Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Jennifer Lawrence You Are My (Sweet, Sweet) Canaan




--------------------/Canaan (Jennifer Lawrence, You Are My Canaan)


Jennifer, I would run from everything I have ever known
for you, in obscure darkness, in swirling mists of uncertainty
trampling through my fear of being alone
anxiety about being too old, doubts about you requiting my passion
like a crazed man stumbling over the bed of the sea,
frantic,
determined that whatever should stand between us
part ways like walls of water.
You see, Ive come to view life before you as slavery:
whips layered with stone lacerating my back
being unable to gaze at your blonde hair,
maggot infested bread the deprivation of your blue eyes,
your lips like the agonizing callous sun on scabbed skin,
if I cant kiss them. Sadly, I was contented in this,
cleaning my shackles, expecting wounds,
my heart decaying under depression and loneliness,
tyrannical rule of a soulless Pharoah. Voices of my oppressors,
girls who rejected me,
compassionless taskmasters with bloated national pride,
their feral laughing by day, echoes of affliction at night  
-cringing reminders of those who rejoice at my failings-.
My tears became my sin, rats became my friends,
brothers of degradation. But under the auspicious moon
(when I saw Hunger Games)
like Moses you came, behind you the angel of death.  
 But under the moon of my despair, like Moses you came,
(staff of confidence in your hand, charm in your smile,
panache in your demeanor)
behind you the angel of death,
of my dating-life dejection.
I likened you to a shooting star, a fleeting chance at fulfillment.
You, the sexiest movie star, placed in a basket at birth
nursed in the arms of Beauty, succored at the breasts of feminine regality.
Come, lets dart past the lies, the skepticism,
the detractors who wish me unmarried wailing over their disappointment
like the murder of their firstborn sons,
to the shores of new opportunity. I want you to look into my eyes Jennifer,
and say “follow me….be with me.”
When all is said and done, we will look back
at the chariots with envy clogged wheels, jealousy a legion of soldiers,
as completely pathetic and washed up
dead on the shores of our love
rotting by day.


(DATE ME JENNIFER, PLEEEEAAASSSEEE??? OH BABY OH BABY OH BABY!!!


-------------/Exodus 14:21—15:1
Moses stretched out his hand over the sea,
and the LORD swept the sea
with a strong east wind throughout the night
and so turned it into dry land.
When the water was thus divided,
the children of Israel marched into the midst of the sea on dry land,
with the water like a wall to their right and to their left.

The Egyptians followed in pursuit;
all Pharaoh’s horses and chariots and charioteers went after them
right into the midst of the sea.
In the night watch just before dawn
the LORD cast through the column of the fiery cloud
upon the Egyptian force a glance that threw it into a panic;
and he so clogged their chariot wheels
that they could hardly drive.
With that the Egyptians sounded the retreat before Israel,
because the LORD was fighting for them against the Egyptians.

Then the LORD told Moses, “Stretch out your hand over the sea,
that the water may flow back upon the Egyptians,
upon their chariots and their charioteers.”
So Moses stretched out his hand over the sea,
and at dawn the sea flowed back to its normal depth.
The Egyptians were fleeing head on toward the sea,
when the LORD hurled them into its midst.
As the water flowed back,
it covered the chariots and the charioteers of Pharaoh’s whole army
that had followed the children of Israel into the sea.
Not a single one of them escaped.
But the children of Israel had marched on dry land
through the midst of the sea,
with the water like a wall to their right and to their left.
Thus the LORD saved Israel on that day
from the power of the Egyptians.
When Israel saw the Egyptians lying dead on the seashore
and beheld the great power that the LORD
had shown against the Egyptians,
they feared the LORD and believed in him and in his servant Moses.

Then Moses and the children of Israel sang this song to the LORD:

I will sing to the LORD, for he is gloriously triumphant;
horse and chariot he has cast into the sea.

Monday, July 22, 2013

I WAS SAVED BY AN 18 YEAR OLD RAVEN YALL!!!!!




* RB4 - AND NO I AINT TALKING BOUT THE BALTIMORE RAVENS NOR NO RUNNIN' BACK!!!!


