat my sleep so serene.
You filled all the empty
jars of my expectations for the existence of a good girl
with fresh olive oil of hope, abundant aromatic gushing
of your personality like expensive perfume,
my fingers giddily sticky,
whereas most girls who preceded you couldn’t fill half a bowl;
satisfying the debts of my pessimism like debtors- brawny repossessors
come to steal away my desire for you like my two children
and I the lovelorn impoverished widow of a former prophet who perished
believing true love never dies.
You made the leaden iron axe head, my fear of racist limitations
float in waters of my amazement,
black men and white women like pieces of wood floating together,
in rhythm with the natural harmony of the universe. 

But then, you stood me up for lunch, thrice.
As quickly as you came you died, your putrid memory decaying
a bag of bones tossed in the ground, wrapped in a mantle as a burial robe
sepulcher of a heartbreaker. Dead to Tony forevermore.
What prophet lost? What prophet walked?

In your absence life is a battlefield,
In your absence I put on my helmet, my armor,
the bitterness that engulfs, safeguards and shields of the spurned
thrusting the spear of cynicism at any stupid silly girl
who dared make eyes at me again. EVER AGAIN.
But girls these days are savage Moabites, there is no matching ferocity
no intensity their rival – men haters, men breakers
blood flowing from their mouths as they tease, teeth like fangs
with fake smiles.
I haven’t dated in 14 years so I finally fell unable to cope,
the cumulative insanity from years heaped upon years of rejection.
My friends, Towson relationship warriors, tossed me in the ground
a makeshift burial for a man worn out and done in by love
left for dead as they fought on valiantly…
hastily engaged in vicious battles with snarky short skirts
with cunning wits like swords.

Yet lo,
this past Christmas I landed on your bones like serendipity:
in the hall,
like when we first met years ago - you smiled, you said hi,
you charmed with those eyes,
shifting ground, tectonic plates dancing
chambers of the damned opening forth,
gates of resurrection.  My soul is breathing your name again,
cells of rebirth are bouncing in my veins.
Anne, when you smile I need you to mean it this time,
as I take your mantle and put it on me
prayers for the restoration of your bones….


----"And Elisha died, and they buried him. And the bands of the Moabites invaded the land at the coming in of the year. And it came to pass, as they were burying a man, that, behold, they spied a band of men; and they cast the man into the sepulchre of Elisha: and when the man was let down, and touched the bones of Elisha, he revived, and stood up on his feet." (2 Kings 13:20-21).



-----------/Harbor Lyrics
Call it a learning process
 And I've never been that quick
 Because I take things as they come
 And I respond how I see fit
 But it's easy to get distracted
 As I've been living life abroad
 I'm starved for your acceptance
 And I work for your applause
 I'd always envisioned myself as a giver
 But as I reflect I've left something to be desired
 Not that my heart
 Hasn't ever delivered
 But that it's never felt
 This inspired
 To have direction to feel complete
 To embrace affection to end all the woe is me
 But mainly to harbor the love that I have to give
 But for tonight let's just stay inside
 Well it's far too loud and I just want quiet
 And if we die before we wake
 I'll blame it on the past mistakes
 Without you I'm not pure
 And without you I'm not clean
 But if I'm going down with you
 Then you're going down with me
 What I'm afraid of is what is certain and
 What I'm sure of is that it's on me
 But I'm too tired to be that person
 And that person needs to be set free
 To harbor the love that I have to give

A Soul Set Sail - WOOOOOOOOO!!!!

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* for Abby, forgive me
* dedicated to Scary Kids Scaring Kids, Set Sail
http://youtu.be/17E2h5O99yk
http://youtu.be/9SuOGEY9oUc

[HOLY SPIRIT….WOOOOOOOOO!!!! {*..hiccup} WOOOOOO!!!! {*belch*}  I GOT MY BEER, PARACLETE, I GOT MY BEER WOOOO!!! COME ON HOLY SPIRIT, COME ON BABY BOY!!! I JUST BROUGHT MY BEER INTO THE PERPETUAL ADORATION CHAPEL SON….I GOT MY BUD LIGHT IN THE CHURCH, DOS EQUIS IN THE PEW!!!! …why….??? you say??? CUZ ITS TIME TO LET THE BEER FLOW LIKE WINE!!!! WOOOOOOO!!! LETS CELEBRATE DAWG!!! IN JESUS NAME…in….jesus…..name….WOOOO!!! CUZ HE SET ME FREEEEEEE!!!!! BOTTOMS UP MY NINJAS!!! HOLY SPIRIT THIS POEM’S FOR YOU DOG…he set me FREEEEEE]

