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

Monday, November 23, 2009

between all you were and all u want to be

stands a shadowed reaper
calm and complacently  awaiting introduction

the sword that smites the mortal coil
can b seen coming a mile away
or b on us in an instant

stinging bees go out in a blaze of  glory
they attack knowing they will not return from battle
or get tricked by their genes and only learn their awful fate when is too late to reconsider

we live too long for some
too short for others

distracted and disappointed and somehow
in a pinch
always forever ready to get started again

what evidence have we anyone ever lived on...
some see it already
for others there will never be enough evidence
is the universe half full or half empty


Anonymous said...

really good stuff...


scott ridgway said...
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scott ridgway said...

Thank you. My poetry is weird lately... I have driven my readers away with it, but what the hell?