A blood soaked Arthur IS RISING

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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.


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.



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


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




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...


A blood soaked Arthur has risen

be aware

be very aware

total war
for total peace
is being fought

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

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

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

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.

  • You are a spark in dry timber, stopped from becoming a roaring flame
    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.
    • OUR LACK OF RESOLVE TO CHANGE OUR WORLD MUST PUZZLE THE GODS THEMSELVES.... how can we be this collectively dum? And if we are....then the brains will be looked to as potential saviors.... when all too often they are just psocyo-paths and stooges and scared folks under the gun who are ALLOWED to CON EVERYONE... FOR THE GOOD OF A

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.

the promise

You must be whoever the enemy fears the least
or fears the most.

No other position is saf

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...

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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....

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Thank you.



This is a poem from waking up jesus, the second in a book series...  which may end up in the new edition, too... still working out the kinks, and there are places where without the contextual world of the book, you may not understand what I mean.  Thank you to those who make it through this little opus.  For more... http://wakingupjesus.blogspot.com 

They tell me this messiah
 is here
right now
to herald
the end times

my love of peace
has been shattered by their injustice
my heart spits out fragments of hate
most days I have to look around for the child who loved it all

the hand of God can caress orgasms from a kneeling nun
or close into a fist mighty enough to smite the very cosmos

I wave my open  hand
 the science versus magic debate disappears
mystics and researchers alike agree
we are getting ready to burn
the atmosphere off of this planet
leave a few roaches
to die in the flames

prophesy and charts collide
ignite from the same spark
by a computer model
we just couldn't believe
this could happen
to us positive thinking folks
that God would let this world burn...
the minister's for the Exxon set said nothing about this on Sunday
in their polite sermons they talked of wallowing in heavenly rewards
the narcissism of their Calvinism melting any cross within a hundred yards

Prophets have seen this end since the beginning of bibles

behold the flames to come
the exploding star in my chest insures the destruction
The Reaper comes in wearing the visage of the Christ

are we glimpsing what God is doing to man?
or man to man
or a plan within a plan
within a plan
or no plan ...

nothing to fight
except sheer entropy
the winner
in every war
Time's Champion

the ancient prophets
heard from timeless beings
idle travelers with no reason to lie
they were given glimpses into what the eyes cannot see
and the flesh cannot feel
a realm with a living God of Endless Love

did they want the humans to prepare to die?
To know their end would come?
that all planets die and the souls leave?
Did they try to prepare them for the Pathfinder?
Provide you a Salvation myth?
Prep the planet for the traveler
The Sacrificial Lamb
The Coming Invasion of A Force After Your Souls

I am an alarm clock
The Silver Surfer warning a planet that he heralds the end of life
Last Call for Salvation.
Bars Closing for good.
Get your last shot of Holy Water.
I am everywhere in you comics, movies, books, games,
a star since they first scratched my image into the dirt of the grave of a  monkey man
soon enough as always forgotten by the crowd anxious to usurp the throne

I am the solution to the positive thinking
that gave the first fish legs

the reaper standing at the end of the survival instinct
casting a spell to free you
from the maddening grip
of the mortal coil 

that feeling of life
gonna go on forever
on every death bed

ancient myths of a world in flames show up in our Math!

I read your Bibles and remember the voices of ancient harvest worship
Echoes of the truths told a farmer -- God made this world to feed us
the women to give birth
children to sow the seeds
as if we were God's only concern in the vastness of time...
as if we were not fledgling souls
still preparing to go meet our maker
cycling through life after life
waiting, waiting, waiting... for the order to come down
a blue sky to split open and reveal The Space Man From God

were man wise
 he would not wish for godhead
he would understand that every bodi tree
comes with the pangs of starvation
every Calvary is Steep
there is the hatred
surrounding me again
See this in a lot of lifetimes...
you surround me and kill me
corrupting the youth
I leave seeds behind
that was good enough before
all I could do

His bidding is my obsession/there is no where to run away from the Gaze of God
I  lived and died in the humility of feeling lie an amazing failure 
time and again waiting for the final reckoning
I could see the event coming
feel the flames of the heat from a million years away

like the head cases that pop up in the news
I took my flocks out to await the End of Time
I would look to the sky expecting someone else
like my dream of twenty years ago
learning Jesus was returning and running through skycrapers
screaming out the good news at the crowds
we looked joyously to a cloud traveling towards us in the blue sky
A band of musicians painting in glitter and glam descended
The Christ nowhere to be seen

The news is a litany of false prophets
hiding out in caves or sheds or boarded up apartments
convinced by some charismatic that the end time is here

the mission takes 
the dawn out of the sex
joy out of walking the dog on the beach
tinges leaning down and rubbing faces with the kitten
with bits of mourning his coming death

the son of God watches
as the souls prepare for the final flight
mourning every milestone of the bloody transition

He Knows He Is The Final Pain
He Knows He Is The Final Narcotic

The Law Has Grown Godless
courtrooms scams
where whoever can afford the best lawyers
stays out of jail
--- where we treat humans
like slaves/beasts/throw-aways/violent gangs without individual faces
pits back against white
stirs up the Nazi Crap
creates a new religion for every gang..

