Weary warriors wante into a twilight of slogans
they are the believers
convinced combatants
drafted into a dream young
raised in the propoganda of violent cartoons
drawn along through video games
that reward virtue and deciet
as equally as our urges
the games make sense of a world
where if u do good you are rewarded
there...
in the game...
in a stoner's dream of an fternoon
spent lazily hitting buttons on a controller
GOD himself has shone a spotligt
on hi s son
sets him up at the middle of the world stage
now the only light I feel are the search lights
of solders and spies and scientists
seeking thru the forest of my mind
for any of the deities thoughts
that have eluded them
I have only to wave my wand
tomake the world's leaders disappear
into the secret pits of bodies
that hide the shames of history
my privations are part of my sentince
in a country of plenty I have enough
I have plenty
enough to walk in my parade of one
I go over all the faces of thepeople who KNOW ABOUT ME
marvel at the cone of silence
they envelop
me within
tell myself many have sacrificed more than I
in my name
paid the ultimate coste to march in this parade
read in the New Yorker about the american jihadist
spewing the spittle of his rage rants
cursing the unfairness of his world
this time around the object of his hate is 'infidils.'
a war between warriors
who believe they are sending
their enemies to hell
& destined to watch tehir own dead
be welcomed by the glorious arms of God
such a convienant message
for the generals to send down through the uneducated soldiers
another easily digested myth
that makes sense
within these stories of lies
we are all weaned on
whether it be christ or allah or buddha or the sanity of our shrink
you can break out of the mold
YOU MUST IF WE ARE TO FORGE NEW MOLDS
NEW WAYS FOR THE CHILDREN TO BE
free of the hateful propoganda of the enemies
free of the old ways of seeing the world as black and white/up and down
good and bannned/blessed and cursed....
I AM A PRAXIS
for plan within plan
a Russion doll that slowly changes
from one visage to the next
the point of change
the hole in the universe
the man inblack who hides in teh shadows of culture
whispering sermons on the downlow
words you are not even sure you heard
which your Holy Ghost takes to heart as gospel
THESE ARE THE WORDS THAT CHANGE YOU
FLIP SWITCHES IN YOUR MIND
SEND ELECTRIC IMPULSES INTO PARTS OF YOUR MINDLONG FORGOTTEN
A SPLIT SECOND CONVERSION....
oh how that dream used to play in my mind
I prayed to be struck down
by the holy ghost
to find myself foaming at the mouth
shaking and screaming that the Lord Is Within me
I was not raised to accept such possession...
science has taken the rituals of conversion
and reduces tehm to bait
to sell the next product
words convert over the years
200 years ago our Enlgish would be barely understood
would blow their mind/keep them hidden away from the obvious signs
that all they knew is dead
I am from this past/// though more immense than you can imagine
I see cemetaries on planets humans could not pronounce
I was swept up into my curiousity
stumbling thru life tripping on famalier objects
running from curio to curion
anything to get me outside of the flesh and its awesome secret
the story traps my flesh
in the public eye forever
there isno backing away from God
not by me... never again
HE WHO CREATED ALL
laughs at rebellion
likes the revolutionary spirit
that gives thehumans
ways of re-invenint themselves over and over
into dreamed up of beins
HE ON HIGH CREATED DIVERSITY
HE ON HIGHT
WILL NEVER ALLOW MAN TO KIL HIS BELOVED CREATION
you will change
startsin america
the imae of Barak Obama
will be beloved
where Bush was hated
a cosmetic change or....
DEPENDS ON HOW HARD WE PUSH
the PEOPLE will be heard under Obama
not the rich few
not the hidden cabals pulling societal changes
that act as pied pipers
to the mindless masses
not those few who control the morst media
NO THE CHANGE WILL COME
I AM THE PRAXIS
THAT FULLFILLS THE PROPHEcies
watch as the being grows ALMIGHTY!!!!!
feel the floods, tornados, hurricanes... the malaise that comes with ignoring me
there is a door that I could walk thru...
a tear in the movie screen
that will allow me to see byond the 4th wall
to where I will stand with those who worshipped me from afar
I can barely consder the day
that I will walk into a room
wehere no one denies me
& we talk deity to human
the demonic lie of secrecy
not longer is needed as a security measure
the games they play on my head
are meant to keep me in check
perhaps they are trying to quiet me
saying anyting aloud in tis wolrd of means the scribes take down my ever utterance
my god
the manpower to pull of this
eclipse of a modern city
by the shadow of a rising diety
thrown down into a worthless silence
the secret on the shores of lake michigan....
ALL IS FORGIVEN....
at fearless radio they would only play two of my poems
one screaming about enraged warriros
who hav returned from world wide wars
to find theclergy they entrusted them children ....
"WE WILL NOT FORVIGE THE PIRENS FOR MOLESTING OUR CHILDREN
WHILE WE FOUGHTYOUR WORLD WIDE WARS"
FORVIVEN EVERYONE...
THIS i meant in the eyes of God
not man...
Man does not forgive likea God
man feels the stings of pain
that are nothiong to a God
yet accumulate in man like radioactivepellets
slowly conjouring cancer
seek the wise and powerful voices of your scripture
for the words of the masked god
playing another part suiting for steering primitive cultures
the infinite complexities of a god...
a a god too far awy from being a man or woman
for his son to even care about his venacular
I remember a church from teh future
see myself standingbehind a pew
spreading white light into my congreataion
that sines so bright the entires worlds sees
that a torch has beenlit in the spirital night
a hand has becconed you intot he dark netherworld
beyond teh easy lies of the day to day
whisperingof what goes on behind the act we play
in teh places where we are truly alone
seperated from our houses, cars, job
all accolades and hatreds turn to dust
i am her to tell you the time has come
TO AWAKEN
FROM YOU SCIENCE FICTION DREAMS
OF gods and monsters and angels
change your minds just enough to look for saints,ministers and angels
see them rising and falling, risen and fallen
they rise and fall all teh time depending on where they are needed
for all enternity
souls slowly being forged
humbled
shaped into creatures pleaceing to Go
creatures that can peacefully enter the heavens
without ufo' approaching to knock down or towers of bible
They aliens could reduce humans back intot he dark ages
taek away all signs that you even existed
patiently as the slowly grinding of the tuetonic plates
to turn you and yours to dust
they could
take away our ability to transfer knowledge from one generation
to another
leave your young in the pits of violence and superstition
three hundreds years tops
and no one would know what to do with the sanitation department
the diseases would run rampant
life spans shrink back to thirty
stopping the fermentation of contemplation that comes with age
can't worry about what I seein the skies
have ti kep my mindon my life nough
to prove worthy of this gift
I am frodo after the ring has been tossedinto the fire
as I journeyed further and further along the seemingly endles
trak to the forces that could meltthe ring
ther temptations of greateness
tried to to try to impose my vision on all
... whoever died be damned
HOW FAR I HAVE STRAYED
from the Indiana boy
who started on this trek without a knowledge of the violence within
Behind the curtain of this fleshthe production practices
various endings....
from apocolypse to peacetrying to fit their
moods and presumpstions
into the words they'll recite
when the audience is finally let in on the secret
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.
Thank YOU for over a half million hits at my various sites ... new counter.
one war
The collected john scott ridgway
a demented little entry into philosophy, humour and redemption.,
the elves attic
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