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 26, 2008

we are prophets of grace






the words within us sing out
calling for the return of savage grace

unware instruments of the universe
we are playing a mo (u)rning song


praying through our keys
humble children of THE MASTER TRAVELER

shepherds of a planet's life
warrior protectors of the lamb (s?)


WE MUST STOP SLAVERY
not sit around thinking it is all good

now that we
FEEL FREE


I know this more than any hunger:
NO ONE IS FREE UNTIL WE ALL ARE FREE


TO THOSE
ENSLAVED
by man and country

WE PLEDGE UNTO all that is sacred to us

WE ARE COMING FOR YOU

THE EAGLE is screaming in bloodlust

THE SICKLE drips much regretted drops of once life

BRUCE LEE IS BACK ALL PISSED off & UNSTOPPABLE

WE ALL LUST
FOR A TASTE
OF THE ENEMIES BLOOD

After we police the area
WE give you a laptop
teach you to pray words
into this sacred text
rub oil on your feet
pray for your forgiveness
and give you a crown
you SLAVE CHILD
Must lead

YOUR PAIN WAS VALUABLE AND WORTH SOMETHING

You will tell it to our bible in simple words
for all too simple men like me
who need a lot of syllables
to feel like I am reading something worthy
in this overwhelming wave
of worthy books
i feel like i need word games
and layer after layer on every page

Before i WAS knocked into a coma and lost my mind,
I didn't care if my work,
my spoken words or life bored children;
now
something without a name
tells me it is better to talk simple
than lose touch with my teachers

Enslaved Ones we hear your muted crying
in our shared moon
from this day forward
WE WILL ALWAYS SEE YOUR distorted FACE

we are hurting from your PAIN

We have a crew ready to rock
I am a man of my word
from a tribe of our word
your word
the word

we keep our word

We pledge unto our sacred:

WE ARE COMING FOR YOU

No one stops us again.


















You 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;.

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