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

Saturday, July 12, 2008

we live in a cage of bookmarks

look at your bookmarks
if they are anything like mine
they tell the tail of who we are

the newspapers we believe
the comedians who make us laugh
the music that inspires

for every truth there are twenty lies
obscuring everything until the lie becomes as sensible as the truth

when more people believe the big con
than are free to be witting...
the Big Con will continue
with most all of the world
the marks
of a few
amoral carnies

look at Bush scrambling to take out large
swaths of nature with him
when he reluctantly gives up the White House

Sooner or later
there will be trails over how the environment has been treated
traitors will be shot

stay true for another day

trust there is a window the sky that has opened
and I have flown through
to save you from yourselves
as much as from the powers unchallanged in this world
who now know I AM

they great they
know nothing will ever be the same again

I have destroyed their vision of the future
replaced it with my own cry of total war for total peace

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;.

No comments: