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

Sunday, December 12, 2010


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
 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  

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