Mary

Mary, I just knew this poem was gonna be special before I even wrote it. I knew you would be with me, cleaving to me like you always do.

You are the Heart and Soul of Catholicism, my hope is, maybe through this poem, I can engender some of the love and passion I have for you to my readers.

I want to end by saluting you the only way that is appropriate - like the Angel Gabriel taught us:

 Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

#WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

My Israel (The Invocation)

* Dedicated to the Virgin Mary
* Dedicated to Scary Kids Scaring Kids, Free Again
https://youtu.be/q4ieMa1U6HE
*Mary, pray for me

+----------------------/My Israel (The Invocation): The Virgin Mary’s Thoughts/Subconscious Invocation to the Angel Gabriel Before He Arrived

At night I adjust the latch on
the door and commence the ritual,
whispering emotionally charged
incantations into fire-
the hot oil in the lamp simmering,
anger, fear, and anxiety in the soul of the Jew,
and as smoke rises from the extinguished
flame, I always reach out
and clench a fistful with my right hand
so my body can feel the warmth of
Moses’s past life, the pillar of fire by night,
and so my skin can to be consoled by
this symbolic answer to my prayers
like the incense of angels in God’s presence,
even if my mind cant quite fathom it yet.
These are dark times
spent staring longingly at the moon.
I am a girl shackled by Caesars tyrannical paganism
raging inside for redemption. I, red eyed and
snarling everytime Roman legions of soldiers
saunter by superciliously, like
the slithering of the serpent who seduced Eve,
indignant when tax collectors go plundering
from village to village, willing to sell their souls
for profit as the rest of us nearly starve
in winter.
Every night is pleading, my day
waiting in patience….for you. (Whoever
you are). You and I are on this crash
course I feel, and that at some point kindred
wills will inevitably collide.
A messenger sent from my dream,
an emissary, a herald of emancipation from
the lives of my grandchildren, perhaps,
too kind to leave my poor heart languishing
in presentiment, and coming back to comfort me 
because I would rather die
than live like this.
Like Jacob I will wrestle with God
until He answers, biting Him through my tears
scratching Him with midnight screams,
and clawing Him with intense silent longing…for
at least some reckoning from above,
nightly scuffles (with just a touch of animus)
for a resolution to all the world’s cynicism and hate,
for the Salvation of Israel,
my Israel. 

-----------------Luke 1:26-38
And in the sixth month the angel Gabriel was sent from God unto a city of Galilee, named Nazareth, To a virgin espoused to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David; and the virgin's name was Mary. And the angel came in unto her, and said, Hail, thou that art highly favoured, the Lord is with thee: blessed art thou among women. And when she saw him, she was troubled at his saying, and cast in her mind what manner of salutation this should be. And the angel said unto her, Fear not, Mary: for thou hast found favour with God. And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a son, and shalt call his name Jesus. He shall be great, and shall be called the Son of the Highest: and the Lord God shall give unto him the throne of his father David: And he shall reign over the house of Jacob for ever; and of his kingdom there shall be no end. Then said Mary unto the angel, How shall this be, seeing I know not a man? And the angel answered and said unto her, The Holy Ghost shall come upon thee, and the power of the Highest shall overshadow thee: therefore also that holy thing which shall be born of thee shall be called the Son of God. And, behold, thy cousin Elisabeth, she hath also conceived a son in her old age: and this is the sixth month with her, who was called barren. For with God nothing shall be impossible. And Mary said, Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to thy word. And the angel departed from her.

-----Free Again Lyrics
We, are we out of our minds?
We can't live this way forever, forever
So run, run with me from the ordinary
It's our time to escape, lose ourselves

If we can find a way to break this chain
Within the natural cycle
Leave your answers behind
We'll be there to decide

If we can find the strength
To go our own way, to go our own way
It will take your breath away
Will take your breath away

We, are we out of our minds?
We can't live this way forever, forever
So run, run with me from the ordinary
Come on, it's our time to escape, lose ourselves

We finally found a way to make the change
We'll make the change together
Old ways left behind
Chains will loosen over time

We finally found the strength
To go our own way, to go our own way
No longer are we confined
The power of resolution shines

Now we are free again
We are free again
We are free again

Do I have your attention?
Look what we can create
It will take your breath away
Will take your breath away, away

