Wednesday, March 5, 2014

My Beautiful African Deluge: OH LUPITA!!!!!



* dedicated to Lupita Nyong’o

Genesis 6:8 But Noah found grace in the eyes of the Lord.


----------------/My Beautiful African Deluge

This forlorn loneliness is like dry dust of a wicked earth,
brittle cracking ground.
The litany of girls who rejected my advances before harangue me to no end
countrymen crude and crass- jeering, mocking
my entertaining ideas of requited affections, of girls who like me back,
and that I would build an Ark of Dreaming out of gopherwood
preoccupied with love: to them a notion inconceivable like rain.
But Lupita, baby, when I saw you win your Oscar,
that celestial smile beaming, that fetching speech so melodic,
like an angel from Eden celebrated amongst his heavenly peers
its like I heard the voice of God within so comforting–
soon all my pain would be washed away….
(like in my dreams). I didn’t care, then, about disparagement
from my wicked neighbors; only that I safeguard my hopes
from the mass slaughter to come. Two by two, a male with his female
archetype for our shared passion,
I led my devotion to you, my fondness for you
my zeal for us together – divers animals, birds and creeping things
of every kind
to the boat of my wildest fantasies built long ago
three hundred by fifty cubits, three decks deep of longing
with especially you in mind.
Oh Lupita your beauty is like the windows of heaven opened
waters gushing forth from the deep.
Let our romance be like 40 days and 40 nights of a persistent
incessant flooding,
all the old ways, all the old pains-
like regrettable people created then later wiped away,
expunged from memory. All women who hurt my heart,
may you stick your hands out for help
as my kisses for Lupita are tantamount to a downpour for you;
like drowning to you;
your lifeless bodies floating away,
the ship sealed, my new love life sailing towards Mount Ararat.
When I look into her eyes,
I see the promise of my better tomorrow,
Lupita Nyong’o,  polychromatic rainbow of my world reconstituted.


[LUPITA!!!! HOLLA AT YOUR BOY!!! THEJESUSMETAPHOR@YAHOO.COM. LET US DATE!!! AND THEN REPOPULATE THE WORLD!!!....WITH THOUGHTS OF LOVE AND JOY AND PEACE OF COURSE!!! :) ]



----------Genesis 6:13-22
And God said to Noah, “The end of all flesh has come before Me, for the earth is filled with violence through them; and behold, I will destroy them with the earth.  Make yourself an ark of gopherwood; make rooms in the ark, and cover it inside and outside with pitch.  And this is how you shall make it: The length of the ark shall be three hundred cubits, its width fifty cubits, and its height thirty cubits.  You shall make a window for the ark, and you shall finish it to a cubit from above; and set the door of the ark in its side. You shall make it with lower, second, and third decks.  And behold, I Myself am bringing floodwaters on the earth, to destroy from under heaven all flesh in which is the breath of life; everything that is on the earth shall die.  But I will establish My covenant with you; and you shall go into the ark—you, your sons, your wife, and your sons’ wives with you.  And of every living thing of all flesh you shall bring two of every sort into the ark, to keep them alive with you; they shall be male and female.  Of the birds after their kind, of animals after their kind, and of every creeping thing of the earth after its kind, two of every kind will come to you to keep them alive.  And you shall take for yourself of all food that is eaten, and you shall gather it to yourself; and it shall be food for you and for them.”
Thus Noah did; according to all that God commanded him, so he did.

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Saul - dedicated to CSLewis....not really him...(thats just codespeak for my girl yo!)



* dedicated to The Dangerous Summer, Catholic Girls
http://youtu.be/nRodn6_IcNU
* dedicated to Brand New, Soco Amaretto Lime
http://youtu.be/5hhJKhFQEHE

A quick, and dolorous, open letter to my female teenage heartthrob (she’s over 18, police officers!!!! Its ok sheriff!!!): I guess I don’t know how to let go of this fanciful paradigm that age is a secondary or even tertiary concern and that what’s most pertinent is this kinetic spark of attraction I feel between us…that I felt when we first met and I didn’t know your age. Alas, I must bury your memory and never again try to conjure it up. Goodbye. If only I wasn’t born when I was born, or vice versa. Goodbye, my love of miserable inopportunity.  You would have been my balm for all the hags that have been rejecting me all these years, crushing my heart.

