angels terrify

Christ is horrifying

No matter how desperate things got
The Dye pack explodes
The Lover leaves and
finds someone else
forgets everything except your faults
The food you eat every day is declared unhealthy
The medication you are on
has more side effects than you knew could fit in a pill
The Happy endings all come with macabre twists
Without the first husbands death the second never would have come

I want to
Force you to sit in a lotus
for a few years

eat out of dumpsters

i came to pounding a proclamation of SACRED HATE on the temple door

I should have calmly

gathered my buds

and then

FIRMLY

sued for peace

fame is no cloak against the hard rains of idiocy

no godlike wreath or a chit to bargain with death

just an empty soap box

and a nice place to rest

A POEM FOR GENERAL MATTHEW 'BUNKER' RIDGWAY.. a Great Field General (out there with a gun, not hold up with Mccarthy far from any actual bullets--- which led to a lot of people saying Mccarthy was blood thirsty). General Ridgway was too good for the Army he was serving in by then, and was eventually pushed out, after running the Korean War, all UN forces and being dearly loved by his troops... ALL BECAUSE the politicians said invade Vietnam and he protested.... said, that will require too much blood, twenty years of fighting... don't do it...He knew Ho Chi Min originally wanted our help to become a Democracy and Ridgway thought we were idiots for ignoring them. Of Course, he was Right...

"Every soldier learns in time that war is a lonely business. All your study, all your training, all your drill anticipates the moment when abruptly the responsibility rests solely on you to decide whether to stand or pull back, or to order an attack that will expose thousands of men to sudden death."  Matthew Ridgway







 the WAR WIZENED general


tells his astounded officers
we keep no secrets
not even from the weakest of our enemies
we will need them in the end
to lead us  out of this forest of lies

"A JUST CRITIC DARES NOT TAKE THE SUBSEQUENT COURSE OF EVENTS AS SEEN IN RETROSPECT FOR THE MEASURE OF HIS JUDGMENT, BUT, INSTEAD, MUST ASK HIMSELF WHAT THE LEADERS OF THESE EVENTS COULD HAVE KNOWN AT THE TIME OF THE OCCURRENCES.

A DETAILED ACCOUNT OF THE GOVERNING CIRCUMSTANCES ALMOST ALWAYS REVEALS THAT MEASURES WHICH MUST APPEAR REPREHENSIBLE TO AN UNBIASED CRITIC WERE NEVER AS FAULTY AS THEY SEEMED AT FIRST SIGHT."
MOLTKE, WAR INSTRUCTIONS, GREAT GENERAL STAFF

starts in america

goes to the soviet union
china

wherever the hell there is PAIN 


we are coming for you


the eagle is aloft

the sickle soars

bruce lee has been ressurected and he is pissed

i was afraid and thought i was alone

we were there all the time


waiting waiting waiting waiting waiting

for the order
to

come

down


we are stronger
with each awakening

the i will emerge as a creature
of us all

this bible.


we
are

coming

with food and shelter and spells of great power
we will lay them at your feet.

THEY FUCKING GREAT THEY...

lied and connived and bribed
STABBED My brain
WITH
juST SAY NO LIES

while they funded their wars with coke and h


Nancy and Ron drove me from my parents
and made the hippies history before I came up
AND THEN THEY BLAMED ME?>???

I WILL NOT TAKE THAT SHIT NO MORE.


THEY GREAT THEY
left me alone and scarred
forgotten in the cruel confines
of
a CHRONICALLY
Uderfunded
welfare ward
despite the stench of the demonic
little lights still shine there
maybe that's why
some say
the miracles
never stopped



too weak to crawl home
I just laid there in the antiseptic whiteness
year after year
reading the writing on the walls
the books, hearts, prayers, songs, televisions
nothing to do but be a brain
trying to escape from the crippling pain.


Sounds more pathetic than it was.
Most of the time,
I was thinking about other shit besides my health.

