David and Goliath Retold #TonyandSteph

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* David pray for me
*Dedicated to #TonyandSteph

+-----David and Goliath Retold;Game 7 Of The WCF

Steph, by now you should be accustomed
to the raucous and demonstrative jeering
against your dreams of a second ring, the
boisterous 3-1 Philistine taunts of the
Oklahoma City Thunder incited by Russell
Westbrook, dirt flung and spittle of Dagon
in the Valley of Elah, Oracle Arena. Though
they band together against you furiously as
one man 9 feet tall, ostensibly formidable
and surly, dried drool on his disheveled beard –
Steve Adams, Serge Ibaka, Kevin Durant – with
bronze helmet of rebounding, coat of mail of shot
blocking that weighs five thousand shekels,
spearhead of hard picks six hundred shekels,
your strength comes from within. The cold lonely
nights shepherding on the knoll - dribbling shooting
and passing as prayers to Israel’s God -prepped
you well for this night. All it takes is one game, one
more win like the other two, slain lion and bear,
one rock from the sling, and this “Goliath” falls dead.
The head of OKC’s season dangling in your hand.


-----1 Samuel 17:4-11
And a champion went out from the camp of the Philistines, named Goliath, from Gath, whose height was six cubits and a span. He had a bronze helmet on his head, and he was armed with a coat of mail, and the weight of the coat was five thousand shekels of bronze. And he had bronze armor on his legs and a bronze javelin between his shoulders. Now the staff of his spear was like a weaver’s beam, and his iron spearhead weighed six hundred shekels; and a shield-bearer went before him. Then he stood and cried out to the armies of Israel, and said to them, “Why have you come out to line up for battle? Am I not a Philistine, and you the servants of Saul? Choose a man for yourselves, and let him come down to me. If he is able to fight with me and kill me, then we will be your servants. But if I prevail against him and kill him, then you shall be our servants and serve us.” And the Philistine said, “I defy the armies of Israel this day; give me a man, that we may fight together.” When Saul and all Israel heard these words of the Philistine, they were dismayed and greatly afraid.

The Last Supper Of Steph's Three Point Shot

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* Dedicated to #TonyandSteph, #StephisJudas

As soon as Judas took the bread, Satan entered into him. So Jesus told him, “What you are about to do, do quickly.” – John 13:27

+--------The Last Supper Of Steph's Three Point Shot

Steph, stare disdainfully
over flickering flames of
flattery that dance atop the
wick- deafen your ears to this
insipid choral singing; Your three point
shot as your assumed Lord and
Savior, bearded, tall, Galilean, full
of 73 regular season wins’ delusion,
a soul inundated with lying sitting
at table with 11 disciples of
your past season’s accolades, the
wine, the bread and the humming,
oblivious to its affects on the NBA’s
postseason. You must rise and go,
steal away behind darkness’ curtain,
tiptoeing into the synagogue
of “dunking and driving into the paint
every play,” the snake slithering
up the backside of the tree silently
hissing at Adam. Forsaking your gold
jumpshot for 30 pieces of silver is
worth stats diminished. If you betray
it, you’ll truly be free. The prophesied
Finals comes only if your former
“Perimeter Messiah” hangs bloody
on a tree of inactivity, his hands driven
in by nails of soldiers who share
your resentment.


----Luke 22:1-6
Now the Festival of Unleavened Bread, called the Passover, was approaching, and the chief priests and the teachers of the law were looking for some way to get rid of Jesus, for they were afraid of the people. Then Satan entered Judas, called Iscariot, one of the Twelve. And Judas went to the chief priests and the officers of the temple guard and discussed with them how he might betray Jesus. They were delighted and agreed to give him money. He consented, and watched for an opportunity to hand Jesus over to them when no crowd was present

Taylor Swift, Master, Have Mercy On Us!!! #TaylorDateTony

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* Luke pray for me
* Saints pray for me
* Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony

+--------Taylor Swift, Master, Have Mercy On Us!!!

