Posts Tagged ‘jesus’

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I believe that Jesus would have loved Monty Python’s ‘The Life of Brian’

I believe that Jesus was a refugee and that Jesus was a socialist,

I believe that the religious right is taking over churches all over the world,

I believe this is why millenials with brains are leaving in droves.

Franklin Graham was endorsed in my parent’s church with not a whisper of dissent,

A very liberal Muslim was made to feel uncomfortable by all the Zionist bullshit.

I know that eighty percent of Christians are conservatives and that most conservative theology is toxic

That doesn’t mean that there aren’t very honest and decent conservative Christians,

But they are in the minority.

I know that some progressive theology is also toxic

Sometimes identity politics can get a little out of hand.

But progressives are closer to the message of Jesus.

I believe that Scott Morrison has the spirit of the antichrist,

As does Donald Trump,

As does Franklin Graham,

As does Margaret Court.

The prosperity doctrine embodies the spirit of the Antichrist.

I believe you can be a Christian Buddhist or a Christian Muslim

I believe that Jesus was a Zen Buddhist- just check out the Gospel of Thomas.

Buddhism and Christianity have a hell a lot in common

And the doctrine of the Boddhisatva was probably borrowed into Buddhism from Christianity!

I believe that religion is like a mountain with many paths to the top.

Sincere persons of faith will probably find Jesus or Yahweh or Allah or Krishna or Freya or Hecate or Buddha or Brahma at the top

As they are all exactly the same deity

But probably not L Ron Hubbard as scientology is a total scam.

I believe that mystics in all religions have more in common with each other than dogmatists, fundamentalists and other religious fascists in their own faiths.

Noam Chomsky says that the greatest threat to world peace comes from white republican evangelicals in the USA

And he’s a pretty clever piggelie,

The Einstein of linguistics.

I believe I can give up on evangelism with its colonialist roots and just let the Holy Spirit talk to the heart of the believer.

I believe that real faith questions authority and doesn’t accept prefabricated ‘Jesus is my boyfriend’ answers.

I believe that interfaith dialogue and open set religion is the only possible way forward.

I believe that I can give up on Christianity and Christendom

With its homophobia, transphobia, sexism, paedophilia and

violent crusader history.

But not on Jesus.

 

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Jesus,

Send me through the center of your heart

Jesus,

Tear my corpulence apart.

Jesus,

Bless my suicidal thoughts with tenderness

Jesus,

Wait with me while I’m in a mess

Jesus,

Do you forgive pedos?

Jesus,

Do you forgive me?

Jesus,

Do you forgive everyone?

No matter what they’ve done

Jesus,

What’s it like to be you

Why can’t I be like you?

Jesus,

I’m walking with you

Even if you don’t exist

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Will what makes a man of me

Unmake you as a woman?

An embrace or a head-fuck

The undergirding certainties are crackling like leaves in flame

All so precarious

All so deficient

I’m afraid reality will fall apart

All dreams and schemes collapse to dust

If Trump bombs North Korea

And the whole shit-storm accelerates into apocalypse

And a nuclear missile hits Garden Island

 

Will what makes a man of me

Make me cruel and unforgiving

Is forgiveness weakness?

Is gentle Jesus too meek and mild?

To inspire a man to be a man

When the world is full of baby munching super predatory shark monsters

Victimizing and ripping off all the people who can’t stand up for themselves

It’s scary for gentle people

It’s scary for all people

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Obsidian walls closing together
Green breath and racing heart beat
Dead density of stale air
Spectral presences watching, watching
Down in the soul infected with fear
Obsidian walls closing together
Who am I?, the victim wonders
What is my measure as a man?
Who have I loved and who loved me?
Did I change anything in this supersized madhouse of a world
Soon I will be a vile pile of meat paste in the grinder of evil
Then to dust and the worm
What was it all for?
Will I be greeted by Jesus or a blank sleeping nothing?
Deep in the earth or way up in the sky?
Or will I fry?
Obsidian walls closing together
No way out
He surrenders and is crushed and cut to pieces
As the brittle black obsidian walls crack together