--------------/Saved by a (18 year old) Raven

I don’t know now how I can live without you,
being single these past 14 years like acute pangs of hunger,
my only comfort is your circling above me
observing my need, spreading your wings.
The Israel I once knew, fantasies and ideals of romance,
innocence, vulnerability, purity
instilled in me from my Solomonic childhood naivete
has been marauded:
rejection of me and spurning, by Jennifer, Kina, Barbara, Anne, Jane
like savage soldiers of Ahab scouring the land
tracing blood of all those who decry the idolatry of man-eaters.
Like Baal, women who break men’s hearts
Like Asherah girls who callously flirt, feigned sinister smiles. My soul corrupt,
you divided my kingdom of hope with restless nights
the conflict and anguish of feeling unloved and unlovable,
this thirst of not knowing who I really am.
I speak imprecation over my past like a parched land
there shall not be dew nor rain, until my soul learns to love again.

And that’s where I met you,
that meeting at Christlife a soothing stream, harmonious current
rushing over rock. Your eyes like the bank of a river,
so enchanting and so charming I called them Cherith, waters of refreshing
soothing the soul.
And whenever I think of your face, its like Im not hungry
your beauty like timely bread to me, fed from a beak.


----------------1 Kings 17:1-6

And Elijah the Tishbite, who was of the inhabitants of Gilead, said unto Ahab, As the Lord God of Israel liveth, before whom I stand, there shall not be dew nor rain these years, but according to my word. And the word of the Lord came unto him, saying, Get thee hence, and turn thee eastward, and hide thyself by the brook Cherith, that is before Jordan. And it shall be, that thou shalt drink of the brook; and I have commanded the ravens to feed thee there. So he went and did according unto the word of the Lord: for he went and dwelt by the brook Cherith, that is before Jordan. And the ravens brought him bread and flesh in the morning, and bread and flesh in the evening; and he drank of the brook.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

MY LOVE FOR HER, HAS KILLED 85 PRIESTS!!!!!!!!! GOT DANG!!! (what is wrong with me yall???????)


 * RB4*

-------------/This Callous, Unfeeling Tyrannical Love for a Teen (1 Samuel 22)

R**** I remember, distinctly, when you left me,
that flight out of Adullam, cave of a teenager’s secret dignity
eyes set on Moab. I, like this draconian king to be feared,
stark and raving mad. Moab for you was akin
to a man of your approximate age, a towering refuge for your mom and dad,
and all their future husband expectations.
You must forgive me, for I had to know where you’d gone,
using this blog as a spear I had to interrogate all our friends,
upstanding scrupulous Benjamites, defenders of societal norms,
demanding of them knowledge of your soul’s whereabouts,
because at some point I lost sight of your heart.
For some reason,
convention and practicality you treat as priest, Ahimelech
the son of Ahitub, fully loathsome to me; It was he
who gave you Goliath’s sword, the grand moxie
to stand contrarian to a 32 year old man threatening his death-
sobering reminders of the 14 years that divide us-
your absence like deprivation of oxygen,
a withering, horrid, disreputable, ghastly dethroning.    
How can I accept this depravity, this life without you near?
I want to hold your hand in a courtyard, we both,
dreamily gazing at the moon. My passion, Doeg the Edomite
is resolutely rebellious
is firmly entrenched in polemics and sedition of the status quo.
To anyone who proscribes our love, I hurl the edict,
last vestiges of my authority before senility,
becoming an invalid,
“YOU TURN AROUND AND ATTACK THE PRIESTS.”
May my passion for you slaughter all normality and prudence,
those eighty-five men who wore the linen ephod,
standing atop cultural ideals that stymie love,
blood of gossip falling from his sword (my  love poems to you).
His victims hear the last words:
feel the wrath of a King condemned,
a lover forsaken,
Romantic Tyrant smitten by an 18 year old Catholic girl.




