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.
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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!"
Monday, July 06, 2009
The Forever War
the forever war
Monday morning news gives a solemn count of the weekend murders
between jokey weather and sports
TEN shot DEAD over the Fourth of July in Chicago
There is a breif shot of two parents hugging and crying
images of yellow police tape and cops in bulky, blue body armor
the smiles come back as another story rolls around
can't be too negative on the morning show
I picture their brothers and sisters waking to the darkness way too young
wanting revenge... or justice
mostly wanting to turn back the clock a day
tell their loved one not to sit on the porch that afternoon
they'll round up the rival gangs and shake out a few gunmen
destroy a few more lives
add the eighty high school kids shot down this year
and you have an urban war
Weapons flowing in like the sewage
they stopped five people coming into the fireworks with guns
one gang banger had a sawed off shotgun in his backpack
I never see the violence
Live in a different world than the killers
miles from the deep southside
miles from the deep westside
miles from the entangled lives of gangs
the disease of young warriors raised on rap
looking for street cred because nothing else pays as much in respect
Nobodies taking their backs in the business world, the schools...
No one else offering them money and the knowledge that if anyone messes with them
they can expect worse in return
guerrilla wars raging
between kids with uzi's and M-16's
on the quiet side streets where they feed on the addicted and demonized
fund their wars just like the other Taliban
When the US attacked Iraq
Mayor Daly went on TV screaming that Bush should attack Chicago
That he would welcome the troops to come in and stop the violence
drugs illegal... prohibition driven gangsters in Chi-town
we've been here before
different was the rich and powerful used that drug
The Metaphorically Handicapped live in a world of words
Ignore the facts to stay ensconsed in their mental defense system
they could legalize this shit and STOP the flow of money buying the guns
terrorist groups all over the world would lose out
the citizens would save money on prisoners
lives would no longer be shattered
kids wouldn't be dying from stray bullets every damn day
kids wouldn't have any reason to fight to the death
ahhh.... we live in asylum
Sanity is medicated away as depressing
in da city
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