----------------/A Soul Set Sail:  (The Cry of the Man With The Withered Hand)

Failure is the only way society can categorize the inept,
the kids who
after a certain age cant feed themselves, or in class
write neatly on their own wax tablets, or play board games
without a parent’s supervision to mitigate peer scoffing –
the repeated charges levied of an unbalanced playing field
like echoes of a banshee reverberating from the River Styx,
inexorable chastisement from Pluto,
cosmic wrath
dictated by six and seven year old diminutive tyrants. 
In adolescence, failure is the guy with unkempt hair.
His clothing disheveled, chaotic battles of the sloth,
glutton and drunkard, staple songs of giggling girls mockery
that damn
Even if untrue, they holdfast to reputation
and damn.
Weirdo reprobate with his right hand in his pocket,
his right eye always glistening in the sunlight,
walking home alone
contrary to the hardy young men training for battle
Jewish soldiers of the Pharisees,
warlords of the next generation,
marauders who poach the helpless of all dignity
toppling him over as they make way,
impudently.
So the synagogue turns refuge
where tears unabashedly flow,  in secret shadows
(silent prayers for redemption for two hands
to hold a son a daughter, a wife’s face…)
in the back pews
alone and unnoticed, unwanted everyday
irrespective of Sabbaths.
Oh if only I could close my eyes
and stretch my hands forth like in my dreams
if only all could be redeemed and made whole
the years stolen like black scars renting my heart be healed
and not just my hand, Good Teacher….
If you can….
my soul is withered too

[Dedicated to all the withered souls out there tonight. May God restore us all. May God be the Wind in our sails]


----Matthew 12:1-14
At that time Jesus went on the sabbath day through the corn; and his disciples were an hungred, and began to pluck the ears of corn and to eat. But when the Pharisees saw it, they said unto him, Behold, thy disciples do that which is not lawful to do upon the sabbath day. But he said unto them, Have ye not read what David did, when he was an hungred, and they that were with him; How he entered into the house of God, and did eat the shewbread, which was not lawful for him to eat, neither for them which were with him, but only for the priests? Or have ye not read in the law, how that on the sabbath days the priests in the temple profane the sabbath, and are blameless? But I say unto you, That in this place is one greater than the temple. But if ye had known what this meaneth, I will have mercy, and not sacrifice, ye would not have condemned the guiltless. For the Son of man is Lord even of the sabbath day. And when he was departed thence, he went into their synagogue: And, behold, there was a man which had his hand withered. And they asked him, saying, Is it lawful to heal on the sabbath days? that they might accuse him. And he said unto them, What man shall there be among you, that shall have one sheep, and if it fall into a pit on the sabbath day, will he not lay hold on it, and lift it out? How much then is a man better than a sheep? Wherefore it is lawful to do well on the sabbath days. Then saith he to the man, Stretch forth thine hand. And he stretched it forth; and it was restored whole, like as the other. Then the Pharisees went out, and held a council against him, how they might destroy him.

---Set Sail Lyrics
Through a stranger's eyes
 I take a good look at my life
 Only to find that I’m not living
 I’m not alive
 I wanna live to tell the tale
 I wanna wake up before my ship sets sail
 Don’t wanna try to be anyone else
 I just wanna try to find myself
 We all know life could end in an instant
 We all just disappear
 So let me put this into perspective
 Let me make this clear
 I wanna live to tell the tale
 I wanna wake up before my ship sets sail
 Don’t wanna try to be anyone else
 I just wanna try to find myself
 I’ve grown tired of the same old f*** story
 I think I’m ready for a change
 If there’s a higher power up there watching over me
 Could you give me a sign today, today?
 Cuz I’ve grown tired, I’ve grown tired
 I think I’m ready for a change
 I wanna live to tell the tale
 I wanna wake up before my ship sets sail
 Don’t wanna try to be anyone else
 I wanna find myself, I wanna find myself
 I wanna wake up (I wanna find myself)
 I just wanna wake up (I wanna find myself)
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Christ wrought, had a spiritual meaning. By nature our hands are withered, and we are unable of ourselves to do any thing that is good. Christ only, by the power of his grace, cures us; he heals the withered hand by putting life into the dead soul, works in us both to will and to do: for, with the command, there is a promise of grace given by the word. (Mt 12:14-21)

Wheatnee Button :( (Chiodos, help a brutha out!!!!!!)