A lot of hands held me as I relearned the walk; the kindest folk work in these fields, and they are paid the least??? The world is backwards... the truth the opposite. This is why I seldom believe in common sense. I think that gut reactions cannot be taken seriously most of the time -- better to calmly, cerebrially, walk to a position than to pretend there is some direct link between you and god that can be conjoured whenever you want the wind to quit messing up your hairdo.
Down that road is the david koresh, hitler, and a lot of good men too....


they bust the kids for painting their names
and thoughts


where should they go
these artists with spray cans???

Give them your walls!!!
Make the mundane shine!!!
Think the murals of San Francisco
the head of Dennis Rodman
a hundred feet high
with neon hair
stopping rush hour dead!!!

Let them illuminate this absurdity
this history
this essay
this toddlertext
this tower of babel reaching up into the universe*

you send warriors

wherever the fires are rampant

wherever blood spills unchallanged

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Skits For Radio Show

I am blocking out the first few shows.  Here are some of the segments.   By the way....  if you plan on stealing any of my ideas, know, I will do things to you with a knife that will make you beg me to kill your wife and kids instead.  Never fuck with a military intelligence major.  We have friends and can get away with shit that would shatter your little world like a mirror.





1) MOONBONG HAZE:   His Ger-Bong Bong Cleaning and High Impact Constipation business will be much hyped on the show.  Like a commercial.   He will also implore various celebrities to let his gerbils go, the ones who have kept them in their but too long (they do have air tanks).


2)  CHESTER BALLS ON U
will give his take on the sports, where he describes the cheerleaders, and forgets even what sport is being played, which he knows nothing about anyways.  He always digresses into his latest veneral disease count and begs for a woman to swap diseases with.

3)JESUS BITCHES AT CHRISTIANS:  this will be Jesus being pissed at all the stupid preachers out there.  This will be comedic, but real.   I will read poems from Waking Up Jesus here that are fairly serious.

4)  Cult of The Week.  I will explore unknown cults, the dynamics of cults, how to spot them, etc...

      4.B  will be Scamatomologist watch, which is be specifically on cruise and other celebrities, and i will          expose them for the slavers they are.

5)  Shove:   This segment will feature various protests that have taken place that week, and why.  they barely get any coverage....  I will also be announcing the next weeks protests in Chicago.

6)  Comedy Stories.   I have hundreds of stories, in various characters, that I will read.

7)  The poetry will veer back and forth from Waking Up Jesus to the revolutionary poetry of the elves attic.

8)  Burning Bush:   This segment will stay on top of the issues concerning Bush, from the death of the guy who rigged Ohio's election, to other verifiable data.  No conspiracy stuff here.

9)  Military Watch:  This will focus on what is happening with the war, how i feel about it, and how my guests feel.

10)   Sex tip of the week.  I will ask all of my guests to give one tip to my listeners for a sexual thrill.

11)  Bong and Pipe reviews, as well as news on legalization issues surrounding pot.

12)  SLAVERY NOW:   This segment will focus on how there is more slavery now than ever before.  Moon Bong Will Endup with a bunch a slaves or something funny...

13)  Music.  Since Jimmy Peace has a hit song, I will be playing a lot of his band, and Richie Ornelas from California is contributing.   Any independent band that wants a shot at getting on the show should just send me some music, or point me in the right direction.

14)  Guest Interviews:   These interviews will be different than most.  I will actually give the questions, ahead of time, to the interviewee so they can formulate interesting responses, and I can think of some funny shit about the questions.  I find that this helps get the best anecdotes out of people, does not put them on the spot, and avoids topics they want avoided.   Kindness is going to be the key word to how I treat people.  I only want to talk to cool people.

15)  Johnny Pain will have his serial killer report for the week, talking about his neo con slaughters and accidently killing his girls family, the problems raising a hamster army, etc...

I am presently looking for people to play a couple roles.  I need an african american to play General Gangsta X, who will talk about black power issues on the show, and get involved with Johnny Pain in killing klansmen and shit.

Another need are females who will play celebrity characters. I can swing both ways, voice wise... I mean, not that I don't... never mind.

