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

Tuesday, November 11, 2008


I have watched with interest Maher lately. He makes a lot of the same arguments that I used to. Specifically, that religion causes war. As I laid in bed today, whiling away the hours between the words, I realized that from a sociobiological viewpoint, war is natural. Chimps go to war with one another without a religion to push them on... the crusades, at least, were economically based, even, to some degree... the second sons, who were not going to inherit anything, had a chance during the crusades to come back rich. Hitler was not religious based. Our response to him was not religious based. How was Vietnam caused by religion? Iraq?

I guess taking pot shots at religion is along the lines of making fun of Michael Jackson... easy targets (OF course, I have done both). There are a few areas where religions, obviously, are the problem. In the age of over population and aids, the Pope's view on rubbers is ridiculous. Anything can be rationalized with the bible, but just because the words were used, that does not mean they were the motivation.

That is all. I am not going to go see his film, though I would have a couple years ago, before the visions and dreams and all the people treating me like I am some kind of preacher.

You are welcome to spread my poems by ANY MEANS NECESSARY.


There is some overlap... but they are all different.

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