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Three Eleven

By Jesus | July 13, 2010 at 04:58 PM EDT | No Comments

I wrote this on March 11, 2008

What does Three Eleven mean to you?

Does it make you think about the group 3-1-1?

And Amber is the color of your energy?

We know who that is, now.

The Cat People! And Nicole specifically.

Very Sexy people, indeed.

But the Lusty Ones, the home-wreckers

are what is destroying this planet.

Is that too difficult to understand?

Sexual proficiency is not a virtue

no matter how good it makes you feel.

They cannot be trusted for very long.

Nicole has been my curse for about 30 years.

Does that amuse you?

It should not.

Spare her for being female?

Because she has a good voice?

Please, do not be ridiculous.

That response flies in the face of logic and faithful devotion.

There are also 3 years, 1 month, and 11 days that

separate the births of me,

and my evil sister

and who knows how many other lunatics

who cannot be fixed or cured.

These people threaten us with their insanity.

I can avoid most of them

but she is sucking all that is left of what my Mother

helped my shape-shifting father build.

Does anyone else see the crime in that?

He does not.

Everyone else should.

The vision of the large chaotic light being extinguished.

You know, her and those like her

and the single light bulb above the other

peaceful orderly light bulbs

is being held in check because too many people think

they know better than I do what is right?

Oh, the pomposity of wickedness!

I only have utter contempt for people who want to use

First is Last and Last is First against me.

There is no substitute for justice and doing your part to fulfill the holy message our Creator deemed for me.

No matter how many people want to disbelieve.

Holding me back only hurts you and means you fall further behind me.

I have already seen the worlds beyond this one and with your help we can settle there peacefully.

There really is nothing to fear but fear itself.

Ask anyone who has met me recently.

I have the strength to ease your mind.

But subjecting me to further humiliation past the current hour is counter-productive.

I am sorry there were so many of you that did not believe.

The future generations will make it up to you.

Some people might think this is too soon.

While others hoped this day would come sooner.

And always people who have a reason not to do something.

Think about our ancestors that missed this time completely!

There is only timing.

Only I have really shown there is a power that can alter clockwork.

The One that created it and owns it.

11 years later

By Jesus | July 12, 2010 at 05:23 PM EDT | No Comments

First posted on March 8, 2008 for reading on MySpace

Dear Chris,

I think about you a lot these days.

And I think about your friends and family

and what happened to them.

I remember you calling me out on Venice Beach.

You cried. And you told me "We need you, man"

And I remember crying on my way back home.

It is eleven years after you were killed less than a mile from where I was.

I have done just about all I could.

There has been evidence of what I did all over the world.

But the world just doesn't want to give it up.

I think about,

Uhhhh, Cali ..... No Doubt.

and

Going back to Cali. I don't think so.

and

I'm going going back back to Cali Cali

We cannot even get that straight.

They just keep remixing it.

Did you know it would get so bad for me?

Did you know that my reward for saving the world

Would be increased suffering?

Did you know how much I would have to pay personally

For standing up for principles?

Did you know the girl was evil and would be the biggest embarrassment of my life?

You could have warned me, you know.

Is death the easy way out?

Why is it none of your hommies could make my life easier

And eliminate my sister?

Why did I have to explain to the guy that killed you, that it was wrong?

Is this making any sense?

You should see some of your old friends.

They look so cool.

But I am not so sure any of them are my friends.

Only a couple have the nerve to show their faces to me.

You should see Mary J.

She looks terrific and last year won three Grammys.

I saw her at LAX shortly afterward and amazingly no one seemed to know who she was.

It really blew my mind because it said a lot.

Diddy and Z need bodyguards, apparently.

And I wonder about that, too.

Somehow I am still alive.

After the visit from Muhammad

Commanding God's Finger In The Sky

Receiving Glowing Beads

and Genesis changing as I said it would

and a number of other miracles.

I got evicted.

Because people just do not know how to share with me.

I am somehow linked to inconceivable scandals

Not of my chosing.

Sometimes I am not sure God or the rest of the world has played me for a fool.

I know I will not be completely free until I die.

But I still have not given up.

But I fear for the rest of the world when I leave it.

It just might destroy itself anyway.

It gets really hard to distinguish the sinners from the saints.

And too many people want to worship girls.

They are just girls.

And none of them have accomplished anything close to what I have.

When is the world going to realize that?

And promote me to the position I deserve?