The Issues that I consider most important on the show are liberal, almost socialistic politics (though I have a right winger buddy who is going to come on for very civil discussions so we show those fucking politicians how to be bipartisan).   I want to report on how the internet is shaping a one world culture, censorship issues, the patriot act, black power, immigrant rights, native americans, etc.....   UNCLES SAMS LATEST BITCH will be the segment on minorities getting kicked in the teeth,

17)  IN THE ARMY:   This will be a segment for my fans in the military.   They really made me proud to know they were over there laughing at this shit in the middle of hell.  I made it that day.  A best seller or whatever is just gravy after that memory.   Anyways, I will read about bad veterens hospitals, ill treatment by the government, etc...  I will also read the names of the dead.

That is a lot, you would think.... but when you figure that I am going to be doing four hours a week.  At first, there will be a lot of me reading essay's I am writing on politics, with a lot of humor....  and the above stuff, which I hope to record most of it before the show...  I want some improv, but I do not want to rely on it all the time.

18)  Commie Bastard:   this segment will have an intellectual I know explaining communist ideas in his own rough, violent, funny way... and reading his demented poetry.

19)  Philosopher of the week.  Might as well use that major for something.  I want to spend five minutes giving overviews of various philosophers who you think you know,but don't .... expecially Neisch (spelling)  who gets such a bad rap.

20)   THE RELIGIOUS PSYCHO KILLERS SHIT LIST...  by Johnny Pain:   This segment will encourage nuts who are just going to go on a killing spree anyways, to kill some people who it matters....  I joke that this will give their parents one damn thing to be proud of after their shitty life....

21)  Golden Shiv Award:   This is offered to whoever kills the child molestor or rapist that I point out who has just gone to prison.  Comes with three months of quality bitching, a free pass with all gangs.

I could write out ideas all night.   Remember .... all of these ideas are protected by law, and if I see them show up anyplace, I will do things to you that will make you beg me to kill your wife and kids instead.

Another silly film about visiting the Bean. I am playing with words over image. Fun feature.

edited version... with jokes... of visiting the bea.


Hey, don't expect Ed Wood or anything, alright?

YouTube - Infomercial king Kevin Trudeau former Illuminati member?

YouTube
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Strange Trues............rewrite.

run around in circles screaming out obscenities

why the hell not

decorum

 i suppose

you can drink that away

dance everywhere

you would have walked

if you're wasted enough

or want to be watched enough

liked enough

loved for the sake of love itself

too wasted to care about a straight guys sneer

strange trues litter the landscape of lies

bits of something half-hidden

under scraps of old newspapers and discarded boxes

WE SPEND OUR LIVES BETWEEN DESTINATIONS

passing through cars

ambulances

 buses and trains

from one end of a life to another

start out being carried

end up

irritated by the weight of the baggage

travelers of necessity with nowhere to go

hamsters all

we

hail

the wheel

once in awhile

you get what you deserve

a raise or a jail cell

worth becomes tangible

the politics of the moment

ends up holding the only import

 in the entire damn universe

the struggles between our personal lives

and our government has never been more raw

always gonna be David and Goliath

just ain't always gonna end in That Old Fashioned Bible Justice

in this country where we tell ourselves the citizens rule

through the voting booths

a rigged game

where New York sells out to a billionaire

who considers the 150 mill he spent to win chump change

and all them voters

chumps

Daley keeps Chicago in control with a mafioso hearted tribe of precinct workers

highly paid alderman whipped into control by a machine that can make or break

The perennial candidates

set up kissing booths
to earn the money to buy buttons/tv ads/lawn signs/private jets, etc...

the lobbyists line up around the block

expecting tongue

no matter what the hell they had for lunch

maybe not your pet politician

 maybe not

maybe not            you

maybe

not

maybe

happens if you vote that hopeful vote

gotta be careful who you please with this life

and reckless about who you piss off

Today the politicians are debating a watered down environmental bill

that will have little

to no

impact on the evolution of our atmosphere into corrosive acids

pleasing to the economy and  a big fuck you to the future

sacrifice the future on a fiscal altar

cling to that lifestyle

cling to that idea that anyone
who wants to can make it in the states

cling to that idea that the corrupt politicians
really have good intentions

cling to the idea that the corporations
are not raping the world around us

cling to the idea that the population explosion
will not wipe away life as we know it