-------1 Samuel 22
So David departed from there and escaped to the cave of Adullam; and when his brothers and all his father’s household heard of it, they went down there to him. Everyone who was in distress, and everyone who was in debt, and everyone who was discontented gathered to him; and he became captain over them. Now there were about four hundred men with him.
And David went from there to Mizpah of Moab; and he said to the king of Moab, “Please let my father and my mother come and stay with you until I know what God will do for me.” Then he left them with the king of Moab; and they stayed with him all the time that David was in the stronghold. The prophet Gad said to David, “Do not stay in the stronghold; depart, and go into the land of Judah.” So David departed and went into the forest of Hereth. Then Saul heard that David and the men who were with him had been discovered. Now Saul was sitting in Gibeah, under the tamarisk tree on the height with his spear in his hand, and all his servants were standing around him. Saul said to his servants who stood around him, “Hear now, O Benjamites! Will the son of Jesse also give to all of you fields and vineyards? Will he make you all commanders of thousands and commanders of hundreds?“ For all of you have conspired against me so that there is no one who discloses to me when my son makes a covenant with the son of Jesse, and there is none of you who is sorry for me or discloses to me that my son has stirred up my servant against me to lie in ambush, as it is this day.” Then Doeg the Edomite, who was standing by the servants of Saul, said, “I saw the son of Jesse coming to Nob, to Ahimelech the son of Ahitub.“He inquired of the LORD for him, gave him provisions, and gave him the sword of Goliath the Philistine.” Then the king sent someone to summon Ahimelech the priest, the son of Ahitub, and all his father’s household, the priests who were in Nob; and all of them came to the king. Saul said, “Listen now, son of Ahitub.” And he answered, “Here I am, my lord.”Saul then said to him, “Why have you and the son of Jesse conspired against me, in that you have given him bread and a sword and have inquired of God for him, so that he would rise up against me by lying in ambush as it is this day?” Then Ahimelech answered the king and said, “And who among all your servants is as faithful as David, even the king’s son-in-law, who is captain over your guard, and is honored in your house? “Did I just begin to inquire of God for him today? Far be it from me! Do not let the king impute anything to his servant or to any of the household of my father, for your servant knows nothing at all of this whole affair.” But the king said, “You shall surely die, Ahimelech, you and all your father’s household!” And the king said to the guards who were attending him, “Turn around and put the priests of the LORD to death, because their hand also is with David and because they knew that he was fleeing and did not reveal it to me.” But the servants of the king were not willing to put forth their hands to attack the priests of the LORD. Then the king said to Doeg, “You turn around and attack the priests.” And Doeg the Edomite turned around and attacked the priests, and he killed that day eighty-five men who wore the linen ephod. And he struck Nob the city of the priests with the edge of the sword, both men and women, children and infants; also oxen, donkeys, and sheep he struck with the edge of the sword. But one son of Ahimelech the son of Ahitub, named Abiathar, escaped and fled after David. Abiathar told David that Saul had killed the priests of the LORD. Then David said to Abiathar, “I knew on that day, when Doeg the Edomite was there, that he would surely tell Saul. I have brought about the death of every person in your father’s household. “Stay with me; do not be afraid, for he who seeks my life seeks your life, for you are safe with me.”

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Call Me King Saul, 32 Years Decrepit (and my love 18)

* Dedicated to Alesana, Hand in Hand With The Damned
Dedicated to RB4, and yall know - say it with me - I AINT TALKIN BOUT NO RUNNING BACK!!! 

Guys, I had been waiting to write this poem for SOOOO LONG. But I couldnt muster the strength. I want a woman I cant have. I am the damned.  People say, Tony! Be careful, dont write about girls in such a way that they discover their own identity in your poems. To that, I respond, as I have always responded, I dont care! I have never cared! Except to pour out my heart as a sacrificial offering.....to throw literary spears recklessly, at women I love so much. At a girl I want so bad.....its all I can do not to grieve too much. I have to write this down....its the only time I have to mourn my losses.... [I TOLD YOU GUYS I WAS EMO!!!]



---------------/Call Me King Saul, 32 Years Decrepit

R**** when I first saw you, anointed, at Christlife
(your beautiful eyes, your handsome appearance glistening like anointing oil)
it was like a siphoning, the Spirit of the LORD of beauty, of hope, cascading
on you, after departing from me. A hollow shell of a man
once king of his emotions, hopes and dreams once conspiring
to conquer adversity to romance like exotic lands
like savage drooling barbarians- now disheveled and gone mad. I am 32,
THE EVIL SPIRIT OF AGING IS TERRORIZING ME
THE EVIL SPIRIT OF AGING IS TERRORIZING ME
still single, but you, a ruddy Bethlehemite of only 18:
So full of life and skilled music, your voice like harmonious balm to my loneliness
looking at your pics on Facebook, melodic euphoria.
I see you as this valorous woman, prudent in speech and strong in her faith
 a future queen riding a donkey of cool practicality,
in her hands only bread of humility and a jug of wine of her charm,
bathed in the praises of the kingdom of lovers’ reciprocation.
And the fantasies I have of us together, one day kissing, one day marrying
are sweet, but ephemeral metaphors for you visiting me
though only to play on a harp.
Assuaging my grief, repelling the demon spirits of despair.
In truth, I dread you, a coup,
everything I want, everything I cant have destined to succeed me,
to tear down the throne of every dream I have ever known
for our fate, it seems, is not to coexist. I cant have you,
but I want you, regrettably
the throne of happiness is not to be shared.
(you can sit since my time on it has expired)
Forgive me if I throw these verbal spears of forlornness
recklessly, weaponry of the damned trying to pin this guilt and regret.
I am just an old raving forsaken king. Cursed
for being born 14 years too late.

