intro to book of poetry Waking Up Jesus

HI. THIS IS THE INTRODUCTION to a series of poems that I am going to be putting up today. They tell the story of a guy who is visited by an angel one otherwise uneventful day in Chicago... and told he is the Christ... They tell a story.... The ones I am putting up today take place after he has announced himself over the internet, and conjoured a miracle before the world....

At present, he is in Chicago under heavy guard, living his same same old poor artist life after refusing various attempts to bribe him into working with the factions competing for their place in our tangled webs of governments and spies and armies and revolutionaries and fools...

Today, he is sending out poems to the anxious residents of earth -- sinners all, of course, and thus a bit worried about meeting their maker (something most of them expected to have to deal with when they were dead, if at all). He tries to always be forgiven, but he was created to REBUKE first... and sometimes, being a rebel through and through to his quivering, not-so- innocent core, he just can't help himself.

So, have fun. enjoy it... leave msg's... I do love hearing from you all.


Scott out.



CRIES OF THE CHRIST


lynched in red tape
trapped under heavy fire
in a muddy trench

my laugheter seems a long time ago
beard rapidly graying
spirit hardened by battle and visions
of wars to come

I limp into the fray bleeding from a thorny crown

dripping from the wounds of nails and a spear

the secret/secret blonde haired boy
44 years undercover
reavealed as the most
expected/unexpected
figure in human history

i want to answer the offered prays
retire into a circle of gratious friends
NOT MY FATE
I was born to fight the rebel's fight
Who gets what they want?
Who even really knows what it is?

Glimpses of future we must avoid
seem to run out everywhere before me

I AM PROGRAMMED TO WIN AT ANY COST
a relentless machine that will not stop
Armaggedon in the flesh

injustice will always rile me to lightening and fire
I DO NOT BACK DOWN

I regroup
assess strengths and weaknessess
and study the latest fires and floods


the wellspring of spirit feels
like it is going to explode out through my flesh

see my skin hardened by the inner heat
cracking and breaking off
as white light bursts from me

I AM AN EXPLODING STAR
listing the costume of cover
I have used all these embyrionic years
the lies of god and man have kept me hidden
from evem myself

Now I Know.
MY FATE IS WRITTEN IN THE HEAVENS!!!
Not in your mind/not in your bullets/not in your words.... only mine.