cling to the idea that the silence of the earth
 is her last word on the way we have treated her

cling to the belief that justice ain't never gonna come knockin'

try to hold on to ancient beliefs

 that those same writers

would not hold today

the best minds of their times
 took into account new science with a hunger

The Christians superstitiously run from

20/20 hindsight is going to give us
the truth of what we have done

We will respond
way too late

25 years down the road

some will admit they were wrong

or their grandfathers were wrong or the times were wrong or....
the only thing we will not be lacking is excuses

the final reckoning should be hyperbole for fiction writers

not the prevailing goddamn scientific thought

let whatever the hell acre of earth your soul erupted on

decide what you are going to think

fit in, man, fit in

read self help books

to create a game that can get you up in the morning

produce pleasing emotional states

with prayer and song

sink into the zen of the moment

until the sun sets one last time

and those horizons just go away forever

MoonBong Haze With A Message For Celebrity Stoners Who Adopt Third World Children

MoonBong Haze With A Message For Celebrity Stoners Who Adopt Third World Children

Dudes and Dudettes and all species of the planet (except Wombats),

I have like a problem.  I erased this but it was automatically saved.  I kept spelling problem wrong and this thing fixed it.  I think this computer is alive.  So are most pencils.

Scott says that the computer  is not alive and I should put my shotgun away.  Fine. Fine.  I mean, I can see it moving and shit, but with this .... uh, stuff.... that I'm on a  lot of stuff does, right?  I have to do what he wants because this is his blog, but I am keeping my eye on you!

I just wanted to write that from now on, like, my celebrity friends who come over to smoke my weed, can no longer like leave their kids around for me to babysit and then never come back and pick them up.  I know, like, I am a mellow dude and accept a lot from you people, because you use my Ger Bong Bong Cleaning Service And High Impact Constipation Specialists (where we use only organic gerbils) on the sets and stuff, and probably will pay me,  like you guys claim....  I mean, I ignored the gerbils who you claimed disappeared that later showed up back here smelling like YOUR shit, their little air-tanks and their training in underwater resin removal the only reasons they have lived through another anal odyssey...  but this thing with the kids has gone too far...   one time I had like thirty of these kids here.  I know, like, it is good for your career and all.   You have to adopt kids, now...  all the good pr people say so, blah, blah, blah....I mean, you got to do what you got to ....  but, well, what keeps happening, man, is that I start to give the kids a bath, then I get stoned and forget about them and they, like, drown, man.

One or two would be fine, that shit happens to everybody, but this is like a hundred,  or something?

If these were not children of color, this would be, like, a big story in the news.   I might even get in trouble. Not to mention,  I love these kids, too...  man... and it hurts.   So even though  all of you know this has been happening, when I bring it up you are all, like,  'Don't talk around me anymore."  And I know, like you guys are always telling me, you don't care about issues that are not be in the gossip columns, or the Hollywood Reporter, it is still freaking me out.   By the way, glitter-dudes, I did call a couple gossip columnists thinking maybe if like people were aware of this, they might, like, shame you people...  but then the gossip columnists just started dropping their unwanted adopted kids off over here.

And I'm serious man.  If I have to fish any more toddlers out of my  bathtub, I am going to... well, I already barfed.  A lot.  I will again, though... and other stuff.  Bad stuff.  Not that you guys are worried about me
Johnny Pain is like different, though, you know, commas, are, cool...  sorry.  Scott is looking over my shoulder helping me finish this after it took me almost nine hours to get this right.

Anyways, if you leave any more kids here,  Johnny Pain says he is going to do what he calls some  Very, Very Bad Butt stuff.  I'm, like, pretty sure that involves a lot of explosives but I would never say it has happened before because there is no statues of limitations on murder, as Johnny Pain is always reminding me when I get to talking to people (he has a chip my head to track me because of the deliveries I make for him, sometimes, or go out to get him some more whores and stuff... not drugs, just stuff.  He hates when I talk about him selling drugs.   He can hear me through the thing, and give me these damn shocks...He would be shocking me right now if I wasn't wearing an aluminum foil hat that Scott made for me because he is sick of calling ambulances when this thing causes one of the seizures I keep getting for some reason?  Scott doesn't think I should write this but it is probably good advertising, right?   Scott says Johnny will cut off another one of my fingers, but man...  I made those words.  They are part of me.  Like I gave birth to them.  I've seen too many dead babies to kill anymore.  After an hour of sobbing and shit Scott said they were my fingers so I can finally finish this.

