THESE ARE THE WORDS OF ONE OF MY FAVORITE POETS GOING... HE DOES SHOWS WITH MUSIC BEHIND HIM WHILE HE THROWS OUT THESE WORDS...
HE IS A BLACK PANTHER CROUCHED IN THE SHADOWS READY TO POUNCE.... AND HE IS A MARINE... A BROTHER.... A GENERAL.
His identity is too important for me to advertise. You will meet him on the show... and the websites... here are his hardcore, straight off the top of that gorgeous head... '
THANK YOU FOR TAKING MY BACK MAN. I KNOW YOU CAN FIGHT.
remember duder i see shit from the other side, so truly i appreciate it.
you're on some gangsta shit, this is what gangsta do, but this is better because you won't have me doing drive bys on movie exec...and if you did you know i'm a good shot!
yesterday i was on the train and the strong pungent smell of rank ass and pussy filled my nostrils.
and i thought "the message was given and they still steady pushing" beat street in hood games of furious three out of five.
and yet as foul as this smell was, permeating my senses and saturating my taste buds. it hit me how beautiful and crippling funny all this is, every aspect of life. the struggle, the pleasure, the joy, the pain. our ability to drown ourselves in pity and bake the walls of our hearts with the heat of denial casting hollow walls of invulnerability. or trust with love as our foundation even when it has proven to hurt in ways we choose not to see for hope that there are people worthy of such a gift.
rank smell of ass and pussy, smeared images of iconic imagery dreamy visuals fractal spirals mathematically sound to deaf ears. the train rattles on gasping screeching crawling like some dying catepillar inching along iron rails man made lightening and crowded passegers in its belly but never becoming a butterfly
mechanical drowsiness of a paranoid android infused with the smell of the homeless the smell of body fluids exchanged for dollars high end perfume and the last remaining smells of ganga on my clothes.
easing me into the heady smell and its induced recognizance.
i am dying, we are dying and there is nothing we can do about that. and it makes me smile, the finality of our over inflated egos and sense of self over those who suffer right next to us. over the slow death of this planet we extol technological advancements that strangle us with convenience. further separating us from our humanimality, from our struggle to survive as defined by environment of planet rather than the evironment of concrete bee hives drones coming and going 9 to 5 o'clock high shadows loom in the not so distant future as it barrels towards us one second at a time.
rank ass and pussy the smell of my city flash gave the messgae and they still trying to push me but i'm in love with the city for faults and unseen beauty
getting closer to the edge wanting to lose my head in mushrooms coke and herb magical potions of a inner city saddhu munching on the rotting corpse of babies, the fallen, their hopes and utopian dreams....
stream shit collected in inverted skulls....
from 2012 to 2013 i found an obscene visage of conspiring aristocrats conjuring a mirage of democracy constitutional tablets of destiny narcotics of freedom peddled world wide in stride with the thunder of 16 hooves where rides war famine pestillence and death from fascism to corporatism single cell organism to reptillian simian religous fundamentalism inner city projects balanced as black history unfolds as constellations sweep from existence within the sentence of immaculate dissolution spinning akashic records mixing karmic cycles of subjective and objective views good and evil are in the eyes of the beholder calling me man is a pejorative this is the paradoxically authoritative in pace with whats peaking anger ignorance and destructive poverty watch as america turns the earth into one big city strip mall where hope has been released from pandoras box changing into desparation revolution the hottest shit on the blocks since crack rocks or canker sored whores sucking cock just for a little taste of instant gratification mans sexual declarations of waste crushing rappers into soylent green paste sun moon allah got a harem full of chaste earths mental bellies full as i fat her with ideas like suns that are grateful for the struggle of vengance in this new age of apocalypse and death war machine engines life release/ through anxiety and beats/ confused reptile monkey/ fell out the tree of life/ cause god tried to lynch me/ pegged for sacrifice on cross roads of contradiction/ redemption as a saviour for humans with bad behavior/ in competition for goods and services rendered/ in civil disobedience suspension of compassion/ people are forced to starve/ and i see no point in diving into hell/ i have the eyes of a ape but my name is ishmael/ its like i'm a ghost in the hollow tip shell/ of a failing male in bio mechanical space jump suit/ ironically enough the root to human diversity and creation/ so moot/ accepted as a selling technique neglected on the oblique/reaching our spot/ as dark blotches on the