Do I have your attention?
Now's our time to escape
Found the strength to go our own way

Now we are free again
We are free again, again
Now we are free again
We are free again, again, again
We are free again

Your Heart Is A Lake Of Fire To Me

And he said unto them, I beheld Satan as lightning fall from heaven. – Luke 10:18

*  Saint Michael pray for me
* Dedicated to Dashboard Confessional, This Bitter Pill
http://youtu.be/b817HX-Upzg

+------------------------------/Your Heart Is A Lake Of Fire To Me

Ann when we first met,
your ethereal curls of golden hair,  breasts
as dazzling as hallowed fire that burns
before angels perpetually but never
losing its luminosity, your eyes like topaz stones
beckoned into existence
the first moment I looked into them, it was as if
everything about you was predetermined,
a calculated emanation of Perfection,
an exhibition,
simply for the sake of The Good.
(You were my White Girl God, omnipotent,
uber intellectual, eternally fabulous.)
Talking to you, emailing you,
leaves in a Garden of Bliss caressing my face,
rivers of healing waters entrancing my feet.
My God, you are so sexy, I remember when
we agreed to meet for lunch everything
about my life was celestial then,
the workmanship of tabrets and pipes was prepared in me
that day because no one, no stroke of fate
could contain the ebullient songs I had crafted
was still crafting in my heart.
I remember closing my eyes in a vision,
ascending up to your Throne to sit beside you
and kiss your soft lips,
commanding the stars to write my words of
endearment to you, the angels caroling as we
had sex…..
Heaven, for a moment at my disposal.
It must have all been too much for you
to bear. In your eyes, I dared to tarry on stones of fire
for too long, to array myself in one too many
precious stones of presumption I suppose. 
Oh Ann, how your thrice consigned rejections:
of lunch and two make-up lunch dates,
and then subsequent marriage to another man
has cut me down to the ground!
Your abject cruelty is hell on earth,
everyday I cleave to the sides of the pit
just trying to get by
 while I still have strength,
a fallen angel delaying the
inevitable. All those that see me lingering in my singleness
well into my thirties narrowly look upon me
and scoff – is this the man filled with haughtiness,
who arrogantly deemed all the world
a wilderness, everything exigent thing in his life
a destroyed city - compared to his assumed love? 
Whenever I walk by you now,
my heart dies the death of the uncircumcised,
and I get depressed and the throbbing inhalation
of accursed black smoke in my nose
and the screams of the damned keep reoccurring.

No matter what I do I cant repeal your verdict,
I will never never never be good enough
for you. The knowledge of this is sulfur
on the skin, the beast and the false prophet,
my heart and my soul,
bawling in the anguish of a pain that doesn’t
subside. There will never be another
girl like you in my life, and for this
I am a broken man,
an Angel of Light disgracefully drowning
in the torment of rejection
from His God
who refuses to listen anymore.


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

Isaiah 14:11-17
Thy pomp is brought down to the grave, and the noise of thy viols: the worm is spread under thee, and the worms cover thee. How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations! For thou hast said in thine heart, I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God: I will sit also upon the mount of the congregation, in the sides of the north: I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will be like the most High. Yet thou shalt be brought down to hell, to the sides of the pit. They that see thee shall narrowly look upon thee, and consider thee, saying, Is this the man that made the earth to tremble, that did shake kingdoms; That made the world as a wilderness, and destroyed the cities thereof; that opened not the house of his prisoners?