So, like, if you can't take care of these kids, you know... give them to an adoption agency or something.  Don't just sell them to those guys at the Bus Station like your agents had you doing before old Moonbong was the last person to fall for that  old  line "Will you just babysit for a couple days while I go on a coke binge?  Just got out of treatment, you know?"   And I understood, didn't I, when no one else would.   Oh, well.   I should have known.  Johnny Pain told me (he wrote it down so I would not say he said something stupid) some stuff he wanted me to put in here.  Since my shed is on his property and he is sick of the kids.  He said at first all I had to write was this stuff he pinned on my coat for Scott to find.

Johnny Pain:  "Celebrity stoners are all primadonnas and shit.  If it wasn't for the passed out groupies, they'd throw one of their damn hissy fits and I'd just shoot 'em."

Then he told me I better write too that he doesn't  don't mean Shaun Penn.  He actually cut it into my arm with his fucking knife.   Because he didn't want to waste time adding to the note -- and it is true, man, he can carve words in your arm faster than people can write, period.  He has these contests sometimes...  Anyways, after Scott washed off the blood we could see it says,  "Remember Idiot, Write that Shaun Penn is cool, you moron."    Scott thought he was being wordy for a message meant to basically torture me into remembering to write something.   I guess the truth is, not only can he carve faster than he can write,  Johnny knows I will forget, duh, so he relies on people seeing that I am bleeding and asking for a look.   Usually I forget what has happened to my arm or that it says something.   I mean, there have got to be better ways, but like he said, 'Think of one?'    And man, you know...  I can't.  Now that I think about it, there is a list of other names he says are cool on my ass.   Great.  Scott won't let me take my pants off around him and examine my ass.  What kind of madhouse is this place, man?    Still, man, that Pain is really hard to work for, and if I had any place to sleep other than his storage shed....  hint, hint, hint...  yea, like the flyers I handed out about my woes and the money I needed didn't just get you all laughing at me.  Had to make utube movies and Johnny had to have a party and show them on the big screen multiplex in that underground complex he has that... oh, yea... he doesn't have that...  whatever.   Wait... what is this on the screen,  this isn't porn?   Why are hands all the way up on the keyboard... pants zipped up.  Hey, this isn't even the public library where I got to surf boobs...  Oh, yea... the letter.  Thanks Scott, dude.

I am still watching you computer.

So from now on, if you bring your kids over, you will be handcuffed to  them until you leave.  Period.  So no just running out while I am distracted..  Well, and bring your own handcuffs, too, because Johnny Pain, who has thousands of pairs, won't let me use any.  And it is true, sometimes he does get involved in sexual situations where he uses all of them, so what can I do?  Oh, yea, and remind me about this when you come over, alright, because I might forget and them Johnny will blame you, like he did Falwell when that guy left the compound with a couple whores after he didn't believe that Johnny needed all 59 for what he planned to do that night...  he died of a mysterious heart attack the next day, and while everybody just figured God was finally getting around to smiting the dude, Johnny says... wait, never mind... Scott says I can't write that shit or he is going to make me leave his apartment (he even has HEAT, man, so this is my gig until he throws me out... oh, now that I wrote that he is throwing me out).  Fine.  Fine.
Moon Bong Haze

Sincerely

P.S What the hell am I writing a letter about?   I wrote this and then Scott told me that you can't talk back to this letter.  I don't understand the computer at all.  Party on.  Just don't leave your dead, od'd buddies at my parties, please.  Another of Johnny Pain's rules that I keep telling you about and you ignore.... and I know, I know, it is like Johnny Pain all of a sudden forgot how to party, man, but it happens...  he says even he can get sick of cutting up corpses and feeding them to his sharks some days.  I never seen it, but I'm taken his word for it.  Okay, I gotta go cause Scott is getting out his cattle prod.