The Forever War Goes On*

((* footnote -- Joseph Haldeman's title for a fucking fantastic book))

relative man
pretends he is not
an animal that can be beaten to madness

We conjure stubborn dreams of times that never were
people who never existed
keep us telling us that we are more than we are
I am here to Humble Man
By My Example
I Will Show The Saints Within The Sinners
By My Example
I Will Show You The Limits Of Mercy
And the Infinity of Grace

we are more worried about dicks
and cunts
and bananas
than we can admit from the pulpits of our suits

an atheist university raised and bred watches a spread sheet burst into flames
flashes on a horror
 he remembers
in a part of his mind that it feels like he has never noticed using before
or something he remembers from childhood
--like a fear of ghosts
that he could remember as well as the
crisp bleached smell of the sheets in his boyhood home
In this story
he is a man who has refused for fifties years to waste time
on anything he cannot measure with a ruler
he ignites the co-incidence with his intellect and turns away from the flash of fire
leaves the solemn prophets of the coming end to do all they can to stop the Pain of the flames
to call out to the people to fill THE STREETS
to save what we can
for ever how long we can
who knows???
Maybe there is a Miraculous Cure coming?
My heart says not...

smuggled in
or planted
pretended to
tell me of
the subtle fights
they are always trying to draw me into
The Ways You Have Taken The Son Of God
and used me as a reasons to oppress others filled Hell's Play Book
to hate God's own creations?
You have sinned greatly against my NAME

My Forgiveness Was Not Enough To SAVE YOU From The Fires Of My Father's Hell
I am sorry you cycled through a burning
My Time Of Forgiveness Comes Every Moment Of Every Day
My Father's Wrath has always been greater than my Grace

get ready to head out
The scarred warrior
remnants of broken chains cut into his wrists
as he slashes his sword into the hoards

The last time I raised my shaggy head
they drew first blood
on that cross
I could feel the nails in my hands and feet pulsing with indescribable pain
 as that awful night passed
provoked a God
destroyed the missionary of the One

returned with my armies know
my  father's vengance is dark indeed
Know my forgiveness is eternal..

I shattered Excalibur
scattered the bits to the ends of the earth
told you TAKE this magic and build a shield 
to protect yourself in this time of becoming

The History channel shows temples in Indian Jungles
where I studied Buddhists
before returning to my Calvary

I was sent away from Herrod's spies as a young man
telling them I had been oppressed in my homeland
a homeless monk who could hear wisdom in every voice
they welcomed the young Jew

They begged me not to return
By then I knew and told them,
"I am the gift
given by another."

as I awoke they told me story after story
as they tried to explain me to myself
to influence my judgements
to sway the child who grew wings
the angels and humans
liars and the soothsayers
who put this narrative together for their own myriad of reasons

I lived beyond the crucifixion
gone underground
to avoid the Rabbi's and The Romans
My divinity bringing me followers wherever the Father sent me

The secret priests would believe my blood to be sacred
establish a mystical family of aristocrats
hidden from rebellion by staying just this side of the crowns

was the blood line taken underground
controlled by a discreet army with generations of covers?

others knew from then and always
watchers from times before the Christ
told by the Angels
one was coming who would spend thousands of years
doing the will of a God
a pathfinder preparing you for a journey to the face of God

the mythic
begins to understand we were one once
the big family
gathered around
A God
who brings his children home
then sends them out again to create their own destinies
a delighted parent always amazed by even the simplest crayon smiley face
the big bang blew us away from our God
sent out to play among the stars
the time has come to go home

The lives I have lived were guided by the unseen doings of Angels
Chosen in Heavenly Council
flesh and geography where I could weave another thread in the tapestry of God
millions and millions of years studying and steering all religions
a secret kept by angels
who fear no blood
an impatient employee anxious to go home..