sun/ making magnetism knot/ take a look 9 abstract ink blots/ break neck speed when earth gets too hot/ i walk off like lot/ nevering looking back to x and y greed pressure point blood clots/ pa daraucous no needs outta bounds on z axis/ time bandits on tracks/ stole gods secrets made them obsolete/ when i walked on water in titanium concrete boots/ and turned water to energon how could you compete/ when me daeth and life is love triangle cahoots/ why you think my friends call me kete/, keter darker/ a promethean heater/ ascended high master/ giving my fire as gifts/ the healer from the kingdom to the bottom/ ask me questions when i drink rum invoking ghedes spirit/ and he comes from the cross roads bringing exposed bones/ through these days as a mystery victory/ when all points meet/ a soft spoken drunk and grisly/ in the drivers seat scraggly beard/ arrogant crash test dummy/ they said nothing move but the money/ but this is like a prophecy/ sun moon currents in my memory/ drowning happily in rivers of jade and mercury/ time traveler gone till november/ on a persian carpet an arabian knight telling a story thick as forty thieves/ turn into a breeze when i have to leave and have conversations with ancient winds/ and then my consciousness descends into the flow of 7 seas/ on missions to see more weed than aquaman/ getting head from mermaids cobra dreads in braids/ a swampthing from everglades get licked with switch blades /or i'll fry you with gamma rays/ and serve your entrails on silver trays/ its the last days and the weak and the foolsih have dominion with nonsense opinions/ sun moon sun moon ......with real ease we give legacy viral disease say cheese picture perfect in national geographic discomfort secret governments and aryan societies 33rd degrees ice age below zero tendencies of punctual disruption in time to the death grimace of children starving due to iraqis insurrgently minded so called freedom fighters enslaving the populace to inciters unrestrained pledging democratic suffering more drama than sophocles and with hercules forearms i sit like the thinker and ponder if i should tinker with that button and blinker they said it was the basin plug to black holes pull'em just to see whats down the drain green skin vril dox brain pulsates particle lightwaves and purple hued sound waves crushing erosion to preconceived notions my will swims in primordial oceans whats the signal jihad music and massacre stab the sun with mkraan blades and scar that bastard blemished perfectly no cause for alarm thats not a gun barrel on my arm its just my heart shaped good luck charm against starscream to disarm his jealousy i put rhymes together like dick and pussy while you lousy cock vomit emcee's wish to be me creativly innovative in a failing aristocrisy
Any fool can think. The real trick is to unthink. TRUST NO ONE WHO HAS MORE ANSWERS THAN QUESTIONS...we are trapped in a forest of lies... and time has come to burn it down!!! Only takes one well placed torch...
A blood soaked Arthur IS RISING
Gonzo journalism and fiction is a tricky mix.... Welcome to my razor's edge.
HELLO THERE...
I am an elf in the attic making mind toys with sharp edges; an educated writer who gets good reviews, who you can read for free in the rough form of first drafts on the web, or purchase in a book form.
The best soldier does not attack. The superior fighter succeeds without violence. The greatest conqueror wins without struggle. The most successful manager leads without dictating. This is intelligent non aggressiveness. This is called the mastery of men.
tao
tao
Welcome to you, I am John Scott Ridgway, Novelist, Poet, Blogger, Radio and TV writer and actor... five books, also paint in oils and acrylics. I am poet warrior of sorts, a non violent radical, personally, though understanding of those who choose other paths IN THE EIGHTY PLUS COUNTRIES AT LAST COUNT THAT came in this blog ...
The predicted revolutions in the USA and around the would are going to
be violent in the next twenty years, is what the CIA says. I want them to stay peaceful, which is the only way to win this struggle between haves and have nots. They have more guns, we have more people,, and they include the mothers and sisters and brothers of the people they will ask to fight us.... I think they underestimate the police.
NEVER ACCEPT APPEASEMENT OVER JUSTICE. By any means necessary is the reality. . . the USA can be spared stupid wars, but other countries. . . need different solutions. . .
The number of Countries that have come in to have a look at this blog humbles me. Thank you very much.
NEVER UNDERESTIMATE HOW MUCH I DESPISE VIOLENCE
EXCEPT UNDER EXTRAORDINARY CIRCUMSTANCES BY
PROFESSIONALS, HOPEFULLY, like the police, military, etc...
understanding that violence is sometimes needed
does not mean I like anything about the sound
of fists hitting faces
Boxing is too much for me
make me feel like I am watching
dog fights with toothless pitbulls
"I am an artist first, and a politician second," as John Lennon said.