Ezekiel 28:6-19
Therefore thus saith the Lord God; Because thou hast set thine heart as the heart of God; Behold, therefore I will bring strangers upon thee, the terrible of the nations: and they shall draw their swords against the beauty of thy wisdom, and they shall defile thy brightness. They shall bring thee down to the pit, and thou shalt die the deaths of them that are slain in the midst of the seas. Wilt thou yet say before him that slayeth thee, I am God? but thou shalt be a man, and no God, in the hand of him that slayeth thee. Thou shalt die the deaths of the uncircumcised by the hand of strangers: for I have spoken it, saith the Lord God. Moreover the word of the Lord came unto me, saying, Son of man, take up a lamentation upon the king of Tyrus, and say unto him, Thus saith the Lord God; Thou sealest up the sum, full of wisdom, and perfect in beauty. Thou hast been in Eden the garden of God; every precious stone was thy covering, the sardius, topaz, and the diamond, the beryl, the onyx, and the jasper, the sapphire, the emerald, and the carbuncle, and gold: the workmanship of thy tabrets and of thy pipes was prepared in thee in the day that thou wast created. Thou art the anointed cherub that covereth; and I have set thee so: thou wast upon the holy mountain of God; thou hast walked up and down in the midst of the stones of fire. Thou wast perfect in thy ways from the day that thou wast created, till iniquity was found in thee. By the multitude of thy merchandise they have filled the midst of thee with violence, and thou hast sinned: therefore I will cast thee as profane out of the mountain of God: and I will destroy thee, O covering cherub, from the midst of the stones of fire. Thine heart was lifted up because of thy beauty, thou hast corrupted thy wisdom by reason of thy brightness: I will cast thee to the ground, I will lay thee before kings, that they may behold thee. Thou hast defiled thy sanctuaries by the multitude of thine iniquities, by the iniquity of thy traffick; therefore will I bring forth a fire from the midst of thee, it shall devour thee, and I will bring thee to ashes upon the earth in the sight of all them that behold thee. All they that know thee among the people shall be astonished at thee: thou shalt be a terror, and never shalt thou be any more.

Jude 1:9
Yet Michael the archangel, when contending with the devil he disputed about the body of Moses, durst not bring against him a railing accusation, but said, The Lord rebuke thee

---This Bitter Pill Lyrics
Walking away, it's not the same as running
Is it to you now that you've run this in the ground?
And you say, "Take this, this medicine is just what you deserve"
Swallow, choke, and die

And this bitter pill is leaving you with such an angry mouth
One that's void of all discretion such an awful tearing sound
With it's measure only equal by the power of my stare
Glaring over you and over you
This feeling of despair is never wearing out

It's wearing off and it's leaving you with such a heavy heart
And a head to match the bottle is waiting
The cap is twisted begging to be used and so are you

And this bitter pill is leaving you with such an angry mouth
One that's void of all discretion such an awful tearing sound
With it's measure only equal by the power of my stare
Glaring over you and over you this feeling of despair is never wearing out
Wearing out, wearing out, wearing out, wearing out, wearing out

Quran, 3:45-47

AAAyooooooo!!! So party peoples, tha otha nite I was doing my thang right? I was dancing, diddy bopping to Blank Space, nahm saying…..having a ball!!!! All of a sudden, the Syrian Christians martyred by ISIS appeared to me….figuratively speaking….and they implored me to honor them on my blog!!!

So I was like….yooooo dudes, I would, but I uh….I be busy you see? And they was like….”Dawg, Taylor Swift is busy.”  A LITTLE UNNERVED, I SIGHED…..”OKAY GUYS….LETS DO IT!!!!, I ALREADY DONE WROTE ABOUT ISIS BEFORE, BUT….LIKE DMX AND JADAKISS SAID……HERE WE GO AGAIN!!!! HERE WE GO AGAIN!!!!!”

http://youtu.be/mLRDE4l4huc

(Quran, 3:45-47) says that Jesus is of the righteous….so why would you murder His followers? Wouldn’t it follow that they are righteous too? We just want peace ISIS, not murder…..

Come on bros....I gotta stick up for mine, you understand. May Allah bless the RIGHTEOUS Christian martyrs you have slain.


Remember) when the angels said, “O Mary, God gives you good news of a word from Him (God), whose name is the Messiah Jesus, son of Mary, revered in this world and the Hereafter, and one of those brought near (to God).  He will speak to the people from his cradle and as a man, and he is of the righteous.” She said, “My Lord, how can I have a child when no mortal has touched me?” He said, “So (it will be).  God creates what He wills.  If He decrees a thing, He says to it only, ‘Be!’ and it is.” Quran, 3:45-47

Didymus Dying #stopisis (Quran, 3:45-47)

 

 

*  Saint Thomas, pray for me
*dedicated to all the Syrian Christians Martyred by ISIS
* dedicated to Kanye West and Rick Ross, Live Fast Die Young
http://youtu.be/ZocrHzjjwVU

   So they could never say we never lived it
   And if I see Biggie tonight, I loved every minute - Kanye West

