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!"
Saturday, June 20, 2009
stupid little films
we fear most what we say between the lines
the unspoken messages we can't hide
We seldom lower our shields of persona
too dangerous in a realm without logic
where the demonization of man
makes the mundane seem satanic
a christian an object to be stoned/reviled
lands where conversion is illegal
realms of sects battling
for control of the Law
we fear silence itself will betray us
that our distance from the putrid mess of politics
gives our tacit approval to the excesses of sociopaths
laws unto ourselves alone at night in our thoughts
the pyshics of movement suspended for a flight of mind
we make stupid films
as a boy it was hitting a homerun in the national leauges in baseball
later I developed an elaborate sci-fi fantasy tale that I told myself
a bedtime story that lasted years
I would just begen letting the story roll and fall asleep
over the years that fantasy grew elaborate
my girlfriend told me that she thought a lot about me when she went to bed at night
I told here about my sci-fi fantasy and she hated me for destroying the mood
I am laying in bed and am contacted by an alein craft
Telling me that I am advance scout
Who has set off an SOS
calling his bretheren to come to the aide of the fledgling life of earth
I was always getting ripped off as a cab driver
took these frustrations and told the aliens to cure the planet
they were going to have to kill off segments of the population
child molesters, rapists, murderers...
In their death a decree is left, describing their sins...
which the aliens have been recording on the long journey
using the eyes of thousands of planets to diagnose the disease on earth
All of the worlds leaders would be transported to a sports stadium
They would be told that War was stopping that very day
Should another soldier raise a gun, they would die
total war for total peace. A sad and brutal end to a sad and brutal time.
the problem with my story is that I forget the billions of other characters
who rightly so would probably disagree with me -- change my mind given a chance
I would never want to see humankind so clinical toward their fellows
As the aleins in my musings
the propagandists can make it so for the emphemeal truth of a speech
create witchhunts in our minds
limbaugh's ditto heads and Hillary Clinton --
hated by simply fanning a few flames
in otherwise dim minds
Used to be a law called equal time in the states
give one side and you have to give the other
Now one side is fine with Fox
stupid little films
they take my aleins and make them our neighbors
create painted birds for the pack to attack
Wading out into the on-rush of words
the first thing you notice is that belief is qute different than truth
belief in a psychic phenomena that needs no facts to exist
we take almost everything on faith -- the trains will run, the sun will shine...
faith is an amber that can warm you
or burn down your house with your family inside
inspires Ghandi and David Koresh.
an abusive lover indifferent to our pleas
our default companion
when we walk off toward the reaper