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*Dedicated to Chiodos, A Letter from Janelle
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHjglV81tKw

* Dedicated to a girl who I totally blew it with. I am sorry Wheatnee Button (not her real name)

-----------------------/Ehud

My overture, blogging about my love for you behind your back,
rather than tell you in private, was the  most heinous evil in your sight.
I, once deemed a friend, now nothing more than a peoples regressed
worshipping idols of  indecorous behavior
bowing before the Baals of creepy, stalkerish men.
So you screamed- a summons to Biz and Pilla, savage children,
man of Ammon, girl of Amalek (about 30 years old)
lusting for blood, in hand spears of disparagement
(fetched from Georgetown)
torches with thick clouds of the black smoke meted out to the shameless,
exclusion from sendoff parties, replete with salacious gossip,
disavowals of all Facebook association –
this relentless onslaught of emotional brutality against my confidence,
city of palm trees.
You gave me the mental framework of the enslaved
carried off.
Back against the wall of my small hut allotted by my oppressors,
this prison of the damned lover, shackles of regret
I brood, I obsess about reprisal,
about Passanutten, and how a guitar and silly singing
truly compliment your beauty, princess of the autumn leaves
my belle of the brief bonfire
cut short by mad screams of neighbors “YOU CANT START A FIRE!!!”
About how I fantasize about your curly hair.
I have this two edged dagger, poetry and passion tucked
under my robe taped to my thigh....
seething and conniving to rid myself of the problem,
my fear of pretty girls- fat disgusting blubbery King of Moab
reclining repugnantly in his summer parlour.
My intention to apologize to you as his present,
packaged in cunning deceit.
I dismiss his royal court to whisper in his ear: “You are ruining
my dating prospects, Eglon, so die”
let my blade impale the pain he has caused, refuse in his veins
pouring from his cut like dirt from his belly. 
And so I run whilst my shy countenance tarries
Escaping to Seirath, land of the bold.
I blow a trumpet in Ephraim, Wheatnee,
let this apology come swift like armed soldiers
rescuing a land and correcting a fault,
the people of Israel are contrite-
I didn’t mean to hurt you, only to convey my attraction.


[I AM SORRY FOR BEING A SHY COWARD WHEATNEY BUTTON!!! I KNOW I BLEW IT WITH YOU, BUT I FEEL SO BAD ABOUT IT!!!! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!!]


--------------------Judges 3:12-30
 And the children of Israel did evil again in the sight of the Lord: and the Lord strengthened Eglon the king of Moab against Israel, because they had done evil in the sight of the Lord. And he gathered unto him the children of Ammon and Amalek, and went and smote Israel, and possessed the city of palm trees. So the children of Israel served Eglon the king of Moab eighteen years. But when the children of Israel cried unto the Lord, the Lord raised them up a deliverer, Ehud the son of Gera, a Benjamite, a man lefthanded: and by him the children of Israel sent a present unto Eglon the king of Moab. But Ehud made him a dagger which had two edges, of a cubit length; and he did gird it under his raiment upon his right thigh. And he brought the present unto Eglon king of Moab: and Eglon was a very fat man. And when he had made an end to offer the present, he sent away the people that bare the present. But he himself turned again from the quarries that were by Gilgal, and said, I have a secret errand unto thee, O king: who said, Keep silence. And all that stood by him went out from him. And Ehud came unto him; and he was sitting in a summer parlour, which he had for himself alone. And Ehud said, I have a message from God unto thee. And he arose out of his seat. And Ehud put forth his left hand, and took the dagger from his right thigh, and thrust it into his belly: And the haft also went in after the blade; and the fat closed upon the blade, so that he could not draw the dagger out of his belly; and the dirt came out. Then Ehud went forth through the porch, and shut the doors of the parlour upon him, and locked them. When he was gone out, his servants came; and when they saw that, behold, the doors of the parlour were locked, they said, Surely he covereth his feet in his summer chamber. And they tarried till they were ashamed: and, behold, he opened not the doors of the parlour; therefore they took a key, and opened them: and, behold, their lord was fallen down dead on the earth. And Ehud escaped while they tarried, and passed beyond the quarries, and escaped unto Seirath. And it came to pass, when he was come, that he blew a trumpet in the mountain of Ephraim, and the children of Israel went down with him from the mount, and he before them. And he said unto them, Follow after me: for the Lord hath delivered your enemies the Moabites into your hand. And they went down after him, and took the fords of Jordan toward Moab, and suffered not a man to pass over. And they slew of Moab at that time about ten thousand men, all lusty, and all men of valour; and there escaped not a man. So Moab was subdued that day under the hand of Israel. And the land had rest fourscore years.