+-----/Didymus Dying; The Thoughts of Thomas Before Visiting Lazarus, Prepared to Die

I wonder what Lazarus dreams
in Sheol, if he can see,
leaning against Abraham, smoke rising
or smell smoldering soot, scent of olive wood,
on the other side, 
from the blaze we kindled tonight,
its warmth consoling our hands
in solemn serenity
perhaps just one last time together,
our collective foreboding wresting 
from us our fondest memories,
as we eulogize them by fire
with dramatic intonation- like hymns,
a dirge at a funeral pyre.
Tomorrow in Judea we shall hail
former luminaries of the synagogue
as assassins,
Pharisees and Sadducees 
with a perverse predilection for death:
Herod’s soldiers are already burnishing
their silver and sinister swords
and grinning that deranged and snaggletoothed
grin all soldiers do before they kill.
Staring at the stars, our souls
seemingly suspended in time, for a time,
we fall asleep in succession,
each making a pact of loyalty to one another,
and with our cause – (salvation for the world).    
I watch the rhythmic breathing,
rising and falling of my brothers, my Savior,
and wonder
 if he can hear my whispering above crackling logs,
Lazarus, I plead, “remember me my friend,
as I soar across that divide…”
perhaps with my head hacked off,
my body pelted or impaled with serrated stone
fueled by the din of a diabolical mob,
our martyrdom cascading from Judea to Rome,
blood pooling at the feet of Satan,
Tiberius Caesar.


--------------------John 11:1-16
Now a certain man was sick, named Lazarus, of Bethany, the town of Mary and her sister Martha.
(It was that Mary which anointed the Lord with ointment, and wiped his feet with her hair, whose brother Lazarus was sick.) Therefore his sisters sent unto him, saying, Lord, behold, he whom thou lovest is sick. When Jesus heard that, he said, This sickness is not unto death, but for the glory of God, that the Son of God might be glorified thereby. Now Jesus loved Martha, and her sister, and Lazarus. When he had heard therefore that he was sick, he abode two days still in the same place where he was. Then after that saith he to his disciples, Let us go into Judaea again. His disciples say unto him, Master, the Jews of late sought to stone thee; and goest thou thither again? Jesus answered, Are there not twelve hours in the day? If any man walk in the day, he stumbleth not, because he seeth the light of this world. But if a man walk in the night, he stumbleth, because there is no light in him. These things said he: and after that he saith unto them, Our friend Lazarus sleepeth; but I go, that I may awake him out of sleep. Then said his disciples, Lord, if he sleep, he shall do well. Howbeit Jesus spake of his death: but they thought that he had spoken of taking of rest in sleep. Then said Jesus unto them plainly, Lazarus is dead.  And I am glad for your sakes that I was not there, to the intent ye may believe; nevertheless let us go unto him. Then said Thomas, which is called Didymus, unto his fellow disciples, Let us also go, that we may die with him.

------Live Fast Die Young Lyrics
H*, I want to show how you all look like beautiful stars tonight
You've got to feel it
Aw, you soundin' good

They say we can't be livin' like this for the rest of our lives
But we gon' be livin' like this for the rest of tonight
And you know they gon' be bangin' this s* for the rest of our lives
So live fast and die young
Live fast and die young
Live fast and die young

Livin' fast, now it's all in the rags
Hard-headed, but my top peelin' back
Tinted glass on my '57, n* with a attitude
Me, young and radical, methods are mathematical
Let my convertible marinate on the avenue
Mami, that's half a million, I'm livin' la vida rapido
Die young, but f* it, we flew first class
Turned you to a rich b* by your first glass
Up in this b* and we lit up like a screen
Every time we hit the charts, n* shoot up like a fiend
Stuntin' like we printin' money with machines
What you see me wavin', Vacheron Constantin
Like Mike, my Spikes stay all white
24 karat gold, eighty carats worth of ice
Ice insured, f* life insurance
I live for the moment, and put a bullet on that
Ross got the club rockin' like a f* boat
I'm the pirate on this ship, all you mates got to go
Good party over here, everybody over here
You know the word travel fast, everybody know we here
All the bottles over here, even spread it over there
All the models over here, but they s* everywhere
She came to party like it's 1999
If she died on my d* she would live through my rhymes

