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
this could very well be
the infinite cosmos
traces of the one who blessed us
a glimpse of her long forgotten face
crusaders of a poor man's truths
unto the horror, the horror
mad monkish missionaries
crusading through the cosmos
gonzoing up histories of our lives and times
aspiring to leave trails of beuaty through the horror
laughter and tears
in our sacred texts
heart and soul
by the sweet milk
of the infinite tit
WHY WOULD ALIENS
LET WARRING BEASTS TRAVEL INTO SPACE???
she might be out there
a muse of dreams infinitly larger
than all the tiny heads
on your precious speck of earth
what do we have to lose????
This shit hole of Pain.
let me show you how to run the healm on this starship
and then we party awhile and I go home to the family
let the women do as they please
appease their gods
they can take this ship
or their own
no one owns anyone
not cars houses or games or computers or clothes ....
the objects of your false loves are cancers unto your souls
trust nothing more than your mother's love
AND THAT only with a bit of thought...