Taylor Swift Your Kiss Is Like A Whale #TaylorDateTony

* Jesus pray for me
* Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony
* Jonah, pray for me

+-----Taylor Swift Your Kiss Is Like A Whale

Taylor, my heart is like Jonah, the son of
Amittai, a coward, a dastard. Its proclivity
for cravenness an inheritance by bloodline.
You see, even though I wish to sip coffee
and hold your hands, a short sail
on the pleasant wind and waves of your
charming voice and blue eyes to Ninevah,
these feet are firmly rooted seaside. Im scared.
When I dream about you, I cant sleep.
Fear of your rejection overtakes me- dream
phantom, breaker of hearts, repose terrorist
with cruel red eyes that thrive without moonlight,
glow on my loneliest of nights. And I know
its port town of Joppa is calling for me like a
divine edict of inner conviction, a metropolis
of my wild and untamed emotions that
should be confronted and courtship repentance
preached in its ears. But my romantic courage
is too frail. The past pains of girls' dating
refusals shriek “Tony, flee to Tarshish!!!”
“Board a ship to that remote country of myth,
of sad pagans forsaking love (or whom love
has forsaken).” Oh babes, look at this mess!
Please rescue me from languishing without you,
drifting to the world's flat edge soulless, on
regret’s wooden ship with putrid thoughts
of never marrying - scruffy sailors ignorant
of God! Your desire would be a mighty wind
flinging me into penitent raging seas, your kiss
a comfort large enough to swallow up
my dread of no girlfriend. A Starbuck’s latte
with you would be like the 3 days and 3 nights
of lush blonde hair and melodious singing
in the belly of a whale that saves my life.


----Jonah Chapter 1
The word of the Lord came to Jonah son of Amittai: “Go to the great city of Nineveh and preach against it, because its wickedness has come up before me.” But Jonah ran away from the Lord and headed for Tarshish. He went down to Joppa, where he found a ship bound for that port. After paying the fare, he went aboard and sailed for Tarshish to flee from the Lord. Then the Lord sent a great wind on the sea, and such a violent storm arose that the ship threatened to break up. All the sailors were afraid and each cried out to his own god. And they threw the cargo into the sea to lighten the ship. But Jonah had gone below deck, where he lay down and fell into a deep sleep. The captain went to him and said, “How can you sleep? Get up and call on your god! Maybe he will take notice of us so that we will not perish.” Then the sailors said to each other, “Come, let us cast lots to find out who is responsible for this calamity.” They cast lots and the lot fell on Jonah. So they asked him, “Tell us, who is responsible for making all this trouble for us? What kind of work do you do? Where do you come from? What is your country? From what people are you?” He answered, “I am a Hebrew and I worship the Lord, the God of heaven, who made the sea and the dry land.” This terrified them and they asked, “What have you done?” (They knew he was running away from the Lord, because he had already told them so.) The sea was getting rougher and rougher. So they asked him, “What should we do to you to make the sea calm down for us?” “Pick me up and throw me into the sea,” he replied, “and it will become calm. I know that it is my fault that this great storm has come upon you.” Instead, the men did their best to row back to land. But they could not, for the sea grew even wilder than before. Then they cried out to the Lord, “Please, Lord, do not let us die for taking this man’s life. Do not hold us accountable for killing an innocent man, for you, Lord, have done as you pleased.” Then they took Jonah and threw him overboard, and the raging sea grew calm. At this the men greatly feared the Lord, and they offered a sacrifice to the Lord and made vows to him. Now the Lord provided a huge fish to swallow Jonah, and Jonah was in the belly of the fish three days and three nights

Unto Us A Child Is Born #MichaelTheArchAngel

* Jesus pray for me
* Luke pray for me
* Angels of God, intercede for me. Michael, pray for me
* Dedicated to Hands Like Houses, Introduced Species
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qe3vmzBArxE

+----Unto Us A Child Is Born (Michael The Archangel's Song); The Forethoughts Of Michael The Archangel Before Joining in the Singing at Jesus’ Birth. 