They say we can't be livin' like this for the rest of our lives
But we gon' be livin' like this for the rest of tonight
And you know they gon' be bangin' this sh* for the rest of our lives
So live fast and die young
Live fast and die young
Live fast and die young

For all my young ladies that drivin' Miss Daisy
Drivin' me crazy, rock the beat, baby
I'm about to err, she eat up the pavement
I don't give a err, baby, he crazy
I'm back by unpopular demand
Least he's still poppin' in Japan, shoppin' in Milan
Hoppin' out the van, screams from the fans
"Jeezy, always knew you'd be on top again!"
And we 'bout to hit Jacob the Jeweler
So I can be like Slick Rick, and rule ya
Dr. Martin Louis the King, Junior
And I'ma never let the dream turn to Krueger's
My outfit's so disrespectful
You can go 'head and sneeze 'cause my presence blessed you
I mean, we walked in this b* so stylish
N* done mistook me for my stylist
And I know it's superficial and you say it's just clothes
But we shoppin' in that M*, and it just closed
So go ahead and just pose
When she walked up out the dressing room, the store just froze
And I know they tryna get they cool back
And them ghetto b* hollin' "How you do that?"
So they could never say we never lived it
And if I see Biggie tonight, I loved every minute

They say we can't be livin' like this for the rest of our lives
But we gon' be livin' like this for the rest of tonight
And you know they gon' be bangin' this sh* for the rest of our lives
So live fast and die young
Live fast and die young
Live fast and die young

Peter Piper pickin' peppers, Rick pitch poems
My leather long enough to keep a thick b* warm
When that a* is enormous, abs abnormal
And tans in the morning on sands in California
Seems like we gettin' money for the wrong things
Look around, Maseratis for the whole team
Look at Haiti, children dyin' round the clock, n*
I sent a hundred grand, but that's a decent watch, n*
I'm gettin' better, 'cause it would at least have dropped, n*
I'ma get my money right, just watch, n*
She had a miscarriage, I couldn't cry, though
'Cause you and I know she was only my side h*
Uh, I got 'em catchin' amnesia
Time to pull my f* minks out the freezer
See the lynx and you just think, "Jesus"
I'm hot 'til the day a day freezes
Young and radical, methods are mathematical
I'm multiplyin' my money through different avenues
Took many to war, shook never before
For my mother I applaud Ms. Afeni Shakur
Ice insured, f* life insurance
Three bad bitches, it don't come concurrent
Still, you know the dope won't stop
And if I die today bury me in a dope-a* watch

They say we can't be livin' like this for the rest of our lives
But we gon' be livin' like this for the rest of tonight
And you know they gon' be bangin' this s* for the rest of our lives
So live fast and die young
Live fast and die young
Live fast and die young

Taylor Swift, MY Savior of the Gadarenes (#TaylorDateTony)

* dedicated to Taylor Swift #TaylorDateTony
* dedicated to Chasing Ghosts, The Amity Affliction
http://youtu.be/g2BI3Fww1vA

+----------------------/Taylor Swift, MY Savior of the Gadarenes (A Captive Set Free)

Taylor, who knows how long
my heart has assumed the role
of terrified and demented
exile? At night I cant sleep with sheets 
girted about me, they feel like chains,
fastened windows like myriad hands of a
wearied mob grasping  my neck and baying,
rabidly pushing and tightening fetters,
wishing only that I was dead,
or at least as far removed from town (sanity)
as possible. Peace only comes
when I let the cold air in my room,
curtains billowing like Death’s Wings,
and howl at the top of my lungs,
my neighborhood the country of
the Gadarenes,
vociferously, barbarically pleading for love after
such a prolonged absence.
You see, my heart, it knows no man,
it comprehends no human language,
naked and afraid it languishes in
my body like a man with scars sobbing
himself to sleep somberly, arms draped
around the tomb of his grandmother,
invoking her spirit to come succor him.
Because there is no one else in the
wilderness of the lovelorn, except demons
intoning the echoes of the girls from whom
Ive been spurned, wolves of regret encircling
the imminently damned.
I think that’s when it all began and I succumbed,
the devils possessed me when I
approached the wrong kinds of women.
Sinister séances of seducing sluts.

