*dedicated to Christina Perri, Jar of Hearts
* dedicated to B,W
But these three men, that is, Sidrach, Misach, and Abdenago,
fell down bound in the midst of the furnace of burning fire.
------------/The Babylon of Not Being Good Enough For You (OJ and Beer)
What can I say about Massanutten? Except that you set up
idols of beer
and orange juice there like statues of gold, of sixty cubits
high, and six cubits broad
in the plain of Dura, my vast expanse of impressionable
consciousness
beholden to you, heart palpitating before your curly hair
well within the borders of your Babylonian Dynasty of
beauty, charm
those demarcations of my memories of staring into your eyes
coquettishly
I drank your notional concoction with cool homage soon found
wanting
synergy established over experiments like a giddy risk
I wasn’t good enough for
you was I? I must have underwhelmed
the regal palette, disgust for my blog, my height, my
personality
three Hebrews that refrained from bowing before you spurring
disdain
I am Sidrach the psychologically unbalanced blogger,
Misach the emotional zealot;
and Abdenago the antithesis of your husband archetype
traitors and dissidents that spurn and mock the throne
standing sacrilege from slaves
deserving of punitive public policy; It wasnt enough
that I shared a drink with you. I didn’t bow down
that I shared a drink with you. I didn’t bow down
properly. Worship esteemed as authentic and true: That at
the
sound of the trumpet, and of the flute, and of the harp, of
the sackbut
the musical harmonies of societal decorum, dating coyness
and detachment
religious conformists.
But I was consigned to burn in the fire of your abandonment
your face full of wrath
…at least that’s how I last remembered it a few months ago
------/Daniel 3:1-11
King Nabuchodonosor made a statue of gold, of sixty cubits
high, and six cubits broad, and he set it up in the plain of Dura of the
province of Babylon. Then Nabuchodonosor
the king sent to call together the nobles, the magistrates, and the judges, the
captains, the rulers, and governors, and all the chief men of the provinces, to
come to the dedication of the statue which king Nabuchodonosor had set up. Then
the nobles, the magistrates, and the judges, the captains, and rulers, and the
great men that were placed in authority, and all the princes of the provinces,
were gathered together to come to the dedication of the statue, which king
Nabuchodonosor had set up. And they stood before the statue which king
Nabuchodonosor had set up. Then a herald cried with a strong voice: To you it
is commanded, O nations, tribes, and languages: That in the hour that you shall
hear the sound of the trumpet, and of the flute, and of the harp, of the
sackbut, and of the psaltery, and of the symphony, and of all kind of music; ye
fall down and adore the golden statue which king Nabuchodonosor hath set up. But
if any man shall not fall down and adore, he shall the same hour be cast into a
furnace of burning fire. Upon this therefore, at the time when all the people
heard the sound of the trumpet, the flute, and the harp, of the sackbut, and
the psaltery, of the symphony, and of all kind of music: all the nations,
tribes, and languages fell down and adored the golden statue which king
Nabuchodonosor had set up. And presently at that very time some Chaldeans came
and accused the Jews, And said to king Nabuchodonosor: O king, live for ever: Thou,
O king, hast made a decree that every man that shall bear the sound of the
trumpet, the flute, and the harp, of the sackbut, and the psaltery, of the
symphony, and of all kind of music, shall prostrate himself, and adore the
golden statue: And that if any man shall not fall down and adore, he should be
cast into a furnace of burning fire
----------Jar of Hearts Lyrics
I know I can't take one more step towards you
Cause all that's waiting is regret
And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore
You lost the love I loved the most
I learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time...
And who do you think you are
Running around leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart,
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me.
Who do you think you are?
I hear you're asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
But I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms
And I've learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time
And who do you think you are
Running around leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts,
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
Don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?
It took so long just to feel alright
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed
Cause you broke all your promises
And now you're back
You don't get to get me back
And who do you think you are
Running around leaving scars
Collecting your jar of heart
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Don't come back at all!
And who do you think you are
Running around leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
Don't come back for me
Don't come back at all
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
