preacher

I woke up in the middle of a ring of spies
preparing for an event
that I would never have believed in...
A God Walking In Human Flesh.




When they pointed at me I had no idea why?
I felt like I was breaking apart not leading someone
snatched out of my life by a cosmic hand 
and thrown 
into a passion play 


clever manipulators and sadists crossed every line
tore into my brain and changed me to suite their needs
turned my life into a reality show and I played along
until my oppressors reached into my cage 
and were surprised when I bit off their hand




We took out Hitler.... they announced after the second brainwashing
I was amazed they were that blatant about the brainwashing...
took out Hitler?  I wondered?  Did they have Hitler in me, too?
They had shown me a Nazi apologist film.. so I knew they were trying to soften me
for some blow... 
how I had attracted them
 remains a mystery
why they would help me 
even more of one?


Redemption I suppose... 
which I cannot help but hope is available to anyone


the maddening times of this
as the world I knew was being torn apart by what I was learning
leaving me unsure of what to believe...  
as they wanted...  
the more confused I am about what happened to me
the better off the ones who fucked with me think they are




I have to guess about how the outside world looks at me.  


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I write because  there are great thoughts
I fail my mission if my education wastes away unused in my head
I studied what was needed to achieve God's Will


Man tried to shape me
sometimes I think they created this voice thru brainwashing
not knowing that I AM who they wished me to pretend to me


They set up a throne for a fake son of God, a usurper
per Jesus plan for the end time
the humble and poor would never have had the resources
to set up the world wide stage for they needed
to carry out their Mission


or perhaps they never thought I was a man at all
I would think prophets would have noticed me
signs must have appeared all over the earth


I do not want the worship due God
I tremble at the Blasphemousness of such requests... 
see souls destroyed by this every damned day
or brains washed


an MC16 critic in England resurfaced nutted on Jesus speak
had a sex-change and was promoting Hemp
almost a mockery of me... maybe a sign though that...
No one is taking that critic seriously again








Bit off more reality than I can chew and I am choking on the taste of this BULLSHIT


I pray lately 
only love will flow out of me
that the blue chakra of my heart
will blend with the blue of the sky
and encompasses the globe in peace

sleek people kill each other on prime time

naive dreams of love
in a padded room 
hazed with pills and pot
a refuge buried deep under fictional lives and times
worlds of my own creation
where every day makes sense






































































































The Preacher is Jesus as he settles fully on his doctrine and how he is going to spread the word.  The pains of his birth are always going to haunt him, and his rages about his oppressors are still raping through his mind...  he tries to pray for the damned, but he doesn't always have the patience.


I am going to use a different tense, a narrator, describing the Preacher... as another way of telling this story, that makes sense of a narrative.  The same story I have told before in a very different way.  The Jesus books should be an evolving project, my series in the background, for now.


Preacher is good word for what I am.  That is a nice easy label to have.   People can take or leave what I say, without having to write everything that comes out of my mouth in stone.