Oh Taylor, loneliness
is my carbuncle, these unmet
yearnings for a #bae over the
span of many years an ulcer
of the worst kind; you see, rejection
from girls, their bacterially cruel dating
refusals, is an agonizing heart boil
festering without a cure, humiliating pain
in Jerusalem of a man’s soul rupturing.
Babes, my deep desire to fall in love
stampedes barefoot before you as ten
leprous men soliciting at least balm
of kindness for their malaise crying out
“Taylor, our Queen have pity on us!!!”
If you would only drink coffee with me
at Starbucks, kiss me, I swear all skin
of my self confidence would radiate
without blemish before priests of my
public reputation. Savior of blonde hair
and stunning blue eyes, lilting voice
of an angel, I fling myself at your feet
of mercy – will you date me? Will you
make me whole again?

----Luke 17:11-19
Now on his way to Jerusalem, Jesus traveled along the border between Samaria and Galilee. As he was going into a village, ten men who had leprosy met him. They stood at a distance and called out in a loud voice, “Jesus, Master, have pity on us!” When he saw them, he said, “Go, show yourselves to the priests.” And as they went, they were cleansed. One of them, when he saw he was healed, came back, praising God in a loud voice. He threw himself at Jesus’ feet and thanked him—and he was a Samaritan. Jesus asked, “Were not all ten cleansed? Where are the other nine? Has no one returned to give praise to God except this foreigner?” Then he said to him, “Rise and go; your faith has made you well.”

Malachi 3:1 Reinterpreted #TheEmoBible

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#IamMalachi #TheEmoBible

+--------Malachi 3:1 Reinterpreted 

I know, you tire of being berated
by bad tempered Persians,
the cutting glances by ruling classes
for obstructing paths of their frivolous
processions through town, as objects
of scorn I see the ghastly bruises on
your faces from clubs of brusque tax
collectors bilking your finances for regalia
for gaudy pagan festivals while at night
you starve. Yes, you are so far
removed from your former independence
some of your kids cant recall David’s
sling, Goliath’s head in his hands. Or
Israel’s dignity revived by Hezekiah, our
sharing pride smiles and glory in the historic
desecration of the Baals. But take heart,
my messenger is coming who will prepare
the way before me. He and I come shortly
....to liberate. When you see my face I
swear you will see Solomon’s Temple again
glimmering -Mercy personified as Lord and
Savior of The Earth, even for heathens.  

----Malachi 3:1
I will send my messenger, who will prepare the way before me. Then suddenly the Lord you are seeking will come to his temple; the messenger of the covenant, whom you desire, will come," says the LORD Almighty

The Western Conference Finals Game 4; Judgment Day

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* Dedicated to #TonyandSteph #IamBardCurry

+--------The Western Conference Finals Game 4; Judgment Day

Steph, behold, there is warring in
the cosmos right now, the clangor
of angel blades, shouts of fury,
shouts of rage like peals of thunder,
sparks and flashes of lightning in
a sky-cum-celestial melee…tinged red
due to all the blood of the weak
and fallen. But what I really mean to say
is that this is a metaphor for Oklahoma
City, the Warriors and Thunder fighting
in these last days
to influence the fate of the NBA world.
Armageddon begun in the Western
Conference. And your three point shot is
a snarling, menacing white horse, and
you its champion rider "faithful and true."
On Tuesday let your eyes be blazing
fire, set on your head your many
MVP titles as crowns; its time to rule
Durant and Westbook with a triple-
doubled iron scepter. Tread on the
Thunder’s title hopes as the winepress
of the fury of the wrath of God Almighty.    L
(Make their joy burn in the Lake of Fire
of a humiliating sulfurous defeat.)