----------------/Saul

I dreamed about you yesterday, like a chalice of sweet wine,
served in the King’s palace in Israel,
we were gazing one upon the other quixotically…at first.
Reaching across the table, I put my hand under your chin
a gesture, tender and gentle, to my betrothed
seeking for subliminal cues of reciprocity,
my other hand strewn across your forearm
as candles danced beneath my ever shortening breaths,
flames in tribal dance
heart suspended in anticipation of a Queen. 
Your response…”Shunem” bemused me, icy stare
cold eyes portending a Philistine nightmare startled me
jolting me
from sleep with a palpitating heart, bed drenched in sweat
of the spurned, sheets and pillows whispering memories
of all my previous failed loves, singing to me of the damned;
their melodies diminishing as my consciousness regained.
Hooves of prudish horses stampeding,
clanging of chainmail of practicality against swords of status quo
threaten a siege,
brigades of societal acceptances and norms,  
like the howling and caterwauling of soldiers beset with bloodlust
gossip generals goading murder
jeering arrows in a quiver
intent on brutal slaughter and dismemberment
of a 33 year old man’s love for a 19 year old girl – out the back window
flipping on my feet, mounting my stubbornness like a steed fleeing in terror
(frightful of a future of us apart)
surreptitiously I snuck - cloak of shame, dagger of defensiveness-
to Endor: hermitage of fleeting hopes for the duly ostracized. 
I should have killed my attraction for you, King of Amalek, long ago,
despicable ruler yet inherently glorious,
(décolletage like many sheep, many rubies)
Yet I let it stick around due to your beauty overwhelming
and an addictive smile
despite your sin of being born in 1995.
This is what the witch of my conviction, medium of harsh truth, spoke –
conjuring up my sublimated guilt like Samuel,
God’s prophet buried in irrelevancy long ago, senescent ghost of a past life
sternly rebuking me with his last dying gasps.
I had hoped he would abnegate the obvious condemnation
levied on our prospects of marrying,
but our 14 year age gap an insurmountable adversary
the inescapable Philistines, riders of death, savages
will kill me before the morning
and my expectations for romance, like sons born to me,
beheaded, burned and put in graves next to mine.

------------1 Samuel 28:3-23
Now Samuel had died, and all Israel had lamented for him and buried him in Ramah, in his own city. And Saul had put the mediums and the spiritists out of the land. Then the Philistines gathered together, and came and encamped at Shunem. So Saul gathered all Israel together, and they encamped at Gilboa.  When Saul saw the army of the Philistines, he was afraid, and his heart trembled greatly.  And when Saul inquired of the Lord, the Lord did not answer him, either by dreams or by Urim or by the prophets. Then Saul said to his servants, “Find me a woman who is a medium, that I may go to her and inquire of her.” And his servants said to him, “In fact, there is a woman who is a medium at En Dor.” So Saul disguised himself and put on other clothes, and he went, and two men with him; and they came to the woman by night. And he said, “Please conduct a séance for me, and bring up for me the one I shall name to you.” Then the woman said to him, “Look, you know what Saul has done, how he has cut off the mediums and the spiritists from the land. Why then do you lay a snare for my life, to cause me to die?” And Saul swore to her by the Lord, saying, “As the Lord lives, no punishment shall come upon you for this thing.” Then the woman said, “Whom shall I bring up for you?” And he said, “Bring up Samuel for me.” When the woman saw Samuel, she cried out with a loud voice. And the woman spoke to Saul, saying, “Why have you deceived me? For you are Saul!” And the king said to her, “Do not be afraid. What did you see?” And the woman said to Saul, “I saw a spirit ascending out of the earth.” So he said to her, “What is his form?” And she said, “An old man is coming up, and he is covered with a mantle.” And Saul perceived that it was Samuel, and he stooped with his face to the ground and bowed down. Now Samuel said to Saul, “Why have you disturbed me by bringing me up?” And Saul answered, “I am deeply distressed; for the Philistines make war against me, and God has departed from me and does not answer me anymore, neither by prophets nor by dreams. Therefore I have called you, that you may reveal to me what I should do.” Then Samuel said: “So why do you ask me, seeing the Lord has departed from you and has become your enemy?  And the Lord has done for Himself as He spoke by me. For the Lord has torn the kingdom out of your hand and given it to your neighbor, David.  Because you did not obey the voice of the Lord nor execute His fierce wrath upon Amalek, therefore the Lord has done this thing to you this day.  Moreover the Lord will also deliver Israel with you into the hand of the Philistines. And tomorrow you and your sons will be with me. The Lord will also deliver the army of Israel into the hand of the Philistines.” Immediately Saul fell full length on the ground, and was dreadfully afraid because of the words of Samuel. And there was no strength in him, for he had eaten no food all day or all night. And the woman came to Saul and saw that he was severely troubled, and said to him, “Look, your maidservant has obeyed your voice, and I have put my life in my hands and heeded the words which you spoke to me.  Now therefore, please, heed also the voice of your maidservant, and let me set a piece of bread before you; and eat, that you may have strength when you go on your way.” But he refused and said, “I will not eat.”