  



--------------1 Samuel 16:12-23
So he sent and brought him in. Now he was ruddy, with beautiful eyes and a handsome appearance. And the LORD said, “Arise, anoint him; for this is he.” Then Samuel took the horn of oil and anointed him in the midst of his brothers; and the Spirit of the LORD came mightily upon David from that day forward. And Samuel arose and went to Ramah. Now the Spirit of the LORD departed from Saul, and an evil spirit from the LORD terrorized him. Saul’s servants then said to him, “Behold now, an evil spirit from God is terrorizing you.“ Let our lord now command your servants who are before you. Let them seek a man who is a skillful player on the harp; and it shall come about when the evil spirit from God is on you, that he shall play the harp with his hand, and you will be well.” So Saul said to his servants, “Provide for me now a man who can play well and bring him to me.” Then one of the young men said, “Behold, I have seen a son of Jesse the Bethlehemite who is a skillful musician, a mighty man of valor, a warrior, one prudent in speech, and a handsome man; and the LORD is with him.” So Saul sent messengers to Jesse and said, “Send me your son David who is with the flock.” Jesse took a donkey loaded with bread and a jug of wine and a young goat, and sent them to Saul by David his son. Then David came to Saul and attended him; and Saul loved him greatly, and he became his armor bearer.Saul sent to Jesse, saying, “Let David now stand before me, for he has found favor in my sight.” So it came about whenever the evil spirit from God came to Saul, David would take the harp and play it with his hand; and Saul would be refreshed and be well, and the evil spirit would depart from him.

1 Samuel 18:10-11, 15-16
Now it came about on the next day that an evil spirit from God came mightily upon Saul, and he raved in the midst of the house, while David was playing the harp with his hand, as usual; and a spear was in Saul’s hand. Saul hurled the spear for he thought, “I will pin David to the wall.” But David escaped from his presence twice….When Saul saw that he was prospering greatly, he dreaded him. But all Israel and Judah loved David, and he went out and came in before them.

--- Hand in Hand With the Damned Lyrics

I don't trust myself
I'm trapped drowning in despair, (I'm poisonous)
I slammed the door and locked it shut and now disaster plagues my thoughts.
Let's drink to the dead, (I'm poisonous)
Cheers to what's ahead!

Sweet temptress!
I can see it in your eyes,
You're moving on without me!
(So it ends tonight)
I guess this is goodbye!
Selfishly you say you're better off without me.
(And it ends tonight)
Well baby save your breath.

Won't you please have mercy?
Before you push me away let me try to change your mind.
Oh wanderer!
If you think this is fun just you wait until I'm done!

Blessed fortune screams "Why have you forsaken me?"
(There's no escape) I never should have lost my way.
And now I'm stranded out at sea chasing a lie
(There's no escape) I'm losing the sky.

Sweet temptress!
I can see it in your eyes,
You're moving on without me!
(So it ends tonight)
I guess this is goodbye!
Selfishly you say you're better off without me.
(And it ends tonight)
Well baby save your breath.

Imprisoned soul seized in the chamber of feculent horror.
Suffer all you must but suffer silently.
Still your cursed tongue, stay your blighted abandon.
In your eternal death you hunger for rotten mire.
For in your mortal life it was this which was your gift to man.
Prepare to walk hand in hand with the damned.
God can't help you and angels won't save you!
Your unrequited prayers will be in bane of your existence!
Prepare to walk hand in hand with the damned! [x3]

I am poisonous!
Is there a way for me to say that you should stay?
I need to know you'll miss me when I'm gone.
I'll cherish you until the day I die!
A twisted way to make you mine!

I can see it in your eyes,
You're moving on without me.
(So it ends tonight)
I guess this is goodbye!
Selfishly you say you're better off without me.
(And it ends tonight)
Well baby save your breath.

Won't you please have mercy?
Before you push me away let me try to change your mind.
Oh wanderer!
If you think this is fun just wait until I'm done!