2007 and I am asked to start a radical radio show
out of the blue 
a week later I wake up from a mysterious coma
not knowing who I am
just that someone has been giving me messages through the television
there is something new and astounding to me
a religious fervor to discover who I am consumes all
what I am becomes a wide open question for once
something has awakened within me
a hyper-personality aware of mystical currents
and a war for the soul of mankind
where he acts as the reluctant leader

 I have no name for this thing... at first
a being inside me  that can call lightening from the sky with a sneer
 floods with his rages
The Sickeningly mad thought  comes that I am The Christ
I spend a week puking at my sink
in horrible pain
they were trying to stop me from doing the radio show
poisoning me/firing a quasar pulse gun into my spine 

They opened the flood gates by announcing me
then found out I am was too liberal for the Bush Era
  Most of them had no idea what they were dealing with yet
I am above your levels of top secret
They came up to me on the street
and told me I was Jesus and the entire world knows
sent their president to offer me a crown

the convulsions in the news at my every word were difficult to believe
I did not know you would take me to be a Holy Man...
I thought myself a joker
a poet stirring people to feel and act
I did not understand the words of the Christ in my metaphors
the commands hidden in my raging words

the ones who encouraged me
could have been working for a CIA think tank
 or God
or both
certainly, if my mind is the result of the intelligence agencies
 they don't want me to know
pulling off some heinous break down of all personal freedoms
creating the ultimate agent provocateur to pull out all the crazies
I am the Frankenstein personality
 Hobbled together by the needs of military and the peace and war and justice and GOD
you have longed for with treacly love
and have forgotten to fear

a Manchurian candidate
never would have believed that was possible
but....  inside the Trojan Horse
there in lies the pulsing sun
the heart of Christ
a ghostly presence that takes my body and mind
fills the words on the page
my life with mourning and glimpses of ecstasy

They want you to think the internet just found a niche in the religions
that my words crept into the minds of kids
behind your backs
some preacher rose and fell
a performer came and went
another file for the ufo myths and secret societies and conspiracy myths
instead of noticing the faces behind the guns

Whoever was behind spreading disinformation about who I am
and I was one of them
convinced people the tale was taking a lot of strange twists
I did not know what was happening to me at first
The Rising scrambled my personality
I believe almost every myth they told me
all those folk who were wondering
when in the Hell I Was Going To Wake Up
and save this planet
the boy who grew wings...  the angel

Johnny The Ape you called me in your mock trial
Right then I ended the charades
the performance
I read as much in The Red Ey
 after I decided to get off the seroquel crap
that was driving me Manic
Like They Wanted Me

I had to reclaim my mind
right then the Mafia shit pissed me off to no end
The Pope came to me first
Brought Bush and The Fundamentalists
People I was surprised would come to my side came

pissed me off to no end that a trial was taking place
that they even wanted me to comment on
I had no fucking idea what they were talking about
they showed me a lot of money had been made during my campaign
that pirates had raised money however they had to
and laws were broken in my name
I had offered my forgiveness at the beginning

had they seen nothing sacred in what I did?
Did they find me a convenient excuse to break the law?
might as well have slapped my face as pretended
 that had I known
I would have went along with that kind of shit

used Johnny The Ape, alright...
I stayed out of your business and you should have stayed out of mine
I gave your kids the money to buy their way out of your sins
more of a favor than you would have done me

I wanted a purely Sopranos relationship with anything mobster
I never considered it any of my business
 until this shit at fearless radio
had my head up my ass

I knew when the gov. broke into my blog and told me if I was a Don i was going to jail
that i was operating out of my league
It was obvious to me then that there was shady money in the station
but what the hell could I do
my mission was to get a show out that was far left,
honest, and caused revolutionary action/political changes
The World was amazed when I refused to come out and great the crowds
How could I have marched onto a stage hearing your chants that I am alive
How could I be a hero to you when no one should be a hero to anyone
when we are all heroes the word ceases to have any meaning

 a poet told a tale that created religious ecstasy across the world
by offering to forgive everyone
and to take them to heaven
 party on, dudes...
this Christ ain't no fucking square...
better to burn out than fade away
Daddy told me as much when he fated me to lead the four horseman

Did they convince you the Joker burned the money because he only wants CHAOS?
even the Mafioso's told Spiderman
that no one would do anything except for money
or to fight those who make that choice...