 -----Catholic Girls Lyrics

Even with the walls around me,
 I'll always miss the place where
 I grew up.
 It made us tough.

 Simple love and wealthy families;
 suicides of kids that died too young.
 It broke us up.

 And I remember laughing
 when we caught up;
 asking if that was still a part of me.
 It's still a part of me.
 At night we used to drive
 until we couldn't.
 All that we wanted
 was some company,
 and it was comforting.

We'll all carry on into the world.

 Innocence was hard to stand by,
 even with those catholic girls we loved;
 when they gave it up.
 Life goes on.

But I remember laughing
 when we caught up;
 asking if that was still a part of me.
 It's still a part of me.
 At night we used to drive
 until we couldn't.
 All that we wanted
 was some company,
 and it was comforting.

Visit with the Virden family;
 Step inside the house I first felt love.
 I earned that cut.
 And Loriann I know you're out there
 watching us continue to grow up.
 You gave too much.
 Your life goes on.
 And I remember laughing
 when we caught up;
 asking if that was still a part of me.
 It's still a part of me.
 At night we used to drive
 until we couldn't.
 All that we wanted
 was some company,
 and it was comforting.

 At night we used to drive
 until we couldn't.
 All that we wanted
 was some company.

--------------Soco Amaretto Lime Lyrics

Passed out on the overpass
 Sunday best and broken glass
 Broken down from the bikes and bars
 Suspended like spirits over speeding cars
 You and me were kings over the parkway tonight
 And tonight will go on forever while we
 walk around this town like we own the streets
 and stay awake through summer like we own the heat
 Singing "everybody wake up (wake up) it's time to get down"
 (everybody, everybody wake up its time to get down)
 And when I pass the bottle back to Pete
 on the overpass tonight, I bet we laugh
 I'm gonna stay eighteen forever (cut me open)
 So we can stay like this forever (sun poisoned)
 And we'll never miss a party (this offer...)
 cause we keep them going constantly (...stands forever)
 And we'll never have to listen (new haircut)
 to anyone about anything (new bracelet)
 cause it's all been done and it's all been said (eyeliner)
 we're the coolest kids and we take what we can get

The hell out of this town
 Find some conversation
 The low fuel lights been on for days
 It doesn't mean anything
 I've got another 500, 'nother 500 miles
 before we shut this engine down,
 we shut it down

I'm gonna stay eighteen forever (cut me open)
 So we can stay like this forever (sun poisoned)
 And we'll never miss a party (this offer...)
 cause we keep them going constantly (...stands forever)
 And we'll never have to listen (new haircut)
 to anyone about anything (new bracelet)
 cause it's all been done and it's all been said (eyeliner)
 we're the coolest kids and we take what we can get (wait forever)