But your blonde hair and blue eyes
are more gripping than any
rusty iron yoked on my wrists;
When I saw your Blank Space video
recently, it was as if you were in a boat
approaching shore
and I had to chase after you.
Like Freedom was sent to me
as a Son from God above,
your angelic voice so
entrancing it drove away all malice.
 When you danced, when your lips
moved as you sung, it felt as if all the
damaging thoughts from all
the damaging girls in my past
fled from me and into pigs (lolz) on a hillside,
and perished,
choking in the sea beneath a cliff. 

When the video was over,
I imagined you asking me my name,
and
leaning in to kiss me before you had
to sail off (probably to go on tour).
I said it used to be Legion,
before I looked at your pretty face,
for my psychoses were many,
but now I am myself again.  


------------------Luke 8:25-39
And he said unto them, Where is your faith? And they being afraid wondered, saying one to another, What manner of man is this! for he commandeth even the winds and water, and they obey him. And they arrived at the country of the Gadarenes, which is over against Galilee. And when he went forth to land, there met him out of the city a certain man, which had devils long time, and ware no clothes, neither abode in any house, but in the tombs. When he saw Jesus, he cried out, and fell down before him, and with a loud voice said, What have I to do with thee, Jesus, thou Son of God most high? I beseech thee, torment me not. (For he had commanded the unclean spirit to come out of the man. For oftentimes it had caught him: and he was kept bound with chains and in fetters; and he brake the bands, and was driven of the devil into the wilderness.) And Jesus asked him, saying, What is thy name? And he said, Legion: because many devils were entered into him. And they besought him that he would not command them to go out into the deep. And there was there an herd of many swine feeding on the mountain: and they besought him that he would suffer them to enter into them. And he suffered them. Then went the devils out of the man, and entered into the swine: and the herd ran violently down a steep place into the lake, and were choked. When they that fed them saw what was done, they fled, and went and told it in the city and in the country. Then they went out to see what was done; and came to Jesus, and found the man, out of whom the devils were departed, sitting at the feet of Jesus, clothed, and in his right mind: and they were afraid. They also which saw it told them by what means he that was possessed of the devils was healed. Then the whole multitude of the country of the Gadarenes round about besought him to depart from them; for they were taken with great fear: and he went up into the ship, and returned back again. Now the man out of whom the devils were departed besought him that he might be with him: but Jesus sent him away, saying, Return to thine own house, and shew how great things God hath done unto thee. And he went his way, and published throughout the whole city how great things Jesus had done unto him


-----Chasing Ghosts Lyrics
Will they remember my name when I'm gone,
 (When they know what I did was so f* wrong)
 Put the steel to my wrist, lost the breath in my chest,
 (Just to forget all the wrongs I had left)
 I took the exit, left my friends in the gutter,
 (Left my life right behind me, left myself, left it all)
 Left myself, left it all, not a falter not a stutter
 Not a note, and now?,
 (There’s nothing at all)

(Are you at all haunted by memories past?
 Are you ready to make this one breath your last?
 Is your chest so heavy you're ready to leave,
 Or are you hoping that some one will grieve?)

And now we roll on...
 I'm gone now,I don't remember much,
 I just know that I would have been better off if I had stayed,
 spoken to a friend,
 (let my heart keep on beating and not given it all up)
 for the grave, for the grave
 There's no one on the other side there's nothing more than what I had.
 There's no ghost left to haunt you so you know I'm still here,
 just the end of my life nothing left here at all.
 (There's no memories here, just regrets of the dead),
 please don't follow my footsteps - cherish all you have left.

(Are you at all haunted by memories past?
 Are you ready to make this one breath your last?
 Is your chest so heavy you’re ready to leave?
 Or are you just hoping that someone will grieve?)

There's no one there on the other side,
 (there's no one there on the other side)
 There's nothing more than what I had.

(There's no ghost left to haunt you)
 There's no memories here (memories here)
 just the regrets of the dead (regrets of the dead)
 please don't follow in my footsteps (my footsteps)
 cherish all you have left.

 (Are you at all haunted by memories past?
 Are you ready to make this one breath your last?
 Is your chest so heavy you’re ready to leave?
 Or are you just hoping that someone will grieve?)