Jews are hoping for me, but not quite sure how to treat me.

Christians follow me around and stare.

And Muslims are also scrambling to figure it out.

Many think I am God, for all intents and purposes.

But they seem more content to worship little girls.

What is going on here?

So many people do not believe in God.

And yet there have been many more strange, mysterious and awesome things happening all over the world.

People keep telling me to do more and then do not like the outcome when I do what I say will and must be done.

Birds fly over my head so often now I have actually come to expect it.

When will the rest of the world wake up?

Benny Shanon: ON DRUGS

By Jesus | July 12, 2010 at 05:04 PM EDT | No Comments

Entered into my blogspace on May 5, 2008

Benny,

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?

This is why we have an Israel? So many people have suffered and died for you live in an Israel where you can say Moshe was on drugs?

Shut the hell up already!

Hashem gave us the living Torah! In case you missed it, because YOU were on drugs, it changed, exactly as I predicted it would. Putz! And so have the Prophets and Writings. The evil Benjaminite kings were removed! The Book of Daniel shortened. Are you gonna tell me this all happened because I was on drugs? Do you think living Torah is on drugs? Hashem is the Most High but that does not mean He is on drugs.

Perhaps Israelis are too forgiving. Perhaps you would like to come up something productive to do instead of attempting to figure out who might be on drugs. Perhaps you should be deported to a country less tolerant of someone publishing material that claims Moshe was on drugs. Really? This is what you do for a living?

I cannot believe my Mother risked her life so people like you can publish such nonsense. Perhaps you would like to attempt to receive words direct from Hashem with religious connotations about how He feels about you telling people Moshe was on drugs.

Thank God we do not have a Holy Tomb of Moshe because if we did, it would split open, he would rise up, kick the crap out of you, and show you who the waste-case is. Please make a life for yourself, while you still can.

If Shamai were alive today I believe he would tell you that YOU were on drugs and he did not believe in you.

Ok, good.

The Tragedy

By Jesus | June 30, 2010 at 01:13 PM EDT | No Comments

Posted on Feb. 28, 2008 on my SPACE

There once was a boy who knew the truth and he lived in a plastic bowl. He was able to assume different forms, see what others could not and absorb what others refused to accept. Soon after he was placed in the bowl, other people could see him. And soon after that, they began to see what he could see before even he could see it. He reminded them of someone else. These people asked him to interpret what he saw before he saw it. But he never found a way to turn rocks into bread.

People began to shoot at him for speaking the truth, and people from all over the world took their stab at him. He decided it was best not to defend himself. He hoped that other people would remember what he went through for them. He thought at some point there would be people to defend him. But people soon forgot about him after he healed them and asked him for money to give him what he needed to survive. People took credit for his ideas. They also stole his things. The girls who loved him ran away. His friends became his enemies and his enemies became his friends.

Everyone wanted to be like him. They began to think they could be him better than he could. They made enormous amounts of money pretending to be him. It went on and on for so long they began to think he was here to be abused and mocked. Fight all of their battles for them then forget about what happened after it was over. Cruel girls teased him and gave him orders. They did not bother to visit him but they missed him after he went away. They expected him to forgive them for tormenting him. There was evidence of his accomplishments all around them. And people became offended when he pointed out their hypocrisy. They demanded he work twice as hard as they did. He attracted a lot of evil people.

The boy became hungry and angry. He chased after his friends and enemies. And the people watched, laughed, and turned their backs on him again. He struck back at those who hurt him most. And those people were dumbfounded he ever got mad at all. Other people took a lot of pictures of him.

Then, one day, when he ran out of options, he went back to his original plan and consumed his family.