My intentions are to stop the violence from entering into
revolutionary wars
the CIA
predicts
will break out in the next twenty years all over the
world, including here...
But Ill tell ya,
if there is not some redistribution of
wealth here there and everywhere
WE WILL WITNESS THE HORROR
THE HORROR
OF WAR ON all OUR SHORES
My intentions is to keep these protests peaceful
so we can win
without bloodshed
Total War for Total Peace
Never incites violence
or destroys property
you should be able
to go to protests with strollers and babies
parents feeling as safe as the police
Now, poetry...
I am too far out into the battlefield to retreat. This CHARGE is win or die...
PROPHECIES OF ECSTASIES AND HORRORS
be aware
be very aware
total war
for total peace
is being fought
HERE
THERE will be many ways to die
and only one to live
give and give and give
until the worlds downtrodden and oppressed
can begin to forgive
before things get bloody and ruthless
My Peace sign shot full of holes
and my reason ignored
drowned out by the roar of machine guns
You cannot break the golden rule
all the time and not expect
consequences from nature
mankind
we will fight for our right to thrive as well
we do not accept your sentence
to poverty so you can earn more
by shipping the factory off to China
WE ACCEPT NO CHAINS...
BREAK THOSE WE HAVE
COME RUNNING FOR OUR OPPRESSORS
WHO THE HELL WOULDN'T???
nothing this mindgame in america can do to us
can destroy this thing inside that yearns for freedom
enough to die in the name of JUSTICE
generation after generation
from time
immemorial
can destroy this thing inside that yearns for freedom
enough to die in the name of JUSTICE
generation after generation
from time
immemorial
No more hyper-reality FOR US. We have already spent too long in an oasis of belief where nothing is wrong, folks... Now, we must face this was all a mirage... and try like hell to get out of this desert... or resolve ourself to the fact that we will leave our children to starve in the barren sands.
There are better ways to defeat an enemy than an outright fight, especially if you are vastly outnumbered, like the Elite. MSM PSY-WAR allows them to control our actions through our thoughts, and basically stop our FORCE from activating. I am not saying we should fight just because we can win, I am just saying we should fight before we lose, if no other option is left us.... because a world is at stake.
They SET UP LAWS THAT ALLOW THEM TO STEAL. MURDER. BRAINWASH THEIR CRITICS. We must begin to feel challenged now to stop them. Or WE WILL LOSE EVERYTHING. PERIOD. THE SKY, OTHER SPECIES, OUR WATER... OUR MINDS. No more hyper-reality for us... too long in that oasis where nothing is wrong folks... we must face this is all a mirage.
A cruel slap woke me to the PAIN
at the moment of birth;
My first cry was NO
buried in unintelligible screams.
I am a man now.
Now I catch your hand and break all the fingers.
at the moment of birth;
My first cry was NO
buried in unintelligible screams.
I am a man now.
Now I catch your hand and break all the fingers.
the promise
You must be whoever the enemy fears the least
or fears the most.
No other position is safe
or fears the most.
No other position is safe
da general
Welcome to the spark that inflames TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE.
I am too far out into the battlefield to retreat. This CHARGE is win or die...
THE ELVES ATTIC is stories, poetry, essay's, peculiar events in my life . . . oil painting, articles.
Your patience for bearing with me on my first drafts is a much appreciated kindness. Your worldwide interest is my muse . . .Lately I have been writing a book called Gangsta General x, about a revolutionary in the USA, who is fighting to keep the revolt peaceful as things spin out of control in the states after a famine gets the populace hungry enough to change their society once and for all....
HOW TO USE THIS BLOG: There is a black and white jukebox in the right column that you can shut off, or find songs on.... To listen to the COMEDY SKITS FROM THE SHOW PEACE AND PIPEDREAMS... turn off the black jukebox, and turn on the Green one. I play Moon Bong Haze and Jesus...
I have five majors, five books, two tv shows, a radio show, 76 countries at last count on this site alone, and over a million online readers to my credit. I can't thank any of you enough for all of your help and encouragement over the years; the favors and aide that has been offered me, the trust in my leadership... you are all SACRED TO ME ... even you folks I tend to hate.
TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE -- Thank you especially. Your sacrifices live on. I salute you... and SWEAR ON THE GODS OF MY FATHERS THAT WE WILL TRIUMPH AND YOUR DEATHS WILL BE PAID FOR IN BLOOD AND TREASURE.
Thank you.
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