This, truly then, is a marveling song,
of wonder, of fear and terror
about backlash for ontological
interpolation, about God the Sojourner
transmogrifying Himself from a realm
of purified spirit to salacious skin,
straddling two worlds that couldn’t
be further apart cosmologically.  
The lyrics are of new vernaculars,
angel linguistics, seraphim and
cherubim making preparation
for god blood, for god death,
new notes and notions on golden
bejeweled harps of our Creator slain
for men. And so its all the more
imperative that we rush back
and unsheathe the blade after
this birth, to feed the horses
of apocalyptic brawn and refortify
the phalanxes that encircle
the Tree of Life, snare drum beats
by Adam and Eve echoing in Eden,
the syncopated rhythms and
harmony of war. For at the end of our
verses, Satan will know the Baby;
And that the Revolution has begun.

(The prelude to humanity inheriting eternal
life, like us, and ruling over angels)

  -----------------Luke 2:1-14
In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. (This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) And everyone went to their own town to register. So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them. And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, 
“Glory to God in the highest heaven,
    and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”

----Introduced Species Lyrics
We don't belong here.

In a way we are all connected,
threaded together.
In a way we are all suspended,
bound going nowhere.

Wake up,
walk on the wires.
Defeat and define.
Wake up,
evolve and escape,
Unravel, unmake yourself.

We speak in tongues
and we walk on the wires between,
we don't belong here.
We are the sleeping sickness,
the dancing dreams,
we don't belong here.
We're invaders from the inside,
we're survivors in silver skin.
Shapeless, we move,
unwinding the wires between,
we don't belong here.

So we'll follow, follow down
each knotless fathom to the end.
No more hollow, hollow sounds
of echoes, echoes in our heads.

Wake up,
walk on the wires.
Connect and combine.
Wake up,
react and reshape,
untangle, unmake yourself.

We speak in tongues
and we walk on the wires between,
we don't belong here.
We are the sleeping sickness,
the dancing dreams,
we don't belong here.
We're invaders from the inside,
we're survivors in silver skin.
Shapeless, we move,
unwinding the wires between,
we don't belong here.

It's been a long, long night
and we're still learning how to survive.
Will you walk with me awhile,
and see a world with brand new eyes?
We see the sights,
and we're fighting for our lives.
Will you run?
Will you run?
Will you run?

(It's no longer survival of the fittest,
now that everyone survives.
But we don't want to survive...
...We want to live)

In a way we are all connected,
threaded together.
In a way we are all suspended...

We speak in tongues
and we walk on the wires between,
we don't belong here.
We are the sleeping sickness,
the dancing dreams,
we don't belong here.
We're invaders from the inside,
we're survivors in silver skin.
Shapeless, we move,
unwinding the wires between,
we don't belong here.

Sweet Queen Of My Apocalypse #TaylorDateTony #MerryChristmasTaylor

* Jesus pray for me
* John, pray for me
* Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony

+-----Sweet Queen Of My Apocalypse

Taylor the world
as we both know it
is ending, my lonely life
as a diseased earth begging
for an apocalypse of decay.
The rejection by girls I formerly
loved like seven trumpets blown,
seven angels forming the tightest
phalanx with the most severe
expressions and drawn stoic
eyes. I don’t want to mention the
plagues of emotions they unleashed,
how my land of expectation was burnt,
how my sea of confidence turned
to blood,
at night on my pillow the weeping
of multitudes, gnashing of teeth
of nations. Oh baby, wont you
date with me, just once?
You would be apotheosized in mid air,
clothed with the sun of my adulation,
the moon of my unbridled joy
under your feet. Over coffee, I
would stroke your blonde hair to
the side of your face, my kiss
on your head a crown of twelve stars.
My heart's Queen of second
chances pregnant with opportunity-
the hope of us falling in love would be
a Heaven borne son that “will rule
all the nations with an iron scepter.”
Our shared smiles as the Revelation
of Taylor dating Tony
in the New Age.  