(you're just jealous cause I'm young and in love)
 Eighteen forever (first kisses)
 (your stomach's filled up but you're starved for conversation)
 So we can stay like this forever (new stitches)
 (you're spending all your nights growing old in your bed)
 And we'll never miss a party (collar weekend)
 (and your tearin up your photos cause you wanna forget... it's over)
 cause we keep them going constantly (appearance ticket)
 (you're just jealous cause I'm young and in love)
 And we'll never have to listen (November to...)
 (your stomach's filled up but you're starved for conversation)
 to anyone about anything cause it's all been done (...remember)
 (you're spending all your nights growing old in your bed)
 and it's all been said (nightswimmers)
 (and your tearin up your photos cause you wanna forget... it's over)
 we're the coolest kids and we take what we can get

Just jealous cause we're young and in love
 You're just jealous cause we're young and in love
 You're just jealous cause we're young and in love
 You're just jealous cause we're young and in love
 You're just jealous cause we're young and in love
 You're just jealous... [turntable scratch] 

Friday, February 28, 2014

The Today Show w Tony Conti (and Lazarus) Pt 5!!!!!


[The setting: 10AM, Thursday. The studios of the Today Show, main interview stage. A medley of robust camera men ferrying large video cameras and all of their associated equipment, replete with long thick power cords trailing them that have caused quite a number of unsuspecting staff to stumble in the past, encircle the stage. Today’s feature segment spotlights an interview between Matt Lauer and two guests of the show: Tony Conti, who has visited the set numerous times and first time participant, Lazarus from the Bible. The three men sit on plush chestnut colored couches facing each other.  The streets of Times Square, and more specifically the revelers with greeting signs and boisterous chanting directly behind the couches, seen clearly through the immaculately polished glass window panes set a festive mood for the viewing audience at home watching on their TV sets.]


 [A Cameraman gestures to Matt using his fingers to indicate, in descending order, the seconds left until the show will be broadcast live. Lazarus, a bit fidgety, eagerly awaits his opportunity to share his story with the world]

 Matt: …..AAAAAANNNNNNNDDDD WE’RE BACK!!!! Good morning everyone. As promised before the break, I am accompanied live in the studio by Lazarus….no last name provided….a man, who by his own admission, and I would be remiss if I didn’t mention corroborated by Biblical accounts, was incredibly...and I might say indelibly...raised from the dead after being buried!  And, for some reason that lout Tony Conti is sitting before me as well. (Speaking under his breath): I certainly have an axe to grind with management on this one….I cant stand this jerk….I better be getting big bucks! if they want me back next year….

 Tony (straining to hear the garble of Matt’s words masked in soft tones): WHATS THAT MATT??!!! GOT SOMETHING TO SAY BI**H !!!???? YOU WANT A PIECE OF THIS???!!!
[Tony’s cursing is censored by an audible chime from the studio]

 Lazarus (looking at Tony uneasily): ……………
[Matt Lauer stands and begins to take off his jacket in preparation of lunging at Tony. Security from the show rushes in. The show promptly cuts to commercial as the director of the show issues both Tony and Matt a stern warning not to ruin the special segment with their divisiveness. Matt sits back down and puts his coat on and again waits for the cue from the camera man to begin the interview for the TV audience.]

 Matt: …….sorry ladies and gentlemen, forgive my guest Tony here for ruining the last segment.
[Tony swiftly stands up and reaches in his pocket to grab something to throw at Matt’s head]

 Today Show Director (off camera but still able to be heard on set and by the TV audience): NO!!! TONY NO!!!!!!
[Tony sits down and composes himself]

 Lazarus (a bit agitated): ….uhhh….can….can I speak now?

 Matt (blushing): sure….(chuckling nervously)….sure yes. (clearing his throat)…now tell us…..what did it feel like to be raised from the dead!!!??? (Matt raises his tone in excitement)

 Lazarus (beaming with joy): …..Oh Matt it was amazing. It honestly felt like a long sleep. All of a sudden Im walking out the tomb! Unbelievable. I remember being sick before but….

 Tony (interrupting): ….w…wa..wait.  Now wait a minute. I gotta call bull…excuse…me…I gotta call you out on that man. YOU WANT ME TO BELIEVE YOU WAS DEAD….AND NOW YOU ALIVE……ALL BY YOURSELF??? COME ON NAH……WHAT YOU WORK FOR ANTI-AGING COMPANIES OR SOMETHING???? YOU WORK FOR GARNIER??......NEGRO PLEASE!!!!