TRAPPED

This is another poem I am WORKING ON for waking up jesus. 

They great they have covered my words

with a blanket of silence

or so

they have convinced me

hints of other come

never know if they are trying to play me

or someone offering their hand has managed to reach me

some days my stance seems absurd

despite all the evidence

the normalcy of the day to day mocks the drama

playing just under the words

I feel the aches in my body

get reamed by the usual runs of bad luck

life still a messy construct on the edge of a cliff

poor

seem to be

obscure

a name stamped NATIONAL SECURITY SECRET

long before I knew

are THEY winning I wonder?

Did I come to the aide of some cabal

that has taken over our country?

Was I programmed?

They show me connections built up all over the world

during the brief months they were feeding me intelligence

I can imagine the power of an Army lead by what is believed to be a God

Have seen the tactic used in war since the dawn of time

Does the entire world see me as a loser?

Did they think I would start a revolution

and then leave them hanging?

I WILL TELL YOU AND WARN YOU NOW

You have mistaken my mercy as weakness

The Meek Inherit The Earth

Even if I have to organize them into an army

I backed off to save lives

My intent is to harm no flesh

may well be God's plan, too

His wrath is greater than my mercy

I pray for the power to do God's will

stumble on assuming I am

I have come to love this earth

to be the agent of death for all of this...

I cannot be blamed for what God made me

to hate myself is to hate God The Father

as much as it is to hate another

I know that there is an underground that relishes my words

takes them for the Gospels that they are

another in the library of bibles slowly crawling out of my psych

words hidden from me

until the appointed time

buried in what I thought was a normal life

best repent of your ways, man...

I do not mean go become straight or stop smoking weed

 or ...

any of the petty shit that matter not to God

I mean the murder of mind and body

that happens when you give false witness about GOD

God does not reward the just on earth

he is a great lover of the soul

see's the flesh like the coccoon we will fly off from

we are living a struggle

to emerge from this flesh intact

free of regrets

with no need to suffer through another life

to create the being that will be pleasing in God's eyes

How much better to live again

then be sent to a hell...

another life

another chance

hitler as a young girl who abhors the nazi's

would you kill her for what happened to her soul last time around?

Would a Just God punish her?

I have the image of God in my mind

a vision that I fall down on my knees before

and scream that I want to change this plan

stop the prophesies of the BURNING

he says his one word LOVE

I think of how fires in nature clear the dead branches away for new spouts

wonder if mankind will be taken from this planet

replaced as slow as evolution

by another being that will one day too look to the stars and call for God's Savior?

they great they speak smooth words to you

fear to tell you the darker truths

 newscastes are just sound bites and cia approved stories

I fear no one

They know this about me

apreciate my valor, my bravery, my committment to cleansing the US of evil forces

the satanists I read about everywhere

give me the closest thing to fear that I know

I have always felt like there was no need to mess around with magick

if it existed than it was better I stay away from it

and this is confirmed in a deeper part of my heart that I must trust

the realm of savage grace itself trembles

at the thought of people following satanists

they can say what they want about why they do this

even say the do not believe in satan

the satanists who pray to satan do not bother me

he is dead

They will find this out soon enough

I do not know if people could contact Satan

In this flesh I find my supersticion rises when I think of casting a spell

I use the metaphor in my work...

I have been accused of Sorcery because of my metaphors:

Let me make this clear:

I have never attempted any magic

when I hear that l ron hubbard was a satanist

indeed claimed to be satan to his son

I am worried even more about that cult

they threw out the idea of free will

-- something God would never do

I read things like the free masons are satanic

or at least anti-religion

that they believe all men are equal to Jesus

They came to me

and I gave them my blessing

I did not know this fact about them then....

or I would have probably gotten pissed

at that point

Now I wish them goodwill as far as I know

ignoramus that I remain on so many of the ways of man

the gnostic bibles say I preached all men could become like me

I doubt this from what I have seen of humans

though in God's infinity who knows?

no matter where you started

your destination is all I care about

IS there a satanic element out there

so entrenched that they can keep the Christ trapped from the view?