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Gabrielle Union, Life Without You is Boils and Scabs (Save Me)

 





-----------------/Boils and Scabs

Gabby, it hurts me like protruding lesions on skin
to see you exalted, love’s Savior far away, oozing puss on my arms.
Its like youre on this mountain ameliorating all the world’s ills
(great movies, great modeling, great parenting)
but not mine, my loneliness throbs
this forlornness festers. Crowds follow beholden to your beauty-
some men even swear you walk on very waters
of their every fantasy, multiplying loaves of hope when joy is famished.
I swear sometimes romance is like Jerusalem, and I some outcast,
a mendicant impatiently awaiting his turn crying out.
Adulations for your sexy brown skin
adoration for your lips fitted with divine symmetry pleading
for a kiss, driven by much desperation to hold your hands,
if you would only have mercy. Sweet fleeting anesthesia,
Trinitarian prophecy lulling me to sleep
in my agony, sexiness, smarts, and swagger,
one amazing woman manifested three ways distinctly.
Footsteps crescendo as my anticipation builds,
fanfare and passion of crowds, evidence of your miraculous charm
approaching, and the repugnance of my dating life laid bare,
this debilitating chronic disease. Scabs, dried blood, crazed drool.
I kneel down at the base of the mountain of your celebrity,
elbows on my knees,
knees before your feet, grasping at your ankles fingers trembling.
Like a leprous Ishmaelite I beseech you:
if you are willing, you can marry me and make me clean


(GABBY, I KNOW D-WADE HAS A BIG GAME TONIGHT – BUT PLEASE….MARRY ME BABES!!!!! - by the way....NO DISRESPECT TO YOU, W.O.W…..YOU AND BRON ARE MY MANZ AND DEM THO!!!!!)



------------------/Matthew 8:1-4
When Jesus came down from the mountainside, large crowds followed him. A man with leprosy came and knelt before him and said, “Lord, if you are willing, you can make me clean.” Jesus reached out his hand and touched the man. “I am willing,” he said. “Be clean!” Immediately he was cleansed of his leprosy. Then Jesus said to him, “See that you don’t tell anyone. But go, show yourself to the priest and offer the gift Moses commanded, as a testimony to them.”

My Eighteen Year Old Hot Brunette Pharisee Crush (cANT COME WITH me)



                                 
 *dedicated to Brand New, Soco Amaretto Lime
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oKKYQgR43Q (CLICK DAT LINK YALL)
* dedicated to the Eighteen year old princess I wish…I wish….I wish I could call my own. AND LIKE I SAID B4, I AINT TALKIN BOUT NO RUNNING BACK!!!!
* Dag on you 1981!!! Why couldn’t I have been born in 1991 or 1994?



------------------/My Eighteen Year Old Hot Brunette Pharisee Crush

R****,  its not as though we are wearing different types of sandals
love’s dirt road, ornery rocks of age discrepancy
my feet more worn..and battered than yours. 
But our paradigms differ. I have seen whole worlds of romance borne out
stars aligning and colliding, girls as sexy as comets shooting
across the sky, yet strife between her and her boyfriend like a meteor crashing
obliterating all life, from seas of hope fish once teeming, floating lifeless
in currents blood red.  A cosmos wasted, a galaxy marked by hearts’ futility.
I once spoke “let there be light” – and these silly girls gave me darkness
in return (Ann, Whitney, Stephanie, Jennifer, Kina, Barbara, Leah).
I know the pain of a broken heart, a planet destroyed. You don’t,
only an eighteen year old brunette Pharisee restricted by the myopia
of her experience, Mosaic law. The mechanics of attraction written on stone tablets
how to smile
how to make men nervous
how to make a thirty two year old man wish he was eighteen too…
 albeit ignorant of its application, squinting to see past Orion.
What am I trying to say?
I can testify of myself, that I want to love you, and I don’t care about astrology
or birth years or shooting stars. I want you to believe
that we can make this work, cosmic co-creators of a new destiny.
But my words, theyre just fantasies to you,  disjointed incoherence
of someone who has walked just a bit too far ahead-
Savior with a scraggly beard, weak sophistry and fully explainable miracles.
Someone who needs at least one more witness, a common bond
like a birth year, knowing a child of the nineties is an eclipse
to one born in the eighties, we don’t share the same sun.
Before Abraham, desperation bordering on risk, existed – I am.
You don’t yet know anxiety, fears of being alone.
Jerusalem is just Jerusalem to you, contented under Roman rule,
willing to wait forever for salvation.
But my Jerusalem is above, all convention, and societal norms –
faith that cant wait, crucifixion looming (kiss me now no matter what).
Sadly
we are two people walking divergent paths, not of the same world.
You cant go where Im going I guess.