 Matt (incensed at the crass talk and fearful the interview might devolve): …I warn you Tony….now our viewing audience knows all about that beat down I gave you last time…..

 Tony (feeling threatened and provoked. With a churlish grin):…..what????

 Matt (deadpan): you heard me quite clearly

Tony: Don’t make me buss you upside yo head Matt….DONT MAKE ME BUSS YOU UPSIDE YO HED!!!!

 Matt (twitching and jittery): try me…..NIGGA IN PARIS!!!!
[Tony jumps on Matt which causes the two to fall backwards in the chair, knocking it to the ground. Security immediately separates the two whilst the show again cuts to commercial break. Matt swings at Tony but misses as security pulls them into opposite corners of the room. Security has been directed to hold Tony and Matt for the last few minutes of the segment. Cameras roll with Lazarus sitting alone]

Lazarus (looking directly at camera)…….Im sorry, audience, if I didn’t get to go into all the details of my testimony. But if I could distill my story down into one or two salient points… I would say – trust Jesus. He raised me from the bleakest and most dismal circumstances giving a real and tangible face to the resurrection of hopes and dreams. If you have anything youre struggling with….financial troubles….sickness…..lack of romantic vitality…..dont give up. Trust in Jesus. He can make dead dreams live again….wounds heal….He can make the impossible possible. Just believe. Just believe and get on your knees and seek Him. ….pausing. (John 11)

 Today Show Director: …AAAAANNNNDDD CUT!!!!
[Cameramen shuffle and focus on the anchor desk with Al Roker and Carson Daly]

 Al: …..wow! Powerful testimony and ….(laughing) awesome UFC style banter guys!!!.......

 

Raised

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I am the resurrection and the life - John 11:25


----------------/The Thoughts of Lazarus Raised

When I was sick, acute pain of the liver, I fancied myself a ghost
I’d close my eyes and just walk around Bethany,
meandering even lingering at the places I held most dear.
I suspected I would never see those places again.
The temple, the market, the dirt roads facing North
on which I and comrades of my youth mused, secretly,
led to the Roman coliseum where we’d be gladiators,
conquerors of Caesar’s occupation,
thickening stench on all the land, only we Jews could smell.
“Lazarus beheaded a centurion:” so we wished
oblivious to the centurion of fallen humanity, my head currently in his lap,
draggled, sword drawn, bright beaming tip of finality
dazzling as it refracts light from the sun.
When I came to in bed, I would scan the walls
rotting wood that my lampstand matured into over the years,
this totem of human frailty, the burlap bags for the surplus harvest
slung in the shadowy corner of the room beneath the windowsill.
The gentle wind on my pained chest like angels’ breathing.

Everything’s different now. The sentimentality for ghosts -all gone,
displaced by precious predilections for savoring the present,
the incessant kissing from Mary and Martha,
the tears on Jesus’ face, bemused expressions on crowds
who flanked my tomb to give death a final salute for me,
like an embrace of Time from which I cant disengage. 
Its nebulous…but I think I recall dying, the haze
of the unknown and the bright light guiding me,
birthing canal of Spirit, attendant midwives of Destiny
awaiting. Yet now that Im back, the paradigm of the dead
and of dying
has invariably shifted. I no longer approximate death as lack of breath,
but rather refusal of belief,
that we’ve run out of things to resurrect,
the stubborn insistence that each day there are no people, or dreams,
or goals worth cherishing and cleaving to;
That there isn’t a little bit of Bethany in all of us
begging to be called forth from tombs of despair.

-------------------John 11:40-44
Jesus said to her, “Did I not say to you that if you would believe you would see the glory of God?” Then they took away the stone from the place where the dead man was lying. And Jesus lifted up His eyes and said, “Father, I thank You that You have heard Me.  And I know that You always hear Me, but because of the people who are standing by I said this, that they may believe that You sent Me.”  Now when He had said these things, He cried with a loud voice, “Lazarus, come forth!”  And he who had died came out bound hand and foot with graveclothes, and his face was wrapped with a cloth. Jesus said to them, “Loose him, and let him go.”


