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

Thursday, October 07, 2010

Sometimes I don't like this thing I have become

I don't understand where I am headed
Why I have lived exactly
Why I will die

a beginning with an end built in
life expectancy determined

of mere flesh
flashes of memories of the lives passed through come and pass
in horror and glory
I am almost used to immersion in Pain

of forgetting who I am until it is safe to wake up
in a battle field where Heave itself waged war against rebelling angels

Sat by the lake and thought today of the war fought in the Heavens
How we had won... I have commanded the dead for many years
I march into Hell itself and offered one last round of forgiveness to the lost souls

Salvation is not mine to Give
My mercy is not the same as my Father's.


The awful injustice


of the universe
born under bad signs in bad circumstances amidst bad people
kids that just never had a chance

didn't set up the game myself
He is both kings
every player of power
humans don't even qualify as pawns
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