-----Revelation 12:1-8
A great sign appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet and a crown of twelve stars on her head. She was pregnant and cried out in pain as she was about to give birth. Then another sign appeared in heaven: an enormous red dragon with seven heads and ten horns and seven crowns on its heads. Its tail swept a third of the stars out of the sky and flung them to the earth. The dragon stood in front of the woman who was about to give birth, so that it might devour her child the moment he was born. She gave birth to a son, a male child, who “will rule all the nations with an iron scepter.” And her child was snatched up to God and to his throne. The woman fled into the wilderness to a place prepared for her by God, where she might be taken care of for 1,260 days. Then war broke out in heaven. Michael and his angels fought against the dragon, and the dragon and his angels fought back. But he was not strong enough, and they lost their place in heaven.

The Next Quarterback Of Persia #RG3Rises

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* Jeremiah pray for me
* Dedicated to RG3

+-----The Next Quarterback Of Persia #RG3Rises

Jay Gruden is Nebuchadnezzar
enthroned, clad in an imperiously
cruel embroidered robe, a savage
red sash draped from his trapezius
of tyranny to his oppressive right oblique.
From behind a castle of fortified stone
(Fed Ex Field), Superbowl Banners like
hanging gardens that charm walls,
sits a man with a pompous
conical helmet of gold, grinning cynically,
buttressed by obsequious soldiers
of the sports press tightly clenching
slanderous spears. Tomorrow, a
Gala to besmirch an old quarterback,
DC's first Hebrew MVP. Meanwhile,
on sidelines of the Kingdom barely dressed,
in threshing fields dividing wheat and chaff,
hope and despair, this RG3 labors in
chains. Abused by the searing sun of public
scrutiny, no one cares that his clothes
need hemming, the adze needs sharpening.
And fatuous guards crack whips
too often and with excessive torque,
fair weather fans partial to the King of
partisanship, cowards of the royal court.
Yet by the river He smiles. Deep within, he
recites the promise made to all destined
for greatness: bear your injustices patiently.
In a short while comes his deliverance:
the Persian Empire of a new NFL
franchise. Smoke rises from their nostrils,
hatred seeps from acrid red eyes, horses
and chariots race to turn Babylon to ash.

-----Psalm 137:1-6/ Jeremiah 29:10-14
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion. How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land? If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy./ This is what the Lord says: “When seventy years are completed for Babylon, I will come to you and fulfill my good promise to bring you back to this place. For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you,” declares the Lord, “and will bring you back from captivity. I will gather you from all the nations and places where I have banished you,” declares the Lord, “and will bring you back to the place from which I carried you into exile.”

Simon Of Cyrene's Journal

* Jesus pray for me
* Simon pray for me

+-----Simon Of Cyrene's Journal (From The Day Jesus Was Crucified)

These are the words of a once
benighted man, once ensconced
in a maddened mob filled with malice
gone stark raving mad for a crucifixion.
(Their open mouths having the
odious stench of mass open graves.)
I began moping in my spirit due to
another instance of societal
hope eviscerated by my people,
the proud sons and daughters of
prophet slayers, and had already
forecasted a melancholy moon…
followed by a pitiable sun of a mediocre
monotonous tomorrow enslaved...more
rage of the Romans. No more Savior
to speak of, no more slick shimmering
star of shill for shepherds to entertain
and spread their inspired delusion.
Then I remember suddenly, before
that realignment of earth realms afterwards,
being shoved from behind into open
space, the Sacred Path, face to face
with the Revolutionary One mercifully
shouldering a cross of splintered timber.
When I touched that Blessed Wood,
for just a moment carrying a rind of
a new ethos, I saw for the first time
with transcendent eyes. Visions of a
purifying wave of fire descending to scorch
the entire world: Jerusalem first, spark of
Golgotha, then Judea, then burning end tips
of the earth. My hands still smell of smoke,
my heart still burns within to see again
the brightness of King David’s renewal.


-----Mark 15:21-24
A certain man from Cyrene, Simon, the father of Alexander and Rufus, was passing by on his way in from the country, and they forced him to carry the cross. They brought Jesus to the place called Golgotha (which means “the place of the skull”). Then they offered him wine mixed with myrrh, but he did not take it. And they crucified him. Dividing up his clothes, they cast lots to see what each would get.

