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

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

SAME OLD questions rise in the words
SAME OLD loves and hates

keep waiting for the re-birth of humanity
the defeat of good and evil

wish the relativism of the atheist was a possibility
the anarchy of the rebels realistic

there is a place for us
in a quiet part of the mind
available to hobos and millionaires
prisoners and prostitutes and pariahs

on earth we are unarmed dissidents in a camp
waiting for our masters to turn the world into a gas chamber
a post-human hulk left by men who rape the very future

they have churned up the chemicals of the earth and added their own
scrambling the socialization of the autistics
our children now the deformed eagles of the 70's
our leaders sell the corporations the ability to keep polluting'
and expect us to cheer them along

THE ONLY ONE WHO WOULD WANT THAT SHIT ARE THE VAMPIRES
we have no stakes....  no sunshine to burn
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