TRUE STORY:

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!"





WAKING UP JESUS...

WAKING UP JESUS...
We come into this life expecting too much and leave expecting too little

Friday, October 23, 2009

where are you now

my name
is no longer my own

i have been photographed into a statue
dreamed into a God
worshiped and feared and scorned and driven


He is a servant of one who
chooses to send him over and over
to live the life of pain



the last meal for the ones who stole the holy corpse
a glass of blood for the congregation

They ate of his flesh
in the ways of the ancient religions he had led
as he made his way through humanity
doing his angelic part
in vampirec times

trying to use the words and myths of the times to contact the souls
buried in brutal flesh

remind them there is an end to the mission
that no  reward
has ever been so hard fought
or worthy


stoic soldier waiting for the coming moment
the prophesy proven by his very existence


a leader of  the followers of the father
against the usurpers of human kind
the scarred angels
their beauty burned away in our last battle
exposing demonic visages
horrors to the human eye


my time has arrived again
this time feels different
perhaps they all do...

life after life after life after life
head spinning waves of images imagined and real and remembered

The forever watched one
aware of their discreet
listening
wonderingdeciding
if the fire of the Christ
 has died down into the ambers
of a half-forgotten moment of madness?

ranter of war for the sake of justice
wanting to move his soldiers around the globe putting out the fires
responding as unarmed missionaries
boarder less political parties amassing votes across the globe

a world free where every political idea can be discussed
examined
for truth
and used and discarded as the people see fit

r we finally
giving up on the world
going home defeated
half-pissed for wasting time fighting a losing cause?

I was confident
for awhile
that something new had entered the earth with my presence


Believe
I am here now
this is the end of all you know

and the beginning of all you have dreamt of...

there will be no more pitchforks and fire
the threat of violence is known now

what am I supposed to tell you my children?


am I supposed to become a pope hidden under a long gown and a conical hat?

this i know...

The Flaming Sword of God
 gonna fall ...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

one o yer best

bob