Jerusalem Weeps [Judas Iscariot] Poetic Prose
JUDAS: what luck have I, a fisherman, to save the world through me; oh, I must be the prophet of doom, for doom is what will save the world, through my surreptitious knowledge which will be light onto the world someday. A small gift for honest eyes. I heard the voice, it sounds cruel I know, I am Judas Iscariot, who shall take my place!~? There is none, not one willing to. My father as you know was and is a simple storekeeper, he will be proud once he knows the reasoning. [Says Judas, enthusiastically to Peter, by the temple in Jerusalem, in an alley.]
PETER:
friend: do you think misfortune will bring your salvation? Is it not love He reached for, and now you tell me, your love for the world, and willingness to sell Jesus to the murderers will produce an escape for man’s sin? You are the goat, the sacrifice, and the prophet, all in one?
JUDAS TO PETER:
to see me joyful is hard I suppose for you Peter, happiness is a byproduct of what you have done for another, misfortune you call it. I am only the one to balance things out, I am not the sacrifice-complete, although I am sacrificing myself in a way so the process can be completed, for I know people will not be merciful to me, in future times, and now I can see the laughing of many at me for selling out my master, in the present; he did whisper to me you know: ‘unendurable,’ it may be, and so now the bitter tears are coming. But I did much more than that. I did not, like you, deny my master three times [Peter trembling] I will not hide from the glory I’ve sorrowfully produced, I did what man was meant to do, yes, it is a mystery, hidden knowledge I have, what you do not understand. When I kissed Him, a tribute, we both moaned crucifixion, from the city of Jerusalem. I felt a burning fire, and I remembered the prophecies, I heard them in my heart, Jesus even told me: the world did not hear him; at the table, yes, I heard Him well.
PETER:
no, Judas, those that see and hear God clearly, do not place their sins on the alter and forgive them themselves…and say they are Jerusalem’s hope; you are a criminal to God’s court, you have sentenced His Son to death! You gave Him the kiss of death!… as if you have the power.
JUDAS:
blame God for the prophecy, not my so called sin, as now you have given it to me, as if you are the Son of God, as if you have condemned me already; my sin is His design! If you deny that, tell me who wrote the prophecies centuries ago? For does it not speak of the Messiah’s death by my hands? Diluted love you have Peter. So it was preordained.
[Jesus is in Jail; Peter is alone with Judas, still in the alley, Judas leaning against the wall.]
PETER:
so you Judas, you say, from your Kiss, the one that was not filled with sin, comes salvation? Why did you take the silver, the reward? Because God has none? Mary has come from Nazareth, and what shall she see, only her Son in prison, and you, you claiming to be He; would not God tell her this secret knowledge you have, it would seem only fitting since she gave birth to his Son. If God dreams, Hope he does not dream of thy!
[Peter starts to walk away, but hesitates and adds to his dialogue]: …it would have been better had you never been born. [To Judas, those are striking words, he becomes mortified: Peter has spoken the very same words of Jesus, whom said the very same thing to Judas, but privately: thus, he sucks in a deep breath of air, and lets it out slowly.]
[Peter has walked away now, but yells back to Judas]
You are the fool of Jerusalem, and she will weep because of you; you’ve purchased Lucifer’s service—the Lion that paces, to die in rages: your eyes swallow this city, and it will never forget, nor forgive you. He was your bird in the window at the Last Supper, the last one we will ever have here on earth with him: we all saw him but you, the bird; I dare not say, but I will say now: He, was looking at you. Jerusalem Weeps.
[Judas is hideously, and nervously, laughing with facial expressions, but you cannot hear him; a moment passes, he is now alone]
Jerusalem Weeps Morning
JUDAS:
listen and hear me, I did my calling, for the purpose I was born. [He is looking out his window, talking to a silent devout city; it is very early in the morning.] I have saved a lost world, and they will someday understand, when undisclosed information becomes available to them: they will be aware of, what man now is not. I have my mission, like Jesus does, and Peter; yet all but Jesus are envious of me, they are all like vipers wanting to attack, and not look at the distant impact I will bring about—through me.
