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!"


We come into this life expecting too much and leave expecting too little

Monday, July 14, 2008

the cross

the unwelcome Christ
drifts through another day
in his gentle prison

he is allowed to leave his house
travel the city

security is tight
they watch him all the time
know when he is awake/who he calls/emails

they call those he names
make sure they know that the Christ has Chosen them

The cabal keeps him sated
He has a woman, pets
they keep him poor enough
that travel is out of the question

He is not the Christ of old
living homeless and hungry
as He awaits his date with Calvary

God has made him a warrior
killing with cryptic words
that send his forces out to make another heart-attack
cause a cancer
create a car accident
a suspicious fire burns across this planet

in the flames you hear the laughter of God
as his bloody welcome is given to his Children

the God who created the kill or be killed
eat or be eaten

exists beyond your pain
seeing you now and as you will be
the pains of this life are subsumed in the Glory of The To Come

the mythic journey through the stars
back to the father's side

you will hear tales of my heroic's along the way
I am nothing except a creation of the Father
nothing to celebrate or pray to or respect
any more than any working man doing a job
with the same feeling that he would rather be home

the silent among you are truly in control
not the voices you hear on the news

there is a greater ruling class
a coven of allegiences that try to keep the american experiment alive
by decieving the masses
by distrusting anyone other than themselves

I have shown the world their faces
dragged them out of the shadows
into the court of opinion

I awoke from amnesia in an Illegal House
I did not know...
I went along with them because they were offering me my dreams
like all evil folk
they lied to me
then tried to make me act the fool for the radio
i WENT ALONG to be funny
ground breaking

and we were
I wanted to use any scrap of fame I got
to help the people
to push for my causes
I wanted wealth to give it away

I cannot accept blood money
let them pay me off for their trickery
pretend that a few green backs
hold any worth
that equals my suffering in their hands

God himself fed me my inspiration
when such a one as He tells you what to do
there is no choice involved

he provided me with the opportunity to preach, act, write
the revolutionary movement that will take this country
this world
the space explorers
to the point where the good of all
is no different than the good of the one

You will die
some of you will stay by my side above
some of you will come back into life
sleeper agents for God
the evil among us
now hungry for redemption
to stay true to the simple god given laws
of their genetics

I will begin teaching them to use their powers

None will eclipse my own
for reasons that should be obvious to all of you
I have a dream of peace
from the Father
The path to heaven in my mind
the face of God hovering over me
an army of angels
the dead ready to do my bidding
in this world and beyond

I am at your back
raising my sword
to either fight off our enemies
or take you head

Sit in Chicago on a perfect day
the kitty-bum Buk curled up beside me
slighty touching my thigh with his warm paws

the husky lays in the doorway
half illuminated by the golden sun

the illusion of peace is complete

I read of the war zones
trying to see the best way out
read of al queda regrouping in Pakistan
how they won't let the Marines hunt them down

I want Peace without appeasement

yet I can see them there
calling on the youth to use their juice to fight in a holy war
everyone wants a holy war

all war is unholy
we fight the unholy to stop war

Some must fight
so that their loves can live
the unfortunate left overs of chimps trying to dominate the tribe
get the best fucks, the juiciest fruit...
how pathetic to be arrogant
in your pitiful state

man I have said that my dog is better than any human
when I said this I meant they are more blessedly living
than man

they would be just as cruel with our cranium
just as fucked up by their instincts
as they try to gather into civilizations

our soldiers are not feeling like they are fighting a holy war
though if they knew the future that the Taliban would bring
they would be volunteering for suicide missions

I will not allow any fundamentalists
even christians

to tell everyone else what to do

to jail the children of the night

I became in the America's for a reason
they are the most powerful country in the world
the exact opposite of being stoned by the crowds as I struggled
to keep the heavy cross on my torn and bleeding shoulders

This time He let me be ready
sent me to stop the heresy
to destroy the idea that the last prophet has come and gone
no religion can afford to ignore me
they will change
to fit into the world we will offer

or we will free their children from the grips
of certain generations
stop their cultural pollution BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY


you wonder why I like the Mormon's?
For the same reason I like the Catholic's...

they believe in revelation
All humans are capable of being contacted by angels
given truths for how people should live
the mormons keep this tradition alive

I do not ignore things like they take more prozac in salt lake city
than anywhere else in the world

they have to loosen up
quit thinking that they have the exact method to raise humans
they raise carbon copies of themselves
children who parrot what was known
rather than seeking a new language that synthesises
all that the future offers

even new cultural truths
this God doesn't give a damn if a girl is a virgin
I prefer experienced lovers
I think kids should have sex
I am glad that I did
however... no adult should touch them
in their time of innocence
their heart and groins should be their guide

pretending they are not supposed to be sexual
sends them the wrong message
creates these fetishes and phobias
we make our children like priests
with no sexual outlet

so many myths must be deconstructed
torn apart
thrown onto the ash heap of history and burned

we should all be smoking weed
instead of drinking

everyone knows this
except those too straight to explore the wilder sides

I have always felt like an artist
a watcher of human kind
a man who wanted to evolve into the best he could
now the best I can be is too awesome to hold in my head

I asked loyd the underground agent once
what I was
he waved his hand in front of his face saying
"You are... oh, what you are... you're ... Christ."
He was always avoiding my questions
offering me only the information he wanted me to get

told me they would jail me if I went after the Hell's angels
stop me if I left town

He is the only one who has approached me with full understanding
last time I saw him he had lost 40 pounds and was a wreck
told me, as others have, "They've been coming down on me
pretty hard."