Nicole Jokes

By Jesus | June 29, 2010 at 03:47 PM EDT | No Comments

Originally displayed on MySpace Feb. 22, 2008

Q. What makes Nicole worse than Danielle Burgio?

A. She would steal a poem I wrote for Burgio.

Q. What makes Nicole worse than Kenji?

A. She is female.

Q. What makes Nicole worse than my ex-girlfriend?

A. She tried to kill my ex-girlfriend.

Q. What makes Nicole worse than Magdalene?

A. Nicole turned me down each time.

Q. What makes Nicole worse than my Dad?

A. My Dad gave me money.

Q. Why else is she worse than my Dad?

A. She is even more obsessed with stuffing her face.

Q. What makes Nicole worse than my sister?

A. My sister never ate my chicken without my permission.

Q. What makes Nicole worse than Heidi Fleiss?

A. She hasn't been exposed yet.

Q. What makes Nicole worse than my shrink?

A. She stalked me rather than make an appointment.

Q. What makes Nicole worse than Judas?

A. Judas was my friend.

Q. What makes Nicole the ultimate in greed?

A. She thinks she deserves glowing beads.

Q. What made Nicole so slow?

A. Too much time under the knife.

Q. What makes Nicole the most envious?

A. She wanted her boyfriend.

Q. What else makes Nicole the most envious?

A. She wanted to one-better Beyonce.

Give Me My Money and My Life Back

By Jesus | June 29, 2010 at 03:41 PM EDT | No Comments

First seen on myspace on Feb 7, 2008

Dear Baby Nicole,

Give Me My Money and My Life Back.

Can you at least do that?

Can you give me the money for the $3000 suit?

How about the overcharges on the Gold Cherokee?

How about the money I "donated" to the scam artists?

How about the damages for the loss of the Hot Rod?

How about the expenses associated with the loss of my apartment where I commanded God's Finger In The Sky, saw Muhammad, and received Glowing Beads?

How about for cutting my ties with and then having to mend them and then getting cut off by the evil, twisted clown I call my Dad?

How about for spending more time with my ex-girlfriend than I have?

How about for trying to steal my dog?

How about for doing everything wrong?

How about for refusing my help when it was your last chance?

How about for all the things I have done to save the world and not getting any of the credit for it?

Where is my Matrix money?

Where is my Crocs money?

Where is my money for setting out the blueprint for fusion?

Where is my credit for setting the course to IP V6?

Where is my credit for withstanding being shot point blank in the back and the ass by Kamil and thereby avoiding a world wide nuclear holocaust?

Where is my credit for telling the world I would share with them but not getting it in the first place?

When are people going to worship me the way they should instead of celebrities?

When will the masses bow down before me like they should instead of harassing me for MORE money?

The fiery sword has already come down on me enough times. Now hear this:

Two thirds will be removed and one third will remain.

The Cows on I-5 I drove by while I attended Cal and the Calf born this last year.

The raccoons.

The golden eagle.

The pillars of fire.

It is high time the world started hearing what I tell them and JUST DO IT!

FOR ALL MY FRIENDS and THE TWO THIEVES

By Jesus | June 25, 2010 at 05:05 PM EDT | No Comments

Posted on MySpace on December 3, 2007

Echoing in my mind

I get it! I understand!

But you DO NOT!

You want me to love you.

You want me to feel sorry for you.

But do you love me?

Do you feel sorry for me?

I am just a wallet to you.

A wallet I never had.

You would rather fool around than be alone with me.

What part of I do not want to be guilted

Do you not understand?

What part of I do not like to play Charades

Do you not understand?

What part of I do not submit TO ANYONE

Do you not understand?

What part of I do not like to be cornered

What part of I do not like to be manipulated

What part of I do not want to suffer anymore

Do you not understand?

What part of You Broke Me!

Do you not understand?

What part of help me.

Do you not understand?

What part of thou shalt not steal

Do you not understand?

What part of thou shalt not commit adultery

Do you not understand?

What part of I OWN YOU

Do you not understand?

What part of RESPECT

Do you not understand?

What part of Think Outside the Box

Do you not understand?

What part of I do not want to be "followed"

Do you not understand?

What part of I do not want my life to be a TV show (or movie or radio program)

Do you not understand?

What part of I AM A HUMAN BEING

Do you not understand?

What part of I am not interested in PAYING whores

Do you not understand?

What part of this is not a joke

Do you not understand?

What part of I want to get off the Merry Go Round

Do you not understand?

What part of YOUR JOB

Do you not understand?

You missed the boat

I think you understand that one, now.

No More Pain

Ask me to stab my friends in the back

And not give me anything in return

You can keep the prizes

You can keep the shame

BUH BYE.

Think

By Jesus | June 19, 2010 at 05:53 PM EDT | No Comments

Posted on September 29, 2007 on MySpace

Does anybody care?