[There is a reflection of a shadow on the stones of the building that happens to be across from his, above the building, the sun is creeping over the horizon, the shadow flickers like a bird, its wings span covers the whole building now—it has taken a moment to do though; it is the background, for the most part, of the whole scene now. The shadow talks, and it seems to speak to Judas privately]
The Shadow:
I saw it all. [Judas passes, his eyes get heavy, and his forehead frowns] Yes, Judas, I could not have done what you did; prophet of doom, so you are: cannot the King of Kings shed his own blood for mankind, without your help, by his own hands perhaps? You cover the road with His blood, and call it yours. Sin does not triumph, in His court: the day you were born, I was the bird in the window, Peter is right, you would have been better, never to have been born; how now do you save your own soul, haw, but you saved the world’s?
[Judas terrified, runs outside, into the fields with the shadow chasing him as if it was attached to him—and hangs himself.]
4/16/2006-6/22/2006 [Written in Lima, Peru]
[Judas Iscariot] Poetic Prose
JUDAS: what luck have I, a fisherman, to save the world through me; oh, I must be the prophet of doom, for doom is what will save the world, through my surreptitious knowledge which will be light onto the world someday. A small gift for honest eyes. I heard the voice, it sounds cruel I know, I am Judas Iscariot, who shall take my place!~? There is none, not one willing to. My father as you know was and is a simple storekeeper, he will be proud once he knows the reasoning. [Says Judas, enthusiastically to Peter, by the temple in Jerusalem, in an alley.]
PETER:
friend: do you think misfortune will bring your salvation? Is it not love He reached for, and now you tell me, your love for the world, and willingness to sell Jesus to the murderers will produce an escape for man’s sin? You are the goat, the sacrifice, and the prophet, all in one?
JUDAS TO PETER:
to see me joyful is hard I suppose for you Peter, happiness is a byproduct of what you have done for another, misfortune you call it. I am only the one to balance things out, I am not the sacrifice-complete, although I am sacrificing myself in a way so the process can be completed, for I know people will not be merciful to me, in future times, and now I can see the laughing of many at me for selling out my master, in the present; he did whisper to me you know: ‘unendurable,’ it may be, and so now the bitter tears are coming. But I did much more than that. I did not, like you, deny my master three times [Peter trembling] I will not hide from the glory I’ve sorrowfully produced, I did what man was meant to do, yes, it is a mystery, hidden knowledge I have, what you do not understand. When I kissed Him, a tribute, we both moaned crucifixion, from the city of Jerusalem. I felt a burning fire, and I remembered the prophecies, I heard them in my heart, Jesus even told me: the world did not hear him; at the table, yes, I heard Him well.
PETER:
no, Judas, those that see and hear God clearly, do not place their sins on the alter and forgive them themselves…and say they are Jerusalem’s hope; you are a criminal to God’s court, you have sentenced His Son to death! You gave Him the kiss of death!… as if you have the power.
JUDAS:
blame God for the prophecy, not my so called sin, as now you have given it to me, as if you are the Son of God, as if you have condemned me already; my sin is His design! If you deny that, tell me who wrote the prophecies centuries ago? For does it not speak of the Messiah’s death by my hands? Diluted love you have Peter. So it was preordained.
[Jesus is in Jail; Peter is alone with Judas, still in the alley, Judas leaning against the wall.]
PETER:
so you Judas, you say, from your Kiss, the one that was not filled with sin, comes salvation? Why did you take the silver, the reward? Because God has none? Mary has come from Nazareth, and what shall she see, only her Son in prison, and you, you claiming to be He; would not God tell her this secret knowledge you have, it would seem only fitting since she gave birth to his Son. If God dreams, Hope he does not dream of thy!
[Peter starts to walk away, but hesitates and adds to his dialogue]: …it would have been better had you never been born. [To Judas, those are striking words, he becomes mortified: Peter has spoken the very same words of Jesus, whom said the very same thing to Judas, but privately: thus, he sucks in a deep breath of air, and lets it out slowly.]