----Revelation 19:11-21
I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True. With justice he judges and wages war. His eyes are like blazing fire, and on his head are many crowns. He has a name written on him that no one knows but he himself. He is dressed in a robe dipped in blood, and his name is the Word of God. The armies of heaven were following him, riding on white horses and dressed in fine linen, white and clean. Coming out of his mouth is a sharp sword with which to strike down the nations. “He will rule them with an iron scepter.” He treads the winepress of the fury of the wrath of God Almighty. On his robe and on his thigh he has this name written: king of kings and lord of lords. And I saw an angel standing in the sun, who cried in a loud voice to all the birds flying in midair, “Come, gather together for the great supper of God, so that you may eat the flesh of kings, generals, and the mighty, of horses and their riders, and the flesh of all people, free and slave, great and small.” Then I saw the beast and the kings of the earth and their armies gathered together to wage war against the rider on the horse and his army. But the beast was captured, and with it the false prophet who had performed the signs on its behalf. With these signs he had deluded those who had received the mark of the beast and worshiped its image. The two of them were thrown alive into the fiery lake of burning sulfur. The rest were killed with the sword coming out of the mouth of the rider on the horse, and all the birds gorged themselves on their flesh.

Taylor Swift and Tony Conti; Adam and Eve In 2016 #TaylorDateTony

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* Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony


+--------Taylor Swift and Tony Conti; Adam and Eve In 2016

Taylor I wish I could go
back with you to where it
all began, the quintessence
of expectation and longing sated,
of love –pure- in a paradisiac
garden, soft skin of lips touching
soft skin of lips, ankle deep
in an eternal stream of ecstasy,
Man and Woman both enfolded
in the reassuring arms of a divine
breeze. I wish this was us. Before
slithering notions of heartbreak,
before lies of inferiority dangled fork-
tongued and stolid from a rotted tree
of dumb girls’ romantic rejection,
peddling to me rancid fruit of sorrow
that should’ve remained forbidden
forever.  I would cup your chin in
my hands and whisper to your soul
“Taylor Swift – flesh of my flesh…
bone of my bone….always” softly.


----Genesis 2:18-25
Then the LORD God said, “It is not good for the man to be alone; I will make him a helper suitable for him.” Out of the ground the LORD God formed every beast of the field and every bird of the sky, and brought them to the man to see what he would call them; and whatever the man called a living creature, that was its name. The man gave names to all the cattle, and to the birds of the sky, and to every beast of the field, but for Adam there was not found a helper suitable for him. So the LORD God caused a deep sleep to fall upon the man, and he slept; then He took one of his ribs and closed up the flesh at that place. The LORD God fashioned into a woman the rib which He had taken from the man, and brought her to the man.
The man said,
            “This is now bone of my bones,
            And flesh of my flesh;
            She shall be called Woman,
            Because she was taken out of Man.”
For this reason a man shall leave his father and his mother, and be joined to his wife; and they shall become one flesh. And the man and his wife were both naked and were not ashamed.

AMERICA, BERNING

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* Ezekiel pray for me
* Saints pray for me
* Dedicated to Bernie Sanders
#TonyandBernie #FeelTheBern


+--------AMERICA, BERNING

America, Bernie Sanders,
presidential heir apparent
enthroned as True Candidate of Justice,
anxiously twirls a principled scepter
of lightning and sulfur. To him our polarity
of economic classes is inane smolder
of politics provocatively rising -
ash-screams of uneducated orphans
that solicit intervention, stench of
sick people without healthcare that
sparks vengeance. As the rich callously
bake wealth-bread and the working poor
slumped outside doors of their opulence
sniff the disingenuous aroma of yeast’s
opportunity, a flash and flicker and then
flames of rage are his eyes. Yes, when
elected he will stand, disrobe to ride a
vetoing chariot on just winds, rains
of fire and brimstone of equitability and
fairness preceding, screaming angels
flanking him on the way to Congress, the
modern day Sodom ABOUT TO BERN.

----Ezekiel 16:49
Now this was the sin of your sister Sodom: She and her daughters were arrogant, overfed and unconcerned; they did not help the poor and needy