----A Letter from Janelle Lyrics

We make the sun shine, we make come on
 Move with me. Move with me.
 Move with me. Move with me.
 Don't you think I could tell that you were trying to, trying to
 Make a fool out of me. a fool out of me.
 Don't you think I could tell that you were trying to, trying to
 Make a fool out of me. a fool out of me.
 To remember who you really are.
 It's so easy to get lost in constantly having to present
 Whatever face you believe a person wants to see rather than your own.
 Yet we hesitate to surrender all of our insecurities
 Move with me. Move with me.
 Only the ones we are most comfortable relinquishing
 Move with me. Move with me.
 Don't you think I could tell that you were trying to, trying to
 Make a fool out of me. a fool out of me.
 Don't you think I could tell that you were trying to, trying to
 Make a fool out of me. a fool out of me.
[x6:]
 Such a paradox,
 Isn't it, isn't it?
 Isn't it, isn't it? [x2] 

A CITY FORSAKEN!!! (WITHOUT UPTON)

*Dedicated to Scary Kids Scaring Kids, Star Crossed Lovers
http://youtu.be/HBWncNcS5Mk  ----->CLICK DAT LINK YO!!!!! GREAT SONG

Its been far too long family. Far too long (Why am I clapping now, even as you read the words pouring forth from my heart? Because angels' claps dont always  make an audible sound.) I been out da game far too long. Its time. Prophesy is at hand. thejesusmetaphor shall speak. And Kate Upton. Kate Upton, oh baby I hope thou shalt listen.

*NOW LISTEN SON-SON, MY MANE JESUS, GOD BLESS HIM, BE LIKE "JERUSALEM!!! JERUSALEM!!!" and thats cool. BUT YA BOY CANT HELP HIMSELF....I BE LIKE:
UPTON, UPTON!!!!

----------------/A City Forsaken (Without Upton)


oh Kate must we, standing opposed, your back to Galilee,
that town of of a bloodthirsty despot's throne, arbiter of lovers' demises,
and mine to the land of a forsaken but chosen peoples' promise:
to rise again from the decay of loneliness shackled by chains of self-doubt,
Jerusalem,
let this January night's wind heralded by grievous dust of classism,
stinging our ill fated eyes,
prophesy our finality? Are you like a Pharisee, Hollywood insider skeptical of my net worth,
seething with spite set on driving me out?
(Incredulous of my claims of romantic divinity, one of a trinity of peace, joy, and passion)
Oh how I wish to gather you into my bosom, a spate of kisses,
the joy in your eyes affected by my love so tender, song of newborn chicks
gathered under their mother hen of a love secure.
Is Herod your current boyfriend, the rich baseball hotshot?
Assassin of my aspirations like innocent children who arent Jesus?
You tell that fox that behold, I cast out devils; those demons of inattentiveness
that shrill from the cavernous hollows of a girl's worst fear of abandonment,
drooling possessed while lacerating an innocent man with braided chords
sundering his beard from his face with their barehands crying as they moan,
and watch him bleed helplessly crucified.
Kate I swear, if you would only listen -I do poems today, and I will be poor the morrow,
wholly unworthy of you,
but if you date me on the third day I will be perfected
by a beautiful blonde's cure like raising God from the dead.
My desire for you is a celestial kingdom, a saubrious sun shining forever,
warmth stimulating flowers of laughter on stifled soil glowering at murdered prophets,
the cumulative rejection of every girl I have ever pursued.
But listen,
without you the house of my soul is left unto you desolate, verily I say
it's a people bereft of hope pining away for lack of your dazzling blue eyes.
Their sky is dark, a red horizon with black clouds foreboding  
but if you come, if you date me, if you kiss me...
shouts ringing from Zion "Blessed is he that cometh in the name of Upton"


[OH KATE BABY, DATE ME -EMAIL ME - LETS TALK DAAAAHHLLLIIIIIING THEJESUSMETAPHOR@YAHOO.COM]



---------Luke 13:32-35
And he said unto them, Go ye, and tell that fox, Behold, I cast out devils, and I do cures to day and to morrow, and the third day I shall be perfected.  Nevertheless I  must walk to day, and to morrow, and the day following: for it cannot be that a prophet perish out of Jerusalem. O Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
which killest the prophets, and stonest them that are sent unto thee; how often would I have gathered thy children together, as a hen doth gather her brood  under her wings, and ye would not! Behold, your house is left unto you desolate: and verily I say unto you, Ye shall not see me, until the time come when ye  shall say, Blessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord.