[Peter has walked away now, but yells back to Judas]
You are the fool of Jerusalem, and she will weep because of you; you’ve purchased Lucifer’s service—the Lion that paces, to die in rages: your eyes swallow this city, and it will never forget, nor forgive you. He was your bird in the window at the Last Supper, the last one we will ever have here on earth with him: we all saw him but you, the bird; I dare not say, but I will say now: He, was looking at you. Jerusalem Weeps.
[Judas is hideously, and nervously, laughing with facial expressions, but you cannot hear him; a moment passes, he is now alone]
Jerusalem Weeps Morning
JUDAS:
listen and hear me, I did my calling, for the purpose I was born. [He is looking out his window, talking to a silent devout city; it is very early in the morning.] I have saved a lost world, and they will someday understand, when undisclosed information becomes available to them: they will be aware of, what man now is not. I have my mission, like Jesus does, and Peter; yet all but Jesus are envious of me, they are all like vipers wanting to attack, and not look at the distant impact I will bring about—through me.
[There is a reflection of a shadow on the stones of the building that happens to be across from his, above the building, the sun is creeping over the horizon, the shadow flickers like a bird, its wings span covers the whole building now—it has taken a moment to do though; it is the background, for the most part, of the whole scene now. The shadow talks, and it seems to speak to Judas privately]
The Shadow:
I saw it all. [Judas passes, his eyes get heavy, and his forehead frowns] Yes, Judas, I could not have done what you did; prophet of doom, so you are: cannot the King of Kings shed his own blood for mankind, without your help, by his own hands perhaps? You cover the road with His blood, and call it yours. Sin does not triumph, in His court: the day you were born, I was the bird in the window, Peter is right, you would have been better, never to have been born; how now do you save your own soul, haw, but you saved the world’s?
[Judas terrified, runs outside, into the fields with the shadow chasing him as if it was attached to him—and hangs himself.]
4/16/2006-6/22/2006 [Written in Lima, Peru]
See Dennis' web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
JUDAS: what luck have I, a fisherman, to save the world through me; oh, I must be the prophet of doom, for doom is what will save the world, through my surreptitious knowledge which will be light onto the world someday. A small gift for honest eyes. I heard the voice, it sounds cruel I know, I am Judas Iscariot, who shall take my place!~? There is none, not one willing to. My father as you know was and is a simple storekeeper, he will be proud once he knows the reasoning. [Says Judas, enthusiastically to Peter, by the temple in Jerusalem, in an alley.]
PETER:
friend: do you think misfortune will bring your salvation? Is it not love He reached for, and now you tell me, your love for the world, and willingness to sell Jesus to the murderers will produce an escape for man’s sin? You are the goat, the sacrifice, and the prophet, all in one?
JUDAS TO PETER:
to see me joyful is hard I suppose for you Peter, happiness is a byproduct of what you have done for another, misfortune you call it. I am only the one to balance things out, I am not the sacrifice-complete, although I am sacrificing myself in a way so the process can be completed, for I know people will not be merciful to me, in future times, and now I can see the laughing of many at me for selling out my master, in the present; he did whisper to me you know: ‘unendurable,’ it may be, and so now the bitter tears are coming. But I did much more than that. I did not, like you, deny my master three times [Peter trembling] I will not hide from the glory I’ve sorrowfully produced, I did what man was meant to do, yes, it is a mystery, hidden knowledge I have, what you do not understand. When I kissed Him, a tribute, we both moaned crucifixion, from the city of Jerusalem. I felt a burning fire, and I remembered the prophecies, I heard them in my heart, Jesus even told me: the world did not hear him; at the table, yes, I heard Him well.
PETER:
no, Judas, those that see and hear God clearly, do not place their sins on the alter and forgive them themselves…and say they are Jerusalem’s hope; you are a criminal to God’s court, you have sentenced His Son to death! You gave Him the kiss of death!… as if you have the power.