 (BUT I CAN PRETEND IM EIGHTEEN LIKE YOU, BABES!!!!)

------------------------John 8:12-25

Then Jesus again spoke to them, saying, “I am the Light of the world; he who follows Me will not walk in the darkness, but will have the Light of life.” So the Pharisees said to Him, “You are testifying about Yourself; Your testimony is not true.” Jesus answered and said to them, “Even if I testify about Myself, My testimony is true, for I know where I came from and where I am going; but you do not know where I come from or where I am going.“ You judge according to the flesh; I am not judging anyone. “But even if I do judge, My judgment is true; for I am not alone in it, but I and the Father who sent Me. “Even in your law it has been written that the testimony of two men is true.“ I am He who testifies about Myself, and the Father who sent Me testifies about Me.” So they were saying to Him, “Where is Your Father?” Jesus answered, “You know neither Me nor My Father; if you knew Me, you would know My Father also.” These words He spoke in the treasury, as He taught in the temple; and no one seized Him, because His hour had not yet come. Then He said again to them, “I go away, and you will seek Me, and will die in your sin; where I am going, you cannot come.” So the Jews were saying, “Surely He will not kill Himself, will He, since He says, ‘Where I am going, you cannot come’?” And He was saying to them, “You are from below, I am from above; you are of this world, I am not of this world.“ Therefore I said to you that you will die in your sins; for unless you believe that I am He, you will die in your sins.” So they were saying to Him, “Who are You?” Jesus said to them, “What have I been saying to you from the beginning?

-----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]

Saturday, June 8, 2013

MY Pauline Seance. Saint Paul and thejesusmetaphor - KINGS FOR A DAY






Man Apostle Paul, Im a loser man :(  Im 32, Im still single after 14 years, I cant snag a babe at all! Im childless….Im bad with my money, I cant even afford my own place. LOOK AT ME….A….TOTAL……LOSER….

Well….maybe Im not a loser spiritually…:)

(Im soooooooo emo)

June 8th, 2013 at 5:07pm, I hereby INVOKE YOU, SAINT PAUL!!!! WHERE YOU AT BIG BABY??? Come on down from HEAVEN and help me RUN DA RACE…HELP ME FIGHT DA GOOD FIGHT like you already done did, MY NINJA!!!!  2 Timothy 4:7 MY DUDE!!! AYO PAUL!!!  YOU ALREADY REACHED SAINT STATUS, FOOL! HELP ME DO THE SAME DAAWWWWWGGG!!!!  HELP ME TO PRETEND IM KING FOR A DAY (AND THAT I FOUND MY QUEEN), SAINT FOR A DAY!!!!!! me and you – two kings..one on earth one in heaven.

I invite you to take hold of me while I write this poem to you son!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

* dedicated to Pierce the Veil, King for a Day
www.youtube.com/watch?v=icXUkIfZxyg  -CLICK DAT LINK YALL!!!
* Saint Paul pray for me
* Waddup Jesus?!