----Star Crossed Lovers Lyrics
Star crossed lovers
 They say we're not meant to be
 'Cause the stars in the sky, and the fashion that they are aligned
 I say if the futures been drawn out, there's no point in living.
 I wont give up my love so that fate can have its way
 If the stars say that you couldn’t love me
 Are you telling me that you would listen?
 If the words make their way from your mouth
 Don’t ask my permission
 All is forgiven
 Star crossed lovers, we do what we want to
 Some learn the hard way
 We all learn through consequence
 I say if the futures been drawn out, then nobody’s living
 I won't give you up love, so fate can have its way
 Its way
 If the stars say that you couldn’t love me
 Are you telling me that you would listen?
 If the words make their way from your mouth
 Don’t ask my permission
 All is forgiven
 Is it over? (Over...)
 The stars keep this fire from burning out
 Is it over? (Over...)
 Are you saying that you’d really listen?
 Is it over...?
 The stars keep this fire
 Is it over...?
 The stars keep this fire
 If the stars say that you couldn’t love me
 Are you telling me that you would listen?
 If the words make their way from your mouth
 Don’t ask my permission
 All is forgiven
 If the stars say that you can not love...
 The stars keep this fire from burning out
 If the stars say that you can not love me

Tony is Burning (For Kate Upton)!!!!

*dedicated to St. Jude

*dedicated to Ambassador, Gimme Dat

http://youtu.be/rytwGHd3iDw

------------------/Tony is Burning

Kate, your eyes like Sapphire stones

on chalices of wine in the Egypt from which you absconded:

the suffocating dour decorum of the haughty modeling aristocracy

amused at the rigors of the industry, like taskmasters

with whips of rocks sewn between braided cords.

You inverted royalty, exchanging the drab for buoyant sands of Midian.

Your optimism, that good natured and humorous ‘cool girl’s’ soul

a shepherd to the flock of those fans who cherish you.  

Let my love for you appear sudden and unexpectedly,

my heart a bush with flames of unquenchable passion

(for your dancing, your smile, your style)

that miraculously doesn’t consume all of me. And your shoes

though natty, must part from your feet

because of my desire… its so pure, that every place you step

has become holy, sacrosanct.

I call out Moses, Moses to commission for you a new destiny.

Kate, Kate go back to Pharaoh:

the media circus, the runways, the magazines, the oppressors,

 as a herald of emancipation to my people-

every single man in America who cynically scoffs at ideologies

and laughs at notions that good and beautiful girls from Egypt don’t exist.

If anyone begs the question,

reply that I AM sent you –

I AM thejesusmetaphor who is deeply crushing on you.

(DATE ME KATE UPTON, OH PLEASE PLEASE???!!! E-MAIL ME AT thejesusmetaphor@yahoo.com!!!!)

-----------Exodus 3:1-14

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. Moreover he said, I am the God of thy father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob. And Moses hid his face; for he was afraid to look upon God. And the Lord said, I have surely seen the affliction of my people which are in Egypt, and have heard their cry by reason of their taskmasters; for I know their sorrows; And I am come down to deliver them out of the hand of the Egyptians, and to bring them up out of that land unto a good land and a large, unto a land flowing with milk and honey; unto the place of the Canaanites, and the Hittites, and the Amorites, and the Perizzites, and the Hivites, and the Jebusites. Now therefore, behold, the cry of the children of Israel is come unto me: and I have also seen the oppression wherewith the Egyptians oppress them. Come now therefore, and I will send thee unto Pharaoh, that thou mayest bring forth my people the children of Israel out of Egypt. And Moses said unto God, Who am I, that I should go unto Pharaoh, and that I should bring forth the children of Israel out of Egypt? And he said, Certainly I will be with thee; and this shall be a token unto thee, that I have sent thee: When thou hast brought forth the people out of Egypt, ye shall serve God upon this mountain. And Moses said unto God, Behold, when I come unto the children of Israel, and shall say unto them, The God of your fathers hath sent me unto you; and they shall say to me, What is his name? what shall I say unto them? And God said unto Moses, I Am That I Am: and he said, Thus shalt thou say unto the children of Israel, I Am hath sent me unto you.