The oddest part of this is that my main goals
have been reached
the president acknowledged the greenhouse effect
the country is about to elect a liberal
and find out how much better off they are

the kids have been activated as voters
the culture has come together to put a black man
at the helm

I have become famous with the people who matter
and have kept at least the illusion
that I am living like a man

I remember when this was starting
and I became convinced I would become wealthy beyond my wildest

the power of money hit me hard
I wanted things I had never considered buying
became the creature I have despised

went into the hospital and they wiped my personality away
took out the Hitler is how they explained it on the radio

the Hitler... there is no Hitler in me
I drove cab for fifteen years and never picked up anyone
who I was better then
or anyone who was better

I do not think in terms of heirarchies
I am not impressed by accolades
I am curious and open with people
yet respectful of their privacy
I treated everyone the same in my taxi
and people noticed
I was tipped incredibly well at times

There was also my dark side on display as I drove
I was fierce in the face of challanges
Never Backed Down... unless it was just stupid to continue

one night a woman grabbed the money
I had in my shirt and bolted
I ran her down
and she made it clear I would have to beat her up
to get my money back
I returned to the cab
took another order and tried to forget about it

I was always in the face of some asshole
never let people treat me like shit
without giving them a sting back

I understand the thirst for vengence
there are many who still bring up hate and disgust in my mind

I tell myself this is a behavior
not the intrinsic being
that there is a soul in all trying to steer
the flesh by the whispers of the Holy Ghost
The Christ inside all of you

still I would kill relentlessly if I thought it would help
if I did not know the collaterol damage
includes everything I love

My Powers are too huge for my consciousness
most of what I do with the weather comes from
a place in my mind where words are meaningless

I experimented to find out what could be done
and the destruction was awe inspiring
waves of tornados came at the bidding of my spinning fingers

like the flooding of Chicago when I thought they had killed M

I wonder sometimes if I was told all that has happened in the last two years
if my rage would destroy the world once and for all



he savage is pacing back and forth in hiscell
roaring in the night
gently crying as he see's the faces of the oppressed on the moon

I keep my mind on the mission
trying to win the alleigence of the lost
to bring together the unstoppable power
of the masses
to enfranchise the forgotten

the gangs are needed in our army
we must offer them the mercy
one gives misguided children
before the leaders are all jailed
and forced to believe some religion
they have made up to enforce discipline

manipulating the impulses of the young
toward wanting to live gloriously
in the eye of God
not the eyes of their gang
or parents

He exists
I have seen him
experienced the miracle of his presence
for months on end

When I was driving cab
I used to have conversations with God all the time
I believed in Karma then...
kept doing good deeds and seemingly reaping the benefits
then something terrible would happen
for no reason I could see
no sin of mine...




the religions of exlusion
must be stoppped
opened up
Holy Books like the Koran speak the ways of Peace
and War

written by men
trying to scribe the visions of God
in a language the people of his time understand
suiting the needs of a past long swept away by the wind

the place for the fundamentalists
is the same as the amish today

I apreciate the need to live simply
if this makes them happy
then let them b

Yet when they take the youths and teach them to hate
the very freedom that would bring Liberty to them
when they are told that church and state are the same
When the ministers tell the people that they know all
they are mocking God

No Man knows the best way for all to live
Diversity is the joy of God

I have preached to all religions that remain
been there and done that as a Muslim
in the time when they were the best religion on the planet

They are now as great as many others
No better or worse than the Bible Baptist Church
in Auburn Indiana
where I was offered a relationship with a deity
I stopped believing in at some point
what an irony?

I would have expected one such as I to rise from a church
I see now His Wisdom in making me a writer on the web
where I can reach all people
I have never liked preaching to the choir

I aam sickened by the Challanges I throw out daily

Sick of being a critic
Sick of pissing off people

My will is not as important as His
As long as He feeds me words
I must be the Praxis between God and Man
no matter how uncomfortable I am with talking to people about this

One Flew Over The Cuckoo Nest
that is me
the indian who has smashed out the window
and found freedom

My mother took me to this film alone
my brothers still too young
though we had all read the book
She is so wonderful
the childhood she tried to give us shines at moments
jewels in my memory that remind me that children still feel this way

Ossama was a wonderful child once
a brilliant man
a thoughtful leader with the instincts of a seasoned warrior
Now he and his kind have grown arrogant
as has all mankind

Once I was filled with such passion
that I felt I should be the one who went to war
to save the troops from having to fight
nuclear bombs would be kinder

When I began to see how I could be used by the military
I had to trust my instincts
believe that the soldiers would keep their creeds
yet I knew that war is a law unto itself

the cross
this time is information

being alive and wondering
where I will be most useful

Humans who manipulate others
are an affront to God
we must find a way to stop the schools in the middle east
from teaching hatred for the red, white and blue
to do this we must change

America is about Change

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