Joker's Unite my poetry war started with.
Did they pretend the Joker was me in spiderman
they  shot it here while this shit was going on in 2007,
when they were throwing everythingexcept lead at me
Even that stupid movie Bolt
which was supposed to convince the kids my display was just a tv show
by showing a super hero dog who's show ended and now his super powers were gone
I should warn you all
God kills my enemies without my blessing

no matter how much they distort my message
They will be defeated
Their blood is on their own hands
God's ways are his own
Even the good die in this war
the life behind the symbol is undeserving
the sacrifice as innocent as a hamburger

the manifestations that flowed through me during the campaign
amazed me
teach me to be judicious which voice from my past
I will allow to hold council in my mind

In  this Christ is a blood lust
born of a species that was evolved
from beasts that fights for supremacy
or merely to get or not be food
that is the legacy of this flesh

Have you truly all turned against me?
 All of those who offered support?
 Or do you work in the shadows,
keeping me from even darker retribution?

Did the radicals who hate cops
think I sold out when I went with order
over senseless riots?
When I recognized that men and women are all workers
all deserve to do their best
that they would if our society had not fractured
the wealthy  no longer need the approval of the poor for anything

How can I not judge you mankind?
I brought you the hope of an a symbolic election of a black man
into a country  so racist
that it doesn't even realize it yet
tried to tell you to forgive everyone
send the troops home and give the middle east no more reasons to hate us

When I asked for peace you turned away
when I framed my peace in war you marched along
the wheel needs blood to turn

This world is based on kill or be killed
only with justice can the conflicts cease
Justice would stop the industrialized countries from killing off the rest of us

Maybe God Sent The Ultimate Suicide Bomber
 In His Son
A Being Without Hate
Who Aspires to Aide his enemies
as much as his allies
Total World Wide Destruction

just seems so absurdly unlikely
from a slovenly haired guy
with his Christmas tree up a little too long

what if I was created in a CIA think tank
the end product of MKL ultra
a leftest targeted with bullets that disappear with the magic words Plausible Deniability
hear of other spies and left wingers targeted all the time
not from the crazies -- in college classes
why do so many think they are Christ?  Gods?
What thin veil of humility do they break through?
Mormons tell ya all men become Gods

Is there a gateway from our mind to the universe
That can we can see through
just enough to glimpse our own overwhelming mystical worth?

Nothing has shown me as much
ignorant or intuitive
I am ignorant

"Live like there is no tomorrow.  Learn like you are going to live forever."

dogma for the foundation
lies for the beams
fictions for the stained glass windows
every truth hidden by a pile of lies

Perhaps  there is a creature called Gaia that captured our souls
and forced us to create a world of life
have we discovered we are trapped until we can figure out a way to burn all this shit down?
the dangerous visions of a nuclear age/the greenhouse/visions of a Christian Gods bloody return
speculations of a mind locked in solitary confinement
shadows on the wall controlled by my unconscious/memories/paranoias/
dreams that seem more real than the light of day

they great they showed me a Christ trapped in a cage with spikes pointing inward
in a cold castle
I was screaming out that I had a son


I have given them my grace
they made me a ventriloquist on  a cross
pretended the strings heading up to their Hidenberg reached all the way to Heaven

I gave you the Christ that rose up in my mind
That drove my life
Gave me the rages of a God with a vision longer than life
into a realm where flesh is meaningless
your deaths a promotion in a war
leading to a ticket

You know me from what you have been told by people who manipulate you
the words they tortured from me were the ragings they wished you to see
ask me off the rack
how I feel
and you may get a reasoned response

When I think of the mission given the Christ
I lose the ability to believe this can be happening
that a God really would destroy life for any reason at all

all those dead planets out there
might be saying something more than that there never was life there
like us before some event that we cannot begin to fathom
anymore than a kernel off corn
can imagine become a plant

my blood lust has risen and receded like a tide
sometimes the waves of blood splash over me
 and i laugh the laugh of a soldier whose won a battle
sometimes I am run as fast away from them as I can
 knowing the blood will feel like acid splashed on my soul

will the silence of the sky erupt in the Roar of angels?
The Babylonian towers tremble and fall
our last words the screams of the burning?

I know my followers that you would rather I preached on how to get a job
a lover
get off drink and coke and speed
stay out of prison
take you into a church
and repeat all the common shit you already know
give you a shot of good lord loving
 to keep you high
until the need comes around again

If I was to start a church
the scandal of my ways would never end
Fame showed me a world
where the opinions differ behind every pair of eyes
There is no pleasing more than a few people at the same time
prophets have usually found this out the hard way
I found it out
when I told my soldiers not to fight the Romans who came for me
I knew my Father's power could smite universes
feared nothing
As they nailed my hands to the cross
I discovered why he made me a man
to learn the pain

What do God's know of pain?
An invention of the process of the creation of life itself
a hammer hitting a nail
to the Carpenter

Was my mission Father to teach you of pain?
Do you rediscover your creations over and over?
Remembering and forgetting/fascinated and bored?

