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!"
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
original opening for elves attic that gov. shut down
the elves attic
BE VERY AWARE!
A blood covered goodfellow king has returned from war and ain't taken no shit.
i did my twenty years...
SHOW LOVE AND RESPECT
THE HELL OUT
OF THE HOUSE OF PAIN
you do know I killed my oldest brother Paul??? He drew first blood; tried to kill me first... dropped me down two flights of stairs on my head after I quit screaming when he dangled me over... my stoic smile enraged the asshole...
i loved him again
by the time the eagle-spirit
flew down enraged from my dreams
my first kill was an accident.
That does NOT mean he didn't die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THAT DOES NOT MEAN
I DID NOT KNOW I MURDERED MY BROTHER
i swam in the blood of vendetta at 8
i ran screaming from the house, "I KILLED HIM.... I have to run away!! I'll end up killing all of you..." A third grader barefoot in the snow. . . running anywhere away... My true father came out and told me it was not my fault. . . I believed him ... then.... THE MURDERS WERE A REAPER'S business, I tell myself . . . as I try to inspire you to strip off
the lies of comfort... and go deeper yet... to some new level of RIGOROUS HONESTY. PAUL I go to YOUR grave every day and cry my penance and celebrate seeing YOU again.
TIME TO DO YOURS
RENDER UNTO THIS CEASER!!!!!!
you have two more days of MY GRACE
by the way those lightening strikes are
NOT wild and uncontrolled
NO MORE SENSELESS KILLING
NO YOU SHOULD REMEMBER THIS WELL: my aim is pinpoint accurate NOW; YOU ARE IN MY KILL ZONE.
in first grade... no shit... I beat up ALL OF MY FIRST GRADE CLASS. EVERYONE. i never forget. They didn't either. Period. You'd best not, either.
KNOW: I WASH OFF MY WAR PAINT
ONLY WHEN ALL OF MY SOLDIERS
our name is sufi con. We are in CHRONIC PAIN, starving, BACKED INTO A CORNER and READY TO go out doing as much DAMAGE as the SAVAGE LORD allows!!
WE TAKE NO PRISONERS..
CAN'T AFFORD THEM
SURRENDER TO MY CHILD PEACE
or try again in the next life
we will miss you . . .
i am at your back.
I SWEAR WE WILL
raise you right next time!!!!!!!!!!!
FROM NOW!!! TO FOREVER!!!
DON'T HURT OUR SOLDIERS
OR WE GET YOU WHEN YOU DIE
AND TORTURE YOU IN WAYS
YOU CANNOT DREAM . . .
the great I inside us all
become one creature
fighting through a universe
OF SAVAGE GRACE
IN YOUR NAME!
THIS IS OUR WORLD WAR!
WE WILL NOT FORGET!!!
NOT FOR 1
WILL FORGIVE THE WARRIORS
or they will live in a box of pain
for A THOUSAND YEARS
Do NOT tempt us!!!!
These are photos of those alleged homosexuals that iran doesn't have... you know, they try to get them to get sex changes, which deadens somes sex lives. We can only pity such men, until a pink army is mobilized enough that this photo is on the cover of Time magazine; I do not want physical war with the wondrous Persians, though I have thrown down a gauntlet on issues of humans judgine other humans for stuff that God himself created.
The blood of persian poets has barely been washed off our hands... they have retaliated... now, we must sit down like adults and discuss why fewer nuclear bombs is a better idea than more. Ask the Japanese.
We leave no warriors behind!!!! Never have!!!! NEVER WILL....
My enemies can try again in the next life.
. . . too much blood in my eyes.
"I cannot believe John Scott Ridgway is not a household name." Da LA Times!
NEED A COMMANDMENT?
DO NOT TOLERATE PEOPLE ACTING SUPERIOR.
PAIN acknowledges all gods and none.
"I think they are seriously afraid of my talent." WARREN da APE
to those about to ROCK
The GANGSTA GENERAL X is right outside of your window looking at you thru his scope. He will rain hellfire in your quiet neighborhoods... you drew first blood... it would be JUSTICE. You better liisten when he tries to teach you forgiveness -- while he is still in the mood to grant THE GIFT.
WE LOSE NOW
I AM A COP.
I AM A SOLDIER.
things just got weird.
ridgway's were the first kings of england, crusaders and monks and priests since the dawn of recorded time... the blood of Arthur... the bloody genetic scraps of the christ... a line of kings who TAKE GREAT PRIDE in dying beside their troops in battle. Sounds like braggy crap, but this is the crest of the peacock going up like a flag. Earned a soap box not by the name ridgway -- the most famous one is a serial killer... earned mine through FOURTEEN FULL TIME years of school in mil. intelli., writ, CULTS, ANTHROPOLOGY, PHILOSOPHY AND HISTORE . . a PUNISHER IN A TAXI for SEVENTEEN YEARS and learning to love me and you and forgive us all -- PERIOD.
I AM PAX ROMANO.
merlin cut himself in specks
and fed himself to u
he is now inside you
seize his magic
hold on for DEAR LIFE
PRAY TO THE MAD MAGICIANS' VOICE IN YOUR HEAD
MAKE IT MIGHTY AND STRONG
a blood soaked arthur
there are many ways
THERE WILL BE JUSTICE BEFORE PEACE
BEFORE THE SURVAILLED WORLD MAKES CRIMINALS OF ALL FREE THINKERS
they try to take my pot away... we are gonna have a big fucking problem. Luckily, the cops in this town know me from catching criminals and stuff, and trying to help them during this summers near riots. I helped the city trust the fbi enough to bring someone in to clean out the dept. And with my own eyes I have seen cops taking money and counting it outside of the mob owned cab company I inadvertantly drove for.
Love yourself today.... and read http://wakingupjesus.blogspot.com there are answers and I have them.
ou are welcome to spread my poems by whatever means... they are yours... unless you make some money off of me and then I would like some. Is that too much to ask? No. I have a family, too;.