Thursday, February 27, 2014

Three Kings Convene

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[The setting:  The craggy apogee of the most disquieting mountain in Galilee, best known for its steep inclines and treacherous, narrow and winding paths heavily laden with thistles and thorns. This, also, is a sanctum for the most depraved and jaded wild birds and beasts with fierce and most unwelcome dispositions. Tony, Jesus and Satan sit on three large rocks directly facing Jerusalem’s temple hewn exquisitely by Satan especially for this occasion. Wolves skulk shrewdly behind various shrubs on the more level parts of the crest, between uneven frazzled patches of grass. Gentle breezes blow intermittently on this balmy twilit evening. The setting sun behind the mountain casts long shadows on the valley below  of the three men, evoking a gallant, almost grandiose effect on the dialectic at hand.]

Satan (cutting an ill-boding stare at Tony): So Gentlemen….
[Satan’s words and voice have an involuntarily, almost compulsorily, sinister and chilling tone to them, which is not lost on Jesus]

Satan: ….what exactly are we doing here? This mountain, this expanse below us…what is it all to us….three of the ruling class….three….GODS

Jesus: There is but one God

Tony: …dawg….man you be tripping with your dramatic voice dawg. Why don’t you tone it down a bit son, and keep it real my man? Nah mean my ni**a????

Satan [sneering]:….(clearing his throat)…..ahem!!...very well gents, well let me cut right to the chase….I have a proposition for you two….

Tony: …….word???!!!! YOU GOT A PREPOSITION FOR US??? You mean…in relation to the mountain we be standing on son??? THAT’S COOL SON. DATS DOPE….I NEVER MIND NO GRAMMAR LESSON….ESPECIALLY FROM THE BIG SATAN-DAWG HIMSELF….ANGEL OF DARKNESS SON-SON!!!...Can I call you Stan for short? It makes me feel less….stigmatized you know?...so anyway what preposition you talking about….underneath…..wait wait….or even……above????
[Satan raises his hand to strike Tony but Jesus sternly, but silently rebuffs him]

Satan [highly agitated on the verge of distress]:….no….you bit…ahem….you human…..ahem……I said proposition, not preposition…

Tony [staring blankly]:….OHHHHHHH!!! MY BAD DAWG….!!!!! YOU SAID PROP-OSITION!!!! OHHHHH WOOOORDDDDD!!!! My bad son. My bad blood. My bad gangstaaaaaaa!!! Which reminds me to ask….if you are Satan, you are like Hell’s true gangsta right?? STRAIGHT  OG RIGHT!!!!
[Satan cringes at the mention of Hell but maintains his deadpan expression]

Satan: …I want to offer you the world….money, shapely, submissive women, and limitless power.

Tony [wide-eyed] :……..adeep…adeeep…..adeep…..THAT SOUNDS GREEEEAAAAATTTT!!!! I WANT A GIRL SO BAD SON!!!! OOOOOOO!!! OOOOOOOO!!!!! WHERE DOES A NI**A LIKE ME SIGN UP FOR THAT SHII....
[Jesus stands up to reprimand Tony for his language]

Tony [scared]:….. THAT STUFF….MY BAD SON OF GOD, MY BAD!!!!

Satan [smiling slyly]: ……only one condition……bow down before me. Worship me, the world and your flesh forever. Become indulgent, hedonistic. Bow before your every worldly carnal desire….worship your every lust. If you do….EVERY WOMAN YOU COULD EVER WANT WILL BE YOURS TONY

Tony [looking sheepishly at Jesus]:………….GULP!!!.........UMMMMMM….WELL………….

King Of This World

* dedicated to Bring Me The Horizon, The House of Wolves
http://youtu.be/i7GgT2NnGKk

Again, the devil took Him up on an exceedingly high mountain, and showed Him all the kingdoms of the world and their glory.  And he said to Him, “All these things I will give You if You will fall down and worship me.” Matthew 4:8-9