 (Are you at all haunted by memories past?
 Are you ready to make this one breath your last?
 Is your chest so heavy you’re ready to leave?
 Or are you just hoping that someone will grieve?)

The Fishermen Diaries

* Dedicated to Thursday, Paris in Flames
http://youtu.be/t-2ngUte1Qg
* Dedicated to Moving Mountains, Hands
http://youtu.be/xxqRaugdsis

+------------/The Fishermen Diaries; Peter’s Thoughts the Night after Meeting Jesus

Just a man knotting string, I tell myself
each morning, just a man
laying its intersecting strands
on deck with his brother, biding time
in a boat just unmoored and drifting
to the heart of the Sea of Galilee.
Brooding and staring
at the rising sun together, we 
a synchronism, stand -
gazing at our aging selves tossed aside
by tides of time, regret
imagining our lost youth on the next wave,
and before we can reach out
to grasp and retain memory 
(the good ones…absent the bitter salt)
this irredeemable part of our lives
flits away in the wind. 
With my net as artifice,
I poeticize fish as episodes of the heart
to be caught and resurrected,
eulogies on the mast while
floating on a womb of delusion,
a cursing of life and beckoning of rebirth,
so Andrew and I hail a large haul as
palliative, an anesthetic to a life lost.
(Our meals, massive bonfires dedicated to
ghosts of the past, communal
dinner prayers on land to Leviathan.)

When our boat pulls ashore,
a silhouette approaches, a man’s face
as calm as the night subsequent a hellacious war
with the moon and silence for eyes. His words like
Daniel’s apocalypse thundering:
“There is no turning back” he says, arms extended,
“forsake the fish, and
you just might see the Hand of God.”

-----------------Matthew 4:18-20
Now as Jesus was walking by the Sea of Galilee, He saw two brothers, Simon who was called Peter, and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea; for they were fishermen. And He said to them, "Follow Me, and I will make you fishers of men." Immediately they left their nets and followed Him.

------------Paris in Flames Lyrics
Now it's time to wrap our fears in the night
 And on the first day I'll dress this city in flames
 After all the things you say
 You hate me for being this way

Still you won't let go of old ideals
 There is no headline to read at night
 When the record skips and you're not holding the needle

We all sing the songs of separation
 And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands
 That's how it was on the first day
 When we saw Paris in Flames

Rain, rain down
 I think it's going to rain, rain down [x2]
 I think it's going to rain
 I think it's going to rain, rain down [x3]
 I think it's going to rain

Here in this collapsed lung of a borough
 There is no sunlight
 The sunlight is manufactured in a windowless room
 Distant and incoherent
 Businessmen hang themselves

We all sing the songs of separation
 And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands
 That's how it was on the first day
 When we saw Paris in Flames

The lower east side is a jukebox playing the deadman's crescendo
 The needle is a vector
 An intersection that we all must cross
 A dimly lit hallway where shadows of moths decorate the walls

Discard this message
 Discard this message
 Discard this message
 (Burn this city down, down...)
 Discard this message
 Throw this bottle back in the ocean
 Rip this page from the history books
 Smash all the street signs
 Erase all the maps
 Forget my name
 Forget my face
 Forget my name
 Because it's going to rain (it's going to rain)
 And it never ends

Rain, rain down
 I think it's going to rain, rain down [x2]
 I think it's going to rain
 I think it's going to rain, rain down [x3]
 I think it's going to rain

 (We all sing the songs of separation
 And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands
 That's how it was on the first day
 We saw Paris in Flames)

---------------Hands Lyrics

Oh, mother
 I was born in your eyes
 I was walking
 The day I came to life

And I've come beside myself to know
 I'm just a person with highs and lows

 Oh, father
 I was raised in your hands
 I was fighting
 Before I could understand
 And I've got a lot of things to learn
 And things I don't think that I deserve

Come lay your head
 And come rest your tired eyes
 Fall back instead
 Feel your breath internalize

 And come lay your head
 And come rest your tired eyes
 And fall back instead
 Fall back instead
 When I try to fall asleep
 I'm lifted from my bed sheets
 Where the ground is falling down
 And the night is far too loud

 I'm giving up
 I'm giving in

 Everything is rising
 Come and rest your tired eyes
 Your youth's fading
 Everyone is leaving
 And I cannot complain