Spread Thin

I have come to this earth
a warrior dropped into mid- battle
dozens of armies going at it
with weapons and ways
I barely understand

A glossamar web

tossed over the mind of man

woven in Heaven Above

for a vegetarian Spider

freeing flies

a feral child raised by God himself
spirit buck-wild
untamed by man or earth
a denizen of no church
or philosophy...

mentally adrift 

in an infinity of guesses

that will do for truth 

for a few years

until the future

 looks back

and laughs 

at all we had held dear

I had to be Sharpened and Honed
by this time
to know
Why I am here
What I will do
How I will forge a path
across the face of this earth
I will do no harm or scorch the ground I pass
a relentless being who cannot be stopped
despite your best efforts

My sanity fought thru your madness
 I came out
on the other side
aware of your tactics and prepared
to fight you in your courts or Mine...
You pride yourself by living by your corrupted man-law's
that are slanted toward
whoever has the most money
a see-through system of vampiric lawyers
hypocritical judges

I am
the Law of God
a gift of His Love
for some
the damnation of others...
I am
the source of your laws
and their destruction
The  Meta morphing


I run from your labels every time
as I ran out of your Bibles and set up camp in this time

to subvert your oppressors
and march You once more from slavery



I have
believers
and friends
God himself
in His choice of souls
does not distinguish
between the two
nor will I

I will not declare myself the being you have in your mind
My Image does not fit in your flesh
Who I am cannot be deduced

I AM the controversial one
the misunderstood presence
who had to swear off his friends
telling them you will be persecuted
for coming to my side
and they were

The infection of surveillance flows out from my life

feel more man than God most of my days
the voice of my inner Angel buried from my life in words
others see me more clearly than I do
I am a man with Holy Light inside of me
an alien sent by a God to save souls
when your planet loses life
as they do...
in the vastness of time
by accident
or design



your prophets are going mad
with communications from angels
demons
the Son
Samson's destroyed by their use of Holy Power
I know how this insanity can spread
How easily Superstition gets confused with  Religion

One thing to believe in what is there
Another to believe in what you want to be there
I AM here Now
I have been wary about leaving my cave
cautious now
still bold
trying to avoid the deadly mistakes

I am not used to taking myself very seriously
Let alone having others do so

I hear songs on the Radio...
Paul Simon's singing
"The Radical Priest Came And Took Us Away."
I used to fantasize this was my fate when I heard this song
to be released from this prison
to be with
the people
to walk among others
openly

I have seen the crowds before
who flocked to be with me...

I could bring them solace
Peace
The Eternal Good flows Inside of Me

I am the rainbow at floods end

They drove me mad and warlike once
Deduced how to drug me and harass me
to make me a fool
the handlers thought they were going to get a Holy Terror
believed they would unite the world
behind me

I saw how this would lead to war
people will not abandon their religions
and should not be asked to
the arrogance of man says He Is Right even when He Is Wrong

I showed you who I am in 2007 to try to destroy your myths about me
I burned the crucifix --
 said
Why Would I Want To See The Place Of My Pain
In My Father's House?

I am a peacemaker with no illusions about what that sometimes takes
I have lived many lives
as have all of you
ancient knowledge inside of you will show you the logic in my ways

I would never ask you to abandon how you worship God
I would never ask for your worship
I will never fashion myself to be your religion icon

Hauntings

The past rages back at me some days.   Tears me out of the day like the very hand of God... rips me  away from my calm seat here in Chicago, by a window looking down on a small garden, beside a slumbering dog and a tough, watchful cat,  where I putter away as a being behind words... creating words.  Living in words and letting the day to day fade into mundanity.

I want to write now about the first few months, when I was raging, and trying anything to get myself to disbelieve this was happening to me...  which was also the time of my greatest sermons, the ones that struck hard with my new found followers, who were unsure just what this Christ was... and is.

I started out as a story teller, as I was before, and always am.  Stories last longer than flesh... and I of all people learned that the flesh is for sacrifice.

The Son sacrifices the pleasures of the flesh for the pleasures of the spirit
A living death no...
the old taboos.... no
the cultural prejudices made religious by meddlesome priests.. no


this is not what I mean

I simply do not fall for the lure of easy of money

to be continued

Pyrrhic

Tremble tremble

little world

in your sleep you were speaking

and I heard

your crimes are clear

your fate is near

the weird and worried are in a hurry

scrambling to stay on top of the mass of people

 the pile of humanity

that leads down to the drowning and dead

underneath

 in a wide open ocean of Chaos

some days you have no choice

you either scramble for the top

or lay back in the water

and try to go quietly

float off into the sheer mystery of death

You cannot silence me with sirens

You cannot make my mind shut down on cue

You can beat and drug and bug me

but in the end

I will defeat you

in a human court or God's...

 makes little difference to me

though it will to them...

Conversion processes everywhere 

dupe the unwary 

before the lies are barred 

wary and awake 

I am making my way through your roadblocks

the bomb fields and electrified fences

you built into newspapers and television reports 

science and art

escaping the forest of lies and torching it as I leave

a little more 

flame by flame

every day

water to wine

has been proclaimed  

 I am a prophet of war,
 a once and future King in a court of shadows . . . 


holding up a black flag with white angel wings,  
calling my kind to gather, 
and prepare to fly.

The DAY I Almost Destroyed Chicago??

I was in terrible pain.  They were drugging me,  keeping me sleepless for days...  homeless,  by design.   Some Mob related guy pressed Mary Ann into leaving town for the weekend to hang out with their dog, get away, smoke weed...  then treated her like shit once she was there.   Left me out in the cold,  after the drugs made me too crazy for even M's tremendous patience.  Before that I had tried to just take anything they were throwing at me, telling myself that the unreal attack against me had to end sooner or later and then I would get my revenge.

I was talking to the bugs outright then,  they must have used something they could aim at me, because they were picking me up on the streets...   sounds so strange to write this a few years later, as if I am describing a madman.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone else on this earth has been through this?   I suppose not...  Anyways,   As I walked toward the lake front, quiet pissed at the world,  I described the war in heaven that I was fighting even as  my flesh walks this earth,  how much I had lost freeing mankind from the grip of the Fallen Angel...   I was so pissed....  I sat down by the lake, took a piece of  broken glass,  and carved bloody crosses on my feet, chest, hands,  my sides... then burned my chest with a cigarette....  telling the spies I was going to destroy the city.   Alarms began going off... shrill, screaming...  as if a tornado was coming.   Grant Park,  usually packed on a summer day, emptied of people as the long haired Christ screamed on the lakeshore...

Then I stood up and screamed into the sky,  That Is Acting, Mother Fuckers...      It is not in my make up to destroy a city over the actions of a few of their leaders...  now, had I ran into the people who were causing my pain that day,  I would surely have killed them with my bare hands.

I do not take lightly the powers of God.   Using them is alarming...  My  powers seem so .. destructive.

Am  I here to destroy all I have loved?   To leave this earth in cinders, so I can harvest the souls?   The planet will die anyways, I suppose, sooner or later.  

How  can I even  care about what is going to happen before the fire?