-----------------------/King of this World

What does Satan require of us? The Prince of Darkness perched
on a high mountain like an inverted throne,
(god of our world coronated - our lusts chanting live long)
the irony of the subversion of power and the haughty perspective
it breeds, beckons bread from stone.
And what is our desert, if not our patience stolen by bread.
Forty days of testing proving grounds for survival
of our decorum, of our sanity, of our welfare
(our normalcy)
threatened not by howling wolves of prey seeking us
seething with anger at their own abject hunger pangs
but the wolves within us,
the howling discontent, the bloodlust for adultery and pornography.
Provocation by subtlety, seduction by misguided charm.
And so jail will forge ahead to converge upon our paths
marching steadfast and hastily, death too soon, sepulchers too sudden
our families rent
as we dash our feet against stones
decrying the angels of conscience we defied atop the pinnacles
of our own egos bartering with fate we purportedly control
but in the end know little to nothing of.
Monarch of deception- propagating poverty as power
promiscuity as pride’s progeny
aborting fetuses but birthing children of damned self esteems
imploring us to grasp his ankles and feel the pulse of shrewd blood
pulsing through his feet…he pronounces above us power limitless
breath of hell bristling hairs on napes.
And so I, a citizen of sexual perversion, bankruptcy and envy
remunerate
in taxes, in regret, years lost
tumbleweeds receding in the horizon, quickly forgotten
rather than walk forty days trusting righteousness and purity.
in a Good God who wont let his servants fall;
We'd be stronger and happier in the end.



-----The House of Wolves, Lyrics
Show me a sign, show me a reason to give,
 A solitary f* about your god damn beliefs
 I'm going blind, but one thing's clear
 Death is the only salvation you'll feel

Brick by brick by brick
 Brick by brick by brick

 What you call faith, I call a sorry excuse
 Cloak and daggers murder the truth
 The bitter taste, there's nothing else
 I'll bow for your king when he shows himself

 Brick by brick by brick
 These walls begin to cave in
 The house of wolves you built
 Whispers in a thousand tongues
 Show me your face, show me a reason to think,
 My soul can be saved if I sell you my sins
 I'm going blind, but one thing's clear
 Death is the only salvation for me

 Brick by brick by brick
 These walls begin to cave in
 The house of wolves you built
 Whispers in a thousand tongues
 (The house of wolves you built)
 (The nest of wolves you built)
 The house of wolves you built
 Will burn just like a thousand suns
 When you die, the only kingdom you'll see
 Is 2 foot wide and 6 foot deep
 Yeah!
 And when you die, the only kingdom you'll see
 Is 2 foot wide and 6 foot deep
 And when you die, the only kingdom you'll see
 Is 2 foot wide and 6 foot deep, oh!

 Brick by brick by brick
 Brick by brick by brick
 Brick by brick by brick
 These walls begin to cave in
 The house of wolves you built
 Whispers in a thousand tongues
 Brick by brick by brick
 These walls begin to cave in
 The house of wolves you built
 Will burn just like a thousand suns
 You said you want me
 Now I'm here, now I'm here, now I'm here
 You said you want me
 Now I'm here, now I'm here, now I'm here 

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Ann H. - To My Salt Princess (For never and never)

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*dedicated to Chiodos, Intensity in Ten Cities
http://youtu.be/xDIPD7mEjxQ  ----> click dat link yall
* dedicated to Ann H*

-----------------/Salt

Your smile is to me, like Sodom;
Curly blonde hair, blue eyes and that infectious feint amiable laugh:
scabbed (wounded by deep discontent), leprous, lecherous men 
intent on carnage – rape of the innocent, slaughtering the righteous.
You have breasts that could set any man’s heart ablaze
like fire from the sky
like brimstone engulfing everything on the ground,
my scorching passion. Gomorrah.
When I first laid eyes on you, migrating from the tents of Abraham
the security of girls less breathtaking,
the safety of the loneliness I’d come to relish,
I knew judgment was drawing near.
But caution and prudence tried to preserve me from pain –
two angels full of compassion – buffers against distressing emotions,
those craven men who yell your repudiation
mobs howling your disavowals and refusals to my lunch invitations
wholly craven and banging on the door of my self esteem
savagely (Like a dilapidated hut set in the wrong part of town).
And of course I was the fool, as I offered my best for your worst,
my eyes of desperation and fawning, two virgin daughters
in exchange for your callous disregard of my feelings, macabre defilement
of fake salutations and warm pleasantries exchanged,
the loss of all my dignity in a crass town with no dignity to speak of.
I wouldn’t listen to the angels. They attempted to coerce me away from you,
my addiction, my coveted white-girl goddess whose presence feels like
the sweetest intoxication, indulgence and hedonism.
If your disdain is torture I am a misguided nephew of masochism.
When we are set to cross paths, every instinct within tells me to run,
“Get up, get out of this place” Tony….for Ann will destroy this city.
I could flee to the plains, you know, to other girls who don’t captivate
or safe havens of other activity to try and heal,
Zoar, a city in the middle of the desert plains quiet and listless and anonymous
with no love.
Now, every time we pass each other in the hall....
it feels like Im wrenching my arms from angels’ hands
sending them to God empty handed
to turn my gaze back on a city full of my fantasies that no longer exists,
one that turned to salt long ago.