----Gimme Dat Lyrics

(AMBA!)

 Gimme dat fire (fire)

 Gimme dat flame (flame, flame)

 Gimme dat (gimme dat)

 Gimme dat (gimme dat)

 Gimme dat (gimme dat)

 Absolutely you can gimme dat

 If its mine (gimme dat)

 Its good for me (gimme dat)

 I want it all

Gimme dat bible

 Gimme dat mic

 Ill drop Jesus anyway so he can make a disciple

 Cant surpass Christ theres no takin his title

 A passion for Christ Ill have you prayin for revival

 Gimma my city, yeah

 Gimme dat let's fish

 Gospel of peace, yeah

 You can give me dat fresh kicks

 Gimme dat

 Vest with your blessin Lord Im desperate

 You gave me your life

 So I look forward to my exit

 I used to be a punk-kid

 Used to wanna run, with

 Dudes dat wanna hunt that

 Turned our ones into hundreds

 Used to run the blunt to be blunt

 I wanted trees just to alter my mind

 Now I find im wantin Jesus

Used to run and roll mad deep with the street clique

 Corner holdin heat on the low like a secret

 Gods spirit penetrated my soul on a sneak tip

 Took control now Im in his floor like a leaflet

Gimme dat fire

 Gimme dat flame

 Gimme dat fresh wind

 Gimme dat rain

 Gimme dat freedom

 You can have the chains

 Gimme dat God who can gimme all things

Gimme dat fire, flame

 Gimme dat fresh wind

 Gimme dat rain

 Gimme dat freedom

 You can have the chains

 Gimme dat God who can gimme all things

I know you got riches

 I know you got ice

 Your life is a big party

 Youre partyin all night

 You dont mind not knowin Christ

 In your mind dats alright

 You might not get this now

 But youre kind of a Saul type

You keep with the trends

 Cools your middle name

 On your pants you got a chain

 The juice like Lil Wayne

 Youre tattooed in a Benz

 Maybe youre inarranged

 Ladies, you drivin crazy

 Nothins crazier than your frame!

 (This is a shame!)

Its the age and Im game

 To be an agent of change

 And at age, its like a page in a flame

 Just smoke, just mirrors, just vapor is plain

 You see, a Holy God is not one of your favorite things

 I was just like you,

 But God moved on a fellow

 Gave me good news

 Dat I could use on the ghetto

 Maybe its you who wants a

 U-turn to settle

 You dead or you do??

 Ill tell you its been settled

Gimme dat fire

 Gimme dat flame

 Gimme dat fresh wind

 Gimme dat rain

 Gimme dat freedom

 You can have the chains

 Gimme dat God who can gimme all things

Gimme dat fire, flame

 Gimme dat fresh wind

 Gimme dat rain

 Gimme dat freedom

 You can have the chains

 Gimme dat God who can gimme all things

So you got platinum?

 We got our Lord

 If we want, we could ask him

 But hes our reward

 Gotta be perfect

 It cant be three out of four

 If youre sick of fallin short

 Then he got a cure

Gimme dat cure, dat door, dat hero

 Gimme dat grace dat never chased the dinero

 How much glory should you give your boy? Zero

 That would cause beef with the Lamb like a Gyro

Gimme dat day reaches you over shinin

 Truth over rhymin

 Virtue over diamonds

 Gimme some change

 Sometimes I do need the dough

 Gimme some pain

 Somethin I do need to grow

Gimme what I wont ask for

 Dont gimme what I seek

 When I creep, Im a sheep

 Gimme your pasture

 Gimme life

 Just like you intended

 Its like to see you raise the day you ascended

Gimme dat fire

 Gimme dat flame

 Gimme dat fresh wind

 Gimme dat rain

 Gimme dat freedom

 You can have the chains

 Gimme dat God who can gimme all things

Gimme dat fire, flame

 Gimme dat fresh wind

 Gimme dat rain

 Gimme dat freedom

 You can have the chains

 Gimme dat God who can gimme all things

Yeah, this is just to let cats know

 Dont focus on what you cant have

 Get all you can have

 We call dat freedom

 Dats the joy of God

 And his poeple

 In his world

 On his terms

SHOUTOUT TO PASTOR E!

 Yeah

 Gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme dat

 I want it all, I want it all

 Gimme dat

 Its your boy Ambassador

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