JUDAS:
blame God for the prophecy, not my so called sin, as now you have given it to me, as if you are the Son of God, as if you have condemned me already; my sin is His design! If you deny that, tell me who wrote the prophecies centuries ago? For does it not speak of the Messiah’s death by my hands? Diluted love you have Peter. So it was preordained.
[Jesus is in Jail; Peter is alone with Judas, still in the alley, Judas leaning against the wall.]
PETER:
so you Judas, you say, from your Kiss, the one that was not filled with sin, comes salvation? Why did you take the silver, the reward? Because God has none? Mary has come from Nazareth, and what shall she see, only her Son in prison, and you, you claiming to be He; would not God tell her this secret knowledge you have, it would seem only fitting since she gave birth to his Son. If God dreams, Hope he does not dream of thy!
[Peter starts to walk away, but hesitates and adds to his dialogue]: …it would have been better had you never been born. [To Judas, those are striking words, he becomes mortified: Peter has spoken the very same words of Jesus, whom said the very same thing to Judas, but privately: thus, he sucks in a deep breath of air, and lets it out slowly.]
[Peter has walked away now, but yells back to Judas]
You are the fool of Jerusalem, and she will weep because of you; you’ve purchased Lucifer’s service—the Lion that paces, to die in rages: your eyes swallow this city, and it will never forget, nor forgive you. He was your bird in the window at the Last Supper, the last one we will ever have here on earth with him: we all saw him but you, the bird; I dare not say, but I will say now: He, was looking at you. Jerusalem Weeps.
[Judas is hideously, and nervously, laughing with facial expressions, but you cannot hear him; a moment passes, he is now alone]
Jerusalem Weeps Morning
JUDAS:
listen and hear me, I did my calling, for the purpose I was born. [He is looking out his window, talking to a silent devout city; it is very early in the morning.] I have saved a lost world, and they will someday understand, when undisclosed information becomes available to them: they will be aware of, what man now is not. I have my mission, like Jesus does, and Peter; yet all but Jesus are envious of me, they are all like vipers wanting to attack, and not look at the distant impact I will bring about—through me.
[There is a reflection of a shadow on the stones of the building that happens to be across from his, above the building, the sun is creeping over the horizon, the shadow flickers like a bird, its wings span covers the whole building now—it has taken a moment to do though; it is the background, for the most part, of the whole scene now. The shadow talks, and it seems to speak to Judas privately]
The Shadow:
I saw it all. [Judas passes, his eyes get heavy, and his forehead frowns] Yes, Judas, I could not have done what you did; prophet of doom, so you are: cannot the King of Kings shed his own blood for mankind, without your help, by his own hands perhaps? You cover the road with His blood, and call it yours. Sin does not triumph, in His court: the day you were born, I was the bird in the window, Peter is right, you would have been better, never to have been born; how now do you save your own soul, haw, but you saved the world’s?
[Judas terrified, runs outside, into the fields with the shadow chasing him as if it was attached to him—and hangs himself.]
4/16/2006-6/22/2006 [Written in Lima, Peru]
[Judas Iscariot] Poetic Prose
JUDAS: what luck have I, a fisherman, to save the world through me; oh, I must be the prophet of doom, for doom is what will save the world, through my surreptitious knowledge which will be light onto the world someday. A small gift for honest eyes. I heard the voice, it sounds cruel I know, I am Judas Iscariot, who shall take my place!~? There is none, not one willing to. My father as you know was and is a simple storekeeper, he will be proud once he knows the reasoning. [Says Judas, enthusiastically to Peter, by the temple in Jerusalem, in an alley.]
PETER:
friend: do you think misfortune will bring your salvation? Is it not love He reached for, and now you tell me, your love for the world, and willingness to sell Jesus to the murderers will produce an escape for man’s sin? You are the goat, the sacrifice, and the prophet, all in one?