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Sometimes I feel like the streets of Rockville evoke Jerusalem
my red Converse like leather sandals with one thong worn out
from wandering. Mucky feet carrying misguided animus,
the slow plodding footsteps of the damned, yet unaware of it.
I cringe at my former sinister pastime brooding-
how many Christians must I kill to keep my sanity?, soldiers
of a dulled conscience
my vices armed to the teeth, the merciless massacre
of virtues likes plebs shrilling as they stumble over their own children
impaled before becoming incapacitated by seizures of chilling
caustic disconsolate terror.
I remember my sardonic laughter after beheading them all…
purity burned alive
abstinence castrated tied starved and fed to the birds
platonic love of women pulled apart by chariots driven oppositely
alms giving raped continuously by legions of disaffected Roman guards
(splurging my paychecks on clothes and other frivolities)
my
long sword of lust, pride, anger, avarice, skipped church services, bloodied.
Educated here in Jerusalem under Gamaliel (Hollywood),
scholastic underpinnings of pornography, rap music, deathcore rock,
my philosophical schools were of gender politics and the politically correct,
ideals never upheld, public appeasement before standards.   
But for all my zeal, my life was an equine deception,
my desires a psychotic horse fed his own dung, restless,
galloping hooves to flee my emptiness within, seeking slaughter to muffle
a higher calling to an emancipated life – free from guilt
and proclivities for self-condemnation.
And then one day completely unannounced
 I remember regret like a stunningly blinding light,
sorrow at this pitiable state, a thunderous Voice from the clouds
appealing to my higher, more noble self, robbing me of
all the goals I had in sight planned for the future-
a Damascus of promiscuous sex with voluptuous blond women
and exotic drugs (of acceptance) from men in dreadlocks.
But I fell on my back, tossed from my horse humiliated.
Groaning before my former roommates with blood of the
innocently condemned on my hands, three days of misery with no food or water.
 Later on,
I would call hope for an honorable future, repentance,
and the forgiveness of all who formerly knew me a new name:
Ananias; a man of second chances
 leading me by the hand into a new destiny of respect.
When I sleep I hear screams of all the opportunities I killed,
ghosts in the shell….
the only obeisance I can render to them in atonement is
the casting of my former weapons away.  
Bows, arrows, swords, torches. Porn, lust, envy, covetousness
pitched in Golgotha, forever buried in stench.
The Gospel to all my former conspirators, accomplices and witnesses beset by sin:
turn your gaze heavenwards, repairing the damage to your neighbor,
rejoicing in holiness and freedom. Then
everything you thought you knew will fall away like scales from your eyes.
So that finally, when your soul whispers to your body
on the day fear and anxiety put you in the stocks
like jealous Pharisees and Sadducees persecuting you for this happiness
“its time for me to go” you can proclaim boldly with me:
I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.
I have erased everything I used to be.


---------------Acts 9:19b-25

Now for several days he was with the disciples who were at Damascus, and immediately he began to proclaim Jesus in the synagogues, saying, “He is the Son of God.” All those hearing him continued to be amazed, and were saying, “Is this not he who in Jerusalem destroyed those who called on this name, and who had come here for the purpose of bringing them bound before the chief priests?” But Saul kept increasing in strength and confounding the Jews who lived at Damascus by proving that this Jesus is the Christ. When many days had elapsed, the Jews plotted together to do away with him, but their plot became known to Saul. They were also watching the gates day and night so that they might put him to death; but his disciples took him by night and let him down through an opening in the wall, lowering him in a large basket.




------King for a Day Lyrics
[Vic & Kellin Quinn]
 Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge
 I bet you never had a Friday night like this
 Keep it up, keep it up, let's raise our hands
 I take a look up at the sky and I see red
 Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy
 Red for the drink that's mixed with suicide
 Everything red

[Kellin Quinn]
 Please, won't you push me for the last time
 Let's scream until there's nothing left
 So sick of playing, I don't want this anymore
 The thought of you's no f*ing fun
 You want a martyr, I'll be one
 Because enough's enough, we're done

[Vic]
 You told me think about it, well I did
 Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore
 I'm tired of begging for the things that I want
 I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor

[Vic]
 The thing I think I love
 Will surely bring me pain
 Intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame
 Three cheers for throwing up
 Pubescent drama queen
 You make me sick, I make it worse by drinking late

[Kellin Quinn]
 Let's scream, there's nothing left
 So sick of playing, I don't want to anymore
 The thought of you's no f*ing fun
 You want a martyr I'll be one
 Because enough's enough, we're done

[Vic]
 You told me think about it, well I did
 Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore
 I'm tired of begging for the things that I want
 I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor

[Kellin Quinn]
 Imagine living like a king someday
 A single night without a ghost in the walls
 And if the bass shakes the earth underground
 We'll start a new revolution now
 (Now! Alright here we go)

[Vic]
 Hail Mary, forgive me
 Blood for blood, hearts beating
 Come at me, now this is war!

 Fuck with this new beat
 Oh!

[Kellin Quinn & Vic]
 Now terror begins inside a bloodless vein
 I was just a product of the street youth rage
 Born in this world without a voice or say
 Caught in the spokes of an abandoned brain
 I knew you well but this ain't a game
 Blow the smoke in diamond shape
 Dying is a gift so close your eyes and rest in peace

[Vic]
 You told me think about it, well I did
 Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore
 I'm tired of begging for the things that I want
 I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor

[Kellin Quinn]
 Imagine living like a king someday
 A single night without a ghost in the walls
 We are the shadows screaming take us now

[Vic]
 We'd rather die than live to rest on the ground
 S*