(And maybe I have too.....)

[OH ANN, WHY WONT YOU DATE ME? WHY DO YOU SMILE AT ME BUT IT MEANS NOTHING????]

--------------Genesis 19:12-26
Then the men said to Lot, “Have you anyone else here? Son-in-law, your sons, your daughters, and whomever you have in the city—take them out of this place!  For we will destroy this place, because the outcry against them has grown great before the face of the Lord, and the Lord has sent us to destroy it.”  So Lot went out and spoke to his sons-in-law, who had married his daughters, and said, “Get up, get out of this place; for the Lord will destroy this city!” But to his sons-in-law he seemed to be joking. When the morning dawned, the angels urged Lot to hurry, saying, “Arise, take your wife and your two daughters who are here, lest you be consumed in the punishment of the city.”  And while he lingered, the men took hold of his hand, his wife’s hand, and the hands of his two daughters, the Lord being merciful to him, and they brought him out and set him outside the city.  So it came to pass, when they had brought them outside, that he said, “Escape for your life! Do not look behind you nor stay anywhere in the plain. Escape to the mountains, lest you be destroyed.” Then Lot said to them, “Please, no, my lords!   Indeed now, your servant has found favor in your sight, and you have increased your mercy which you have shown me by saving my life; but I cannot escape to the mountains, lest some evil overtake me and I die.  See now, this city is near enough to flee to, and it is a little one; please let me escape there (is it not a little one?) and my soul shall live.” And he said to him, “See, I have favored you concerning this thing also, in that I will not overthrow this city for which you have spoken.  Hurry, escape there. For I cannot do anything until you arrive there.” Therefore the name of the city was called Zoar. The sun had risen upon the earth when Lot entered Zoar.  Then the Lord rained brimstone and fire on Sodom and Gomorrah, from the Lord out of the heavens.  So He overthrew those cities, all the plain, all the inhabitants of the cities, and what grew on the ground. But his wife looked back behind him, and she became a pillar of salt.


--------Intensity In Ten Cities Lyrics

I'm not the one that you want, I'll only let you down.
 And I'm pretty sure that you've caught on.
 And you can say that 'Oh, I'm just feeling sorry for my...'
 I think it's every time I walk into a room
 a silence so sudden that I seem to hear it
 (Smiles turn to frowns)
 Contact saying that you are the rain on their parade.
 And how long could you hang on to a word?
 Tell me, how long could you hang on to a word?
 I'm not the one that you want, I'll only let you down.
 And I'm pretty sure that you've caught on.
 And you can say that 'Oh, I'm just feeling sorry for myself'
 Or maybe it's all eyes on him
 in love with ego and intention
 the eyes that are just begging me for more.
 This is gone and I can see it
 your head is full of words,
 full of words that don't mean anything.
 And how long could you hang on to a word?
 Tell me, how long could you hang on to a word?
 I'm not the one that you want, I'll always let you down.
 And I'm pretty sure that you've caught on.
 And you can say that 'Oh, I'm just feeling sorry for myself'
 I'm not the one that you want, I'll always let you down.
 And I'm pretty sure that you've caught on.
 And you can say that 'Oh, I'm just feeling sorry for myself'
 (If that's how you feel, then what's there to do?
 I'll keep this feeling in my heart
 but when you look in my eyes, you will know the truth.) 

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Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted? it is thenceforth good for nothing, but to be cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men. - Matthew 5:13