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, August 27, 2010

DECLARATION OF WAR

I am a warrior poet from a line of ancient kings
General Factor X

lead an army from the bunker of obscurity
life and death in my hands every damn day
the first man ever drafted into generalship
every mistake a bloody mess
the assassins everywhere


Confused by God and man
cut open and splayed for reality tv 
as I screamed that I was a prisoner
the viewers just laughed and went along


I am surrounded by neutered's 
who take a smug pride in being slaves



My enemies tried to defeat me without martyring my flesh
left me bloody and broken and half mad...   
silently content in the knowledge 
I would issue their death sentences.




never meant to have this life
never wanted anything more than a simple love
simple words
simple ways
they drew first blood
brought on the wrath of war hardened lion

I have been mistaken for many things
a mirror
an alien
a communist
a republican
a peace nik
a war monger
gay and straight 

this is what happens when the media can take a split second of a life 
and say it rep's all the other years.... 

bush-lite called me 'just a writer and a whiner'
when I had my hands around his brother's throat
I let him go
even as the crowds screamed for his blood
his entire family owes me their lives
they can rewrite history anyway they want
they were defeated by a long haired stoner
brought to their knees
by the forces of disgust 


been to the mountain and the mole hill
They're surrounded by crowds mistaking one for the other


thomas paine come round again
this time I won't let you steal my words to enslave
This time my words are a key to the jails
written on a broad sheet passed instantly around the world

Jesus come round again
this time I won't let you steal my words to enslave
This time I have a sword 
the Roman's backed off quick
sent their Pope to offer me a crown

Drunken Ghost dancer come round again
this time I won't let you steal my words to enslave
This time I  make true my vision of a world without predators
even if I have to burn all this shit down 

I have shown mercy to those who have shown none for too long
I have pretended all is right in the world for too long
I have watched from a distance for too long



I am prepared 
to throw off the cloak of anonymity and lead the march


God Grant Me The Power to free your people
and let them rule themselves

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