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Rapacious corrupting cancer of the throat
Metastasized and devouring the poor bloke in at least ten different body parts
He shrinks into a corpse-like shell on an old chair- waiting for death
At three in the afternoon he arises from his dead-weight slumber and says
‘It’s time’
When he stops breathing, the whole room is suffused with light
Pale blue refracted through infinite white light purer than sunlight
Soaring angel music constructs crystalline castles of cold beauty
Music beautiful beyond words
His soul leaves his body, enters the arms of cerrubim
And begins ascension to Jesus
As angels fall and rise down a heavenly staircase singing Hallujah
He says good-bye to this world of tears and suffering

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‘Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster… for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you.’ Friedrich Nietzsche

Lightning crack on a white wall
Devious discontinuity ruining the decor
Rictus fractal fracture in world
Breaks across my hungry eyes in a wave
Opens onto infinite darkness
Beyond the abyss there might be
Beyond the abyss there might be
Beyond the abyss there might be light

Stare into the sockets of the skull of the Angel of Death
Which open into an ultimate void of nothingness
Stench of decay
Breath of corruption
Flesh rotted beyond comprehension
Endowed with cadaver charisma
It always has to be this way
Scraps of black cloth cloak a blackened skeleton’
Perforated shroud
Crackle of bone on bone
A voice spun from winter wind issues from the skull
‘I have come for you’
A call from an Abaddon of emptiness
Reverberates in my guts
A skeletal finger points into my eye, penetrating my soul
I laugh hysterically
I laugh histrionically
I laugh my ass off
I say ‘I want the good shit,
The shit you keep for Boddhisatvas,
The shit you keep for Jesus,
Life beyond death’
Then I spit in his face
And laugh again

Suburbia

Posted: December 12, 2014 in poetry
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Down the identikit suburban streets, looking in the gardens for thistles for my piggies
Bitumen road sliding out into the horizon
How many families in interchangeable brick boxes
Putting food on the table
Paying the bills
Uttering clichés to try to fill the time
Human tape-recorders spewing mundanities
Hypnotised and cauterized by mobile phones and television
Conforming, conforming, conforming
Caring for sticky faced children
Outcome of man and woman enveloping each other for a sweaty moment
Consuming, procreating and dying more every second
Just like the people in the next house
And the house after that
And I should really love all these people
Like Jesus
But it’s not easy

I walk alone
Smoking white ox
Stoned but not stoned enough
Eyeing women who pass me by
With shameful furtive glances
Ocular photographs shuffled off to the wank bank
Never look for long
That’s the secret
Am I sexist?
Am I a sex criminal?
Am I the patriarchy?
I ache for a good woman like a junkie for a shot

This is what Burroughs called the old talking asshole routine
I am the talking asshole

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To worship in spirit and truth is to live through love with every person and reverence every intricate creation
Searching for the kingdom under granite rocks and down forgotten easements
I find cryptic hints everywhere I look
Especially out in the bush, deciphering eucalyptus trees as a messages from the most high
But it’s hard to pin down
Just beyond reach
Hard to get it to crystallize in the mundane sun
Hard to find eyes to see and ears to hear
Hard to bludgeon down suburban sentiments
Hard to forgive when enveloped in hate
To hear the subtle voice of God whispering through my skull
And do a joy-struck dance before the Lord of all

Psalm

Posted: March 16, 2014 in poetry
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Lord Jesus this is a messed up world,
We need you more than ever.
Greed-heads run rampant, stomping their victims into poverty in designer boots,
And everyone wants more consumer garbage- it’s all Mammon to you and me.

Send your spirit now to soak and chill the world:
Help us feed the poor and break the chains of the oppressed
And let the gays and lesbians run free.
Let the meek and humble inherit your whole blossoming earth,
Made fruitful by the abandonment of sin.
Help me to bring your kingdom in by loving you and all people,
And declare a year of the Lord’s favour,
When all debts are forgiven and all slaves are freed.