TRUE STORY:

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!"





WAKING UP JESUS...

WAKING UP JESUS...
We come into this life expecting too much and leave expecting too little

Saturday, April 05, 2008

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THIS IS FOR DAVID . . . MICHAEL . . . GILBERT....
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by jsr

12/03/07
8:49 PM

best friend I EVER HAD...

BEST FRIEND I EVER WILL...

David Michael Gilbert killed himself at sixteen

because you made his LIFE A BITTER HELL

BECAUSE HE HAD tourette's syndrome...

you called him snakeman
and drove him out of school...
a brain tick caused him to stick his tounge OUT

I COULD NOT KICK ENOUGH ASS
TO STOP THEM . . .
i tried everytime
every fucking time

ONLY his church stood by him
AND THEY WERE NOT ENOUGH....
we moved away and he tried the first time...
I RAN BACK TO INDIANA
AND STOOD AT HIS BACK for a year,
but I was a kid
and I NEEDED THE GUIDANCe OF my family


YOUR HATREDS DROVE HIM FROM THIS PLANET...

and if some god tries to throw his ass in hell

I WILL DESTROY THEM

bittter tears, man...
STILL,
I will take my hands reluctantly from your throat...
if i can do that,
you better be able to forgive...
or we are gonna have a problem.

BIG FUCKING PROBLEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this was his favorite song...
he wanted to go inside of the rythmns
and the images and the hope
and live there....
he was ready to go ANYPLACE
to get out of thIS HELL OF TORMENT.
maybe he did GO INTO an indiana boy dream of mountains

I doubt it...

you evil fucks.

THE mountains,
the eagles and their spirit...
WILL BE GONE IF WE LOSE,

YOU KNOW.

I know...



HERE IS A SONG BY A man who deserves to be an icon; a man whose friends can barely discuss him because of the waves of the utter loss .... we are a smaller, colder world without them all, you know??? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0dnIxbi7TwQ

i claim DAVID MICHAEL GILBERT'S soul for my army... remember fighting for him
until he grew stronger than me...
REMEMBER HOW MIGHTY HE SEEMED
AND STILL YOU BEAT HIM DOWN
DAY AFTER DAY....

DAVE,
I KNOW You are here now in some way
that I don't need to define anymore...
in a way that doesn't have to even be true or false...

Thank you dave for gifts undreamt.

Sorry I grew so far away from your spirit,

so dead inside to our dreams of love and peace...



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And while I am apologizing to dave's... here's one for you my estranged rock star brother... I am sorry I had to let our skeletons dance -- that was what it took to stop someone who might be molesting... even our love has to be sacrificed over shit like that. I didn't make this fucking world, obviously, or it would be a hell of a lot better. i'm cut up bad man and this don't never stop bleeding.... until I can kiss your face again.


JOHN DENVER
IS the heart of the eagle,
that screaming beast
tearing down from the stars
PISSED OFF AND LUSTING FOR A FIGHT


that's JOHN'S EAGLE TONIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1..






"Now his life is full of wonder but his heart still knows some fear
Of a simple thing he cannot comprehend
Why they try to tear the mountains down to bring in a couple more
More people, more scars upon the land"


ll writings by John Scott Ridgway are protected by the law... but I encourage you to spread my poems by whatever means necessary. One day you will understand.

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