Actions will always speak louder than words

Finger In The Sky

Outside The Box

But people in the vicinity

Continue to turn their backs

Meeting with Muhammed

But no one really cares

Go on a suicide mission

Again and again

But we cannot bear to hear the truth

Please, go back inside, puppet boy

A salute outside of San Diego

Followed by a lame Charade

And no one comes to help me

And no one wants me to explain the signs in the sky

Until it is too late

Technical Difficulties

And so much bad acting

An island dream

Is not ready yet

Build a new bridge

And then miscalculate the approach

The world is full of fools

Make it a joke

So we can steal your material

You are all hypocrites

Is there anybody out there?

Does anybody care?

Seperated ribs and cartilage

And here's the bill

after my ATM card is stolen

Suck up some lyme disease

And save myself

Tend to your own wounds, this time

All of you point your fingers at some one else

Just Do It?

No, You Do It

The lesson of June 17th

And no one understands

And no one calls to ask me how I feel about it

The birds are nice

But give us glowing beads

Go get some help, buddy

Get yourself a job

With lunacy frolicking behind my back

Stronger, stronger

I am your friend?

But you are not mine

So I shrug my shoulders

And roll my eyes

At the end of June, there was

A blazing light in the sky

And Blue Up

After passing dead coyotes

Lord, we are frying and dying

Gestures do not feed

And the well ran dry a long time ago

Why do the girls flirt with me?

But cannot give of themselves?

Money!

Without it, your middle name is "So What?"

I am supposed to chase them?

How do I know where they are?

I am supposed to pick them up?

No. They are supposed to get me.

It should all belong to me

But my pockets are empty

I am the spike in your eyes

Buy this, throw away that

It all does cost money, you know

I do not fly through the air at will

His Finger In The Sky!

And the Scriptures are editted, just as I said

Just as predicted

And more

But is there something missing?

He is my best friend

But I don't know where he lives

Let me see the thumb

How do you do it?

You listen, but you do not do as I say!

Buy the black hot rod

So we can see it

And then steal it

How can you ruin the vision?

How greedy can you get?

Treat me like a child

How dare you!

He sent me

And you would chop me up

To be your man made by committee?

None of you can transform me to your likeness

And that is what made my brain twist and churn

And then cave in on itself

Hero of every faith and path

Is a walking contradiction

And the King of Pain

I do not fly through the air at will

Just a trip in the cloud tube

Now and then

I have been seen all over the world

Please, put some clothes on

Do not tell me what to do

See me

Feel me

Hear me

Touch me

Or cameras at varying distances

You told me you love me

So I don't understand

Why promises are snapped in two

and words are made to bend

(the bigger the better)

Some stolen from Japan

Collected from around the world

They'll catch you if they can

And freedom is mine

It Is Worse This Time

By Jesus | June 19, 2010 at 05:47 PM EDT | No Comments

Post on the blog on myspsce on September 5, 2007

God did not send me to be CHRIST this time

You made me that

Someone had the bright idea

To give some strange corporation access to my reward

For saving this planet

Then have everyone else tell me

"You figure it out."

You would take all you could from me

And not offer anything in return

Spy on me and create a whole new world

You could take credit for

Never dare to judge me

Never tell me how to act

Never question my intentions

Never question my motives

Why do people ask the impossible of me

Then rip me off?

Because all the flavors of wickedness work together

In this overly materialistic world

To crush me again and again

I have felt my brain twist and snap

More times than I can count

If you knew then what you know now

And thought outside the box

So many people would not have suffered and died needlessly

Especially my Mom

I never chose suffering

You did that to me

Remember that, when I die

I will die BECAUSE of your sins

A Poem Direct At Someone

By Jesus | June 19, 2010 at 04:17 PM EDT | No Comments

From MySpace August 8, 2007

Where were you yesterday?

And where were you the day before that?

Are you so stuck on yourself

You would make an ass out of a hero?

Why would you think you were the ruler of something?

When you obviously have no talent for the position

You cannot even get out of your own way

You would not make me wait

If you actually heard God the way I do

You would have left your former routine for a minute

And gotten real with me

A month ago

How dare you believe you are worthy of me?

You can give me back all you took from me

And go on with your existence

without me

A Poem I Am Working On

By Jesus | June 19, 2010 at 04:08 PM EDT | No Comments

Originally posted on myspace August 3, 2007

When did a dream become a curse?

Why did good intentions turn into a nightmare?

Heros and femme fatales belong together.

But when the rest of existence blocks their path

Everyone and everything gets scorched.

Can two people save the entire earth?

Can two hearts overcome the mind of the mob?

Only if you see the miracles.

Benjamin Howard Tobias

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