Are they trying to protect me

doing my will best they can?

I AM NOT HERE FOR MY OWN BENEFIT

I tell myself this in the bad times

the days when it seems like I am nothing except a blob of flesh

that makes up words all day

transcribes an inner voice that he is surprised to have

I cruise the net looking for evidence of the movement

see little bits and pieces here and there

wonder if they are connected by coincidence of motive... there is no telling

at this point I have lost faith in this world again

it is almost like there are forces that want me to get so disgusted

that I attack them

they know the collaterol damage involved in this action...

i SEE the burned out blackness

of my path to Washington

a slash and burn across illinois, indiana... all the way to the east coast

millions die

just gone

The Eastern United States tries to flee my wrath

Christians to protect my path...

I come to an abondened Washington

where I demand to speak to all the leaders of the world

an old fantasy of mine

that came true when they were bugging me

and projecting me into your television sets

This time I tell them that they will now

have to contend with a new power on this planet

a supernatural being who is for

 liberty, justice, and free will

and will have them

The most savage creature in your garden

 is capable of the greatest grace

another in the endless irony of god

He made the reaper your redeemer

Called me from beyond

gave me visions

endless streams of lighting and fire flowing from my body

I try to make sure that my powers are kept in check

the storm summoning rages sublimated into poetry

I will do what He wants

When The Time Comes

In the meantime I will 'rail against the night.'

I will not become an environmental psycho killer

will keep my optimism that we can survive

until the four horseman ride into my living room

Could I write a happy ending

and expect God to change his plans

no

what will happen

has already happened

in the eyes of God

We are here

yesterday

a thousand years agao

souls learning the lessons of this planet

before we head out into the stars

I wonder often where mankind's soul came from?

I thought that we were immortal

always here

that you became trapped in this flesh

and only I could get most of you out of the human feed back loop of life

perhaps the only way to do this is lay waste to mankind?

Seems more sensible that souls developed with consciousness

combined with my gift of the Holy Ghost

I am the father of all thinking life on this planet

an agent of evolution

a timeless creature who thinks in millions of years

slowly preparing your souls for the trip to heaven

Questions... the questions that He on high refuses to answer

sometimes I think my head would explode if he even tried to explain

the heavenly visions to my flesh

I suffer the questions I have for God and Man

like an obsession with something that sickens me

I AM

is all I know for sure

I have forgotten nothing that happened

though it has so little to do with my personal life

that it may as well not have happened

the time came for me announce myself

I should have expected a time of trials

I had myself convinced I would be welcomed

the very idea of my return should have filled you all with joy and dread

nothing will ever be the same. period.

the supernatural has come to life in Chicago

your greatest have bowed before the humble rocker

who wanted only to help the world

I always felt like a monk

devoted to my writing

stealing away from people to practice my craft

now the stories and tales and truths refuse to leave my mind

crowd out the day to day

keep me far away from the dirty dishes in the sink

the chagrin of my girlfreind over my lack of cleanliness

remember when I used to have my own place

cleaning up every day

making everything perfect

she has too many boxes stacked everywhere in this tiny apartment

to even decorate

we tell ourselves this is temporary

that the future will be a bit brighter

like everyone does

I keep remembering the money

they never offered me a dime

people think they did

no

I stopped that before it could come to fruition

I did not do what I did for pay

I did it for art and God

my message is more important than my pocket book

not that I wouldn't mind a larger one...

the poorer you are

the easier you are to control

push around

keep isolated

i can't leave town because I am too broke

I was told they would arrest me if I tried

that was last year

who knows now?

The security issues involved in my travel

make them want me here

I see them out there whenever I walk the dog

cops everywhere

at least three a walk

I apreciate their presence

speaks of dangers that they keep me ignorant of

The last few days I have been lethargic

sitting in front of the computer reading

or laying in my bed thinking

trying to run from the feelings of despair

Oh, God, Forgive them...

they know not what they do...

Another Poem From Waking Up Jesus, that I edited and reworked...