JUDAS TO PETER:
to see me joyful is hard I suppose for you Peter, happiness is a byproduct of what you have done for another, misfortune you call it. I am only the one to balance things out, I am not the sacrifice-complete, although I am sacrificing myself in a way so the process can be completed, for I know people will not be merciful to me, in future times, and now I can see the laughing of many at me for selling out my master, in the present; he did whisper to me you know: ‘unendurable,’ it may be, and so now the bitter tears are coming. But I did much more than that. I did not, like you, deny my master three times [Peter trembling] I will not hide from the glory I’ve sorrowfully produced, I did what man was meant to do, yes, it is a mystery, hidden knowledge I have, what you do not understand. When I kissed Him, a tribute, we both moaned crucifixion, from the city of Jerusalem. I felt a burning fire, and I remembered the prophecies, I heard them in my heart, Jesus even told me: the world did not hear him; at the table, yes, I heard Him well.
PETER:
no, Judas, those that see and hear God clearly, do not place their sins on the alter and forgive them themselves…and say they are Jerusalem’s hope; you are a criminal to God’s court, you have sentenced His Son to death! You gave Him the kiss of death!… as if you have the power.
JUDAS:
blame God for the prophecy, not my so called sin, as now you have given it to me, as if you are the Son of God, as if you have condemned me already; my sin is His design! If you deny that, tell me who wrote the prophecies centuries ago? For does it not speak of the Messiah’s death by my hands? Diluted love you have Peter. So it was preordained.
[Jesus is in Jail; Peter is alone with Judas, still in the alley, Judas leaning against the wall.]
PETER:
so you Judas, you say, from your Kiss, the one that was not filled with sin, comes salvation? Why did you take the silver, the reward? Because God has none? Mary has come from Nazareth, and what shall she see, only her Son in prison, and you, you claiming to be He; would not God tell her this secret knowledge you have, it would seem only fitting since she gave birth to his Son. If God dreams, Hope he does not dream of thy!
[Peter starts to walk away, but hesitates and adds to his dialogue]: …it would have been better had you never been born. [To Judas, those are striking words, he becomes mortified: Peter has spoken the very same words of Jesus, whom said the very same thing to Judas, but privately: thus, he sucks in a deep breath of air, and lets it out slowly.]
[Peter has walked away now, but yells back to Judas]
You are the fool of Jerusalem, and she will weep because of you; you’ve purchased Lucifer’s service—the Lion that paces, to die in rages: your eyes swallow this city, and it will never forget, nor forgive you. He was your bird in the window at the Last Supper, the last one we will ever have here on earth with him: we all saw him but you, the bird; I dare not say, but I will say now: He, was looking at you. Jerusalem Weeps.
[Judas is hideously, and nervously, laughing with facial expressions, but you cannot hear him; a moment passes, he is now alone]
Jerusalem Weeps Morning
JUDAS:
listen and hear me, I did my calling, for the purpose I was born. [He is looking out his window, talking to a silent devout city; it is very early in the morning.] I have saved a lost world, and they will someday understand, when undisclosed information becomes available to them: they will be aware of, what man now is not. I have my mission, like Jesus does, and Peter; yet all but Jesus are envious of me, they are all like vipers wanting to attack, and not look at the distant impact I will bring about—through me.
[There is a reflection of a shadow on the stones of the building that happens to be across from his, above the building, the sun is creeping over the horizon, the shadow flickers like a bird, its wings span covers the whole building now—it has taken a moment to do though; it is the background, for the most part, of the whole scene now. The shadow talks, and it seems to speak to Judas privately]
The Shadow:
I saw it all. [Judas passes, his eyes get heavy, and his forehead frowns] Yes, Judas, I could not have done what you did; prophet of doom, so you are: cannot the King of Kings shed his own blood for mankind, without your help, by his own hands perhaps? You cover the road with His blood, and call it yours. Sin does not triumph, in His court: the day you were born, I was the bird in the window, Peter is right, you would have been better, never to have been born; how now do you save your own soul, haw, but you saved the world’s?
[Judas terrified, runs outside, into the fields with the shadow chasing him as if it was attached to him—and hangs himself.]
4/16/2006-6/22/2006 [Written in Lima, Peru]
See Dennis' web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
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