The Cross of Tony Conti and Kirk Cousins #IamSimonofCyrene

* Jesus pray for me
* Simon of Cyrene, pray for me
* Dedicated to Kirk Cousins #HTTR
#IamSimonofCyrene

+------The Cross

Kirk, Ive seen you marred,
your whole body,
the darkened almost bluish contusions
from whips of blade and stone,
callous war fists torqued towards
your broken nose and blistered lips,
seven Redskins losses like skin scars,
like seven lashes of seven bands of men.
The seven teams that defeated you
are encircling soldiers of barbarism scoffing
at the remainder of your NFL season.
(The Bills, Eagles and Cowboys are
Pontius Pilate full of complicit sneer.)
And they think this is the end,
Golgotha, place of the skull, femur
fragments and the stench of open
graves of the NFC damned laid before you.
But I know this isn’t the case, this
cross on your back, the pressure
to win 3 more games to make the playoffs,
is blessed wood to the touch,
it is the bark that vivifies my spirit
as I watch you pass by me on the football
field to climb the hill. Allow this loyal fan
ensconced in jeering crowds of haters
to walk alongside you shoulder to shoulder,
leaning mine against yours of dried blood
and spittle. Let me wipe your face
with a cloth of kind words: in 4 weeks
at Fed Ex field you will be glorified,
Washington, DC will lionize your life not
death. For you are our Playoff Resurrection.

-----------------Mark 15:15-21
And so Pilate, willing to content the people, released Barabbas unto them, and delivered Jesus, when he had scourged him, to be crucified. And the soldiers led him away into the hall, called Praetorium; and they call together the whole band. And they clothed him with purple, and platted a crown of thorns, and put it about his head, And began to salute him, Hail, King of the Jews! And they smote him on the head with a reed, and did spit upon him, and bowing their knees worshipped him. And when they had mocked him, they took off the purple from him, and put his own clothes on him, and led him out to crucify him. And they compel one Simon a Cyrenian, who passed by, coming out of the country, the father of Alexander and Rufus, to bear his cross.

In Ramath Lehi, The Sexiest Lovemonger #TonyLovesGigi

* Jesus pray for me

* Dedicated to Gigi Hadid

#TonyLovesGigi

+----In Ramath Lehi, The Sexiest Lovemonger

Gigi please fight for me.

Manifold lonely sentiments 

in my heart (inured to my tears)

rally against me with the cruel 

and callous savagery of dimwitted  

frothy mouthed Philistines. Riding

iron chariots. At night when I muse 

on all the girls who rejected me,

Im flanked by a legion dangerously 

armed, marauders wielding 

sharp sickleswords of scoffing, 

jeering crescent axes and 

loop javelins of disdain trying to raze 

every buttress of self confidence 

I have left,

men, women and children under siege

tempted towards cannibalism. Oh baby,

my love life is Israel in need of a 

strong judge, a beautiful warmonger, 

a model blessed with blue-green eyes, 

two scepter gems, that slays the runway 

convincingly and consistently. (Like you)

Use your charm as the jawbone of 

an ass for me (It is the most 

pernicious weapon, sturdy bone of us 

smiling at each other that utterly 

vanquishes all pessimism-Bodies 

of my negative emotions strewn 

across a battlefield). Then we can drink

coffee together with a kiss, water from a 

rock in Lehi to strengthen you.  

-----------------Judges 15:16-20

Then Samson said,

“With a donkey’s jawbone

    I have made donkeys of them.

With a donkey’s jawbone

    I have killed a thousand men.”

When he finished speaking, he threw away the jawbone; and the place was called Ramath Lehi. Because he was very thirsty, he cried out to the Lord, “You have given your servant this great victory. Must I now die of thirst and fall into the hands of the uncircumcised?” Then God opened up the hollow place in Lehi, and water came out of it. When Samson drank, his strength returned and he revived. So the spring was called En Hakkore, and it is still there in Lehi. Samson led Israel for twenty years in the days of the Philistines.