WAKING UP JESUS
The ongoing story of Jesus waking up in Chicago, in the body of an agnostic writer,
who is nothing like the Son of God the right-wing Christians watching him expected.
You are welcome to share my work with a link bank... keep getting asked this...
Last time I was here, I told them I would not lead a revolution, that I was there to spread heresy. The crowds thinned. The day they killed me, I marched alone... This time I have returned to find Romes Soldiers Sleeping, content they have killed off the Troublesome Jew. I was surprised how bloody the Indiana boy became as my sword fell again and again ....
In the years since this story began in 2007, my secret fame has spread out from the halls of power that kept me secret all these years, as they waited for the Christ to finally wake up...
I try to imagine their anticipation.
Remember a dream I had in my twenties about running thru Chicago screaming that Christ was coming back, and man oh man was I happy... a cloud came through the middle of the skyscrapers above me, in the thin strip of blue above Dowtown State street, and I expected to see Christ... instead, just a bunch of musicians painted up like Ziggy stardust.
I surprised my keepers. They thought they had me figured out from the Bible. If that book could have told you everything, there would be no need at all for me.
Jesus: "I have become Known across this planet as a dangerous man with a growing force of hidden followers who value my orders more than life itself. A prophet of war. Once and future King in a court of shadows. Life and death in my hands every damn day. I ROAR, your most mighty shit themselves and run. I make myself a known threat, so I can try to negotiate what otherwise requires bullets and blood. I am here to free the enslaved in body and mind. I cannot be defeated. When the Will of God and The WILL OF THE PEOPLE ARE ONE, NO FORCE ON EARTH CAN STOP US!"
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
WE HAVE BEEN GATHERING
of course of course of course
i DIDN'T KNOW
self-absorbed one always trying to file away
most of my books were read as an escape
from a room of Pain
instead of a searching for a sense of the sacred
blame that mind mess
on a quirk of this american system
where us pube's don't get literary criticism
by then it is all preaching to the choir
No wonder the novelists keep proclaiming themselves dead.
why does this shit happen?
too much critical thinking
for they great they's pets??
doubt they are that smart
but you never know
what they'll say
when they finally come in from the cold
never be no ivory tower
for this indiana boy (I like elephants too much)
I will teach first grade through whatever
attend whatever wounds need healing
so the pipedream plays softly under the r and b
let's get to learning the ones
you've had to give up on
manifest the power of their magic
let them break their own chains
and smile that smile
peacefully the greens
OVER THEir COMPUTERs
around them their famalies were SAFE and warmed
total war for total peace
WE MUST SOLDIER ON