My story is not for the religious or the atheistic or the agnostic... it is for everyone interested in the truth. This blog contains first drafts of poetry and prose for my series of books on Christ, the first of which, Waking Up Jesus, is being greeted kindly by critics. Thank you... John Scott Ridgway
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
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 ...
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 ledas 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 ...
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one o yer best
bob
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