144000 are supposed to leave with me
what secret society is compiling that list?
The Masons?
The Bushes?
The Queen?
A loose affiliation of leaders, rebels, and their families?
Knowledge passed on and culled since the prophets first knew
True prophets kept in think tanks
writing obscurely for the interpretation of those who know
the same groups who capture the angels and remove their wings
to avoid creating a panic in the end time
a backlash against the 144000

or is it just a number so large that an ancient writer figured it encompassed all good people on the planet?

Did they find an alien child?  Raise him wondering what the hell...
got freaked out when he grew wings?

Did the left think they had found their savior
not realizing I was kidding about the violence in my stories
that I am not another Hitler/Mao/Stalin ready to purge the throw-aways
I am the leader of the entire human race
not the blacks or whites or browns or Mormons or Catholics or Hindus or Buddhists
no one can be demonized now
Satan himself is dead
the demons have been absolved and once more wear the white wings of the creator

the son of satan
an innocence sentenced to be raised in Hell
the light of the Lord finally shining on their faces as they emerge from the depths

I am the God of the prisoners you beat down and starve/I feel what they feel
the same rage at my jailers/the resignation that life is nothing but a day to day float through emotions

did they convince us all that I am an actor?
am I?

Wonder sometimes if I have already said all I can about this life?
yet I can't stop
just in case
you are out there

as I
if God has truly
sent a Christ To Chicago?

I have more belief than you
mine is deeper than I can dig out
sacred enough that I feel free to keep it as my secret
An ideation in my mind
given to me by an extrodinary period in my life
the kind of religious experience I had dreamed of having

the disappointed were ready for miracles and wonder
the end times
to be chosen among those 144,000

Your God is much wiser than you man
Saying you know his ways is the path to damnation
for pretending that all you know is all God knows...

start the forgiveness process
give the citizens peace even if we have to give their politicians hell

I started asking everyone to forgive everyone...

somehow they turned me around until I felt the war was vital
a crazed mission of a soldier just out of boot camp

turned me from wishing we could defeat the god-addled
into a peace-nik Christ... and yea I hate war all to hell but I do not object to cops with guns
kicked a lot of ass in my time and have a loud mouth but fighting just seems stupid to me

still...  the mysteries  of why I went from this belief to that to another calls into question
who programmed me and why?

When I was rationale enough to be myself
and realized someone had made this campaign about money
I had to refuse every dime
I wanted to earn mine honestly
do a show and make movies
sure my politics would have been there

Or is all I heard true
or is all I heard a grand mind fuck

The pills and pot and isolation leave me living for what is on the page
my only public face here in this blog, in the books about this

How would you feel if you were the armeggedon
if inside of you a bomb has been placed
and only God knows when the earth explodes

would the glory of an ark of human's traveling to the face of God
lessen your grief at the sight of babies face that you are going to kill

the sacrifices of all religions leading up to this one great act
the God of many masks being prepared by his Father for the merciless day
when the King Of Angels murders his loves
every lamb slaughtered a body he will hear screaming in the last days

The Christians who thought they were going to disappear
will freak out for a few human seconds before becoming joyously soul again

I remember the dream of armaggedon
lightening and lava flowing from my body
destroying all humanity
 after being given such a mission
could you look around at this earth
and not ache to die obscure?

My loyalty to mankind requires I remember this voice that rose within me
My  blood oath to history and the name Ridgway require me to give this story its due

Inside of me may be the greatest magic mankind has known
in my flesh wisdom passed down through genes in ways we barely glimpse
The future has come to me in dreams
my waking speculations make less sense
seem of times far in our future
a map that I have already followed in a future I can feel as real as today

The tv shows try to interpret me or spin what happened
After the revolution of 2007 and the world wide convulsions of my Rising
the backlash started...  I went from being shown people who all seemed to believe in me
to being portrayed as a cult leader
/a paranoid painter
/a lone wolf who convinced a scientist
that he was part of a secret society

I see the acknowledgement as a way of at least showing me cracks in the facade
around me that nothing has changed and no one takes orders from this silly ass blog

even steve martin and tommy smothers could be my buddies
using criticism as a way of not getting in trouble for mentioning me
after they openly slammed me on live tv

I doubt it

Think of this though man...  what is it about my words that they so fear you hearing?

What are they  are afraid I can tell you?

I have no answers.
For all I know they treat me like this to keep me writing.

My God
Make Them Grant Me This One Mercy

....  let honest voices ring in my ears
...  let honest humyns reveal all the have hidden


Your God is here now

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