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

Sunday, June 21, 2009


I was humiliated
stunned into hate
lashing out with whatever words
crossed my pain ravaged mind

why are they looking at me...
why are they taking all of this so seriously....

why... why... why...

You left me alone with such thoughts
one mind against millions

I thought I had a choice
take life seriously or don't
laugh or scowl

run and hide
or stand up and fight a losing war

the litany of the fatalist
raised disconnected

thrust out drugged and ravaged
into your minds
a creature noticing the blood of his birth
hearing the screams of his mother
Why were you surprised when
I cut off the hand that feeds me and ate it?
Stick your hand in the cage of a beaten dog...

I have come to take you home
disbelieved and disheveled and distraught
a dangerous creature born into a morass of myths

Truth whispered into the wind became a storm front

I watch the world unraveling around me with disbelief

either I have been played by man or God?

Nothing left to lose but my shame

they leave me alone with my thoughts
a modern monk
a kept monkey
caged angel

an idiot savante poet
who lost control of the plots in his prose

the wreckless destroyer
reluctant to even pick a flower

I did not choose this
I am not the narcisstist with a mirror on his podium
trying to get my hand in your wallet

I am more than you know
a mystical factor no one can predict

You stole from me when your dow was at 1400
lost 6 thousand points for your insult

I understand enough of how this works to see the consequences in the cosmos
God has entered the flesh and nothing is as it was before

Those who know well who I am should heed these words
my forgiveness is not my Father's

What you do to me will cost you
denial alone is not enough to dispell this curse

We stand now on Common Ground before God
Judged not by our power in life but our worth in spirit
The Meek have inhereited the earth


Anonymous said...

awesome work--bob

scott ridgway said...

thank you Bob, always means something coming from you.