A blood soaked Arthur IS RISING

Gonzo journalism and fiction is a tricky mix.... Welcome to my razor's edge.


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.


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...

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.


Thank you.


angels terrify

Christ is horrifying

No matter how desperate things got
The Dye pack explodes
The Lover leaves and
finds someone else
forgets everything except your faults
The food you eat every day is declared unhealthy
The medication you are on
has more side effects than you knew could fit in a pill
The Happy endings all come with macabre twists
Without the first husbands death the second never would have come

I want to
Force you to sit in a lotus
for a few years
eat out of dumpsters

i came to pounding a proclamation of SACRED HATE on the temple door

I should have calmly

gathered my buds

and then


sued for peace


fame is no cloak against the hard rains of idiocy

no godlike wreath or a chit to bargain with death

just an empty soap box

and a nice place to rest

A POEM FOR GENERAL MATTHEW 'BUNKER' RIDGWAY.. a Great Field General (out there with a gun, not hold up with Mccarthy far from any actual bullets--- which led to a lot of people saying Mccarthy was blood thirsty). General Ridgway was too good for the Army he was serving in by then, and was eventually pushed out, after running the Korean War, all UN forces and being dearly loved by his troops... ALL BECAUSE the politicians said invade Vietnam and he protested.... said, that will require too much blood, twenty years of fighting... don't do it...He knew Ho Chi Min originally wanted our help to become a Democracy and Ridgway thought we were idiots for ignoring them. Of Course, he was Right...

"Every soldier learns in time that war is a lonely business. All your study, all your training, all your drill anticipates the moment when abruptly the responsibility rests solely on you to decide whether to stand or pull back, or to order an attack that will expose thousands of men to sudden death."  Matthew Ridgway

 the WAR WIZENED general

tells his astounded officers
we keep no secrets
not even from the weakest of our enemies

we will need them in the end
to lead us  out of this forest of lies



starts in america

es to the soviet union

wherever the hell there is PAIN 

we are coming for you

the eagle is aloft

the sickle soars

bruce lee has been ressurected and he is pissed

i was afraid and thought i was alone

we were there all the time

waiting waiting waiting waiting waiting

for the order



we are stronger
with each awakening

the i will emerge as a creature
of us all

this bible.



with food and shelter and spells of great power
we will lay them at your feet.


lied and connived and bribed
STABBED My brain

while they funded their wars with coke and h

Nancy and Ron drove me from my parents
and made the hippies history before I came up


left me alone and scarred
forgotten in the cruel confines
welfare ward
despite the stench of the demonic
little lights still shine there
maybe that's why
some say
the miracles
never stopped

too weak to crawl home
I just laid there in the antiseptic whiteness
year after year
reading the writing on the walls
the books, hearts, prayers, songs, televisions
nothing to do but be a brain
trying to escape from the crippling pain.

Sounds more pathetic than it was.
Most of the time,
I was thinking about other shit besides my health.

A lot of hands held me as I relearned the walk; the kindest folk work in these fields, and they are paid the least??? The world is backwards... the truth the opposite. This is why I seldom believe in common sense. I think that gut reactions cannot be taken seriously most of the time -- better to calmly, cerebrially, walk to a position than to pretend there is some direct link between you and god that can be conjoured whenever you want the wind to quit messing up your hairdo.
Down that road is the david koresh, hitler, and a lot of good men too....

they bust the kids for painting their names
and thoughts

where should they go
these artists with spray cans???

Give them your walls!!!
Make the mundane shine!!!
Think the murals of San Francisco
the head of Dennis Rodman
a hundred feet high
with neon hair
stopping rush hour dead!!!

Let them illuminate this absurdity
this history
this essay
this toddlertext
this tower of babel reaching up into the universe*

you send warriors

wherever the fires are rampant

wherever blood spills unchallanged


Skits For Radio Show

I am blocking out the first few shows.  Here are some of the segments.   By the way....  if you plan on stealing any of my ideas, know, I will do things to you with a knife that will make you beg me to kill your wife and kids instead.  Never fuck with a military intelligence major.  We have friends and can get away with shit that would shatter your little world like a mirror.

1) MOONBONG HAZE:   His Ger-Bong Bong Cleaning and High Impact Constipation business will be much hyped on the show.  Like a commercial.   He will also implore various celebrities to let his gerbils go, the ones who have kept them in their but too long (they do have air tanks).

will give his take on the sports, where he describes the cheerleaders, and forgets even what sport is being played, which he knows nothing about anyways.  He always digresses into his latest veneral disease count and begs for a woman to swap diseases with.

3)JESUS BITCHES AT CHRISTIANS:  this will be Jesus being pissed at all the stupid preachers out there.  This will be comedic, but real.   I will read poems from Waking Up Jesus here that are fairly serious.

4)  Cult of The Week.  I will explore unknown cults, the dynamics of cults, how to spot them, etc...

      4.B  will be Scamatomologist watch, which is be specifically on cruise and other celebrities, and i will          expose them for the slavers they are.

5)  Shove:   This segment will feature various protests that have taken place that week, and why.  they barely get any coverage....  I will also be announcing the next weeks protests in Chicago.

6)  Comedy Stories.   I have hundreds of stories, in various characters, that I will read.

7)  The poetry will veer back and forth from Waking Up Jesus to the revolutionary poetry of the elves attic.

8)  Burning Bush:   This segment will stay on top of the issues concerning Bush, from the death of the guy who rigged Ohio's election, to other verifiable data.  No conspiracy stuff here.

9)  Military Watch:  This will focus on what is happening with the war, how i feel about it, and how my guests feel.

10)   Sex tip of the week.  I will ask all of my guests to give one tip to my listeners for a sexual thrill.

11)  Bong and Pipe reviews, as well as news on legalization issues surrounding pot.

12)  SLAVERY NOW:   This segment will focus on how there is more slavery now than ever before.  Moon Bong Will Endup with a bunch a slaves or something funny...

13)  Music.  Since Jimmy Peace has a hit song, I will be playing a lot of his band, and Richie Ornelas from California is contributing.   Any independent band that wants a shot at getting on the show should just send me some music, or point me in the right direction.

14)  Guest Interviews:   These interviews will be different than most.  I will actually give the questions, ahead of time, to the interviewee so they can formulate interesting responses, and I can think of some funny shit about the questions.  I find that this helps get the best anecdotes out of people, does not put them on the spot, and avoids topics they want avoided.   Kindness is going to be the key word to how I treat people.  I only want to talk to cool people.

15)  Johnny Pain will have his serial killer report for the week, talking about his neo con slaughters and accidently killing his girls family, the problems raising a hamster army, etc...

I am presently looking for people to play a couple roles.  I need an african american to play General Gangsta X, who will talk about black power issues on the show, and get involved with Johnny Pain in killing klansmen and shit.

Another need are females who will play celebrity characters. I can swing both ways, voice wise... I mean, not that I don't... never mind.

The Issues that I consider most important on the show are liberal, almost socialistic politics (though I have a right winger buddy who is going to come on for very civil discussions so we show those fucking politicians how to be bipartisan).   I want to report on how the internet is shaping a one world culture, censorship issues, the patriot act, black power, immigrant rights, native americans, etc.....   UNCLES SAMS LATEST BITCH will be the segment on minorities getting kicked in the teeth,

17)  IN THE ARMY:   This will be a segment for my fans in the military.   They really made me proud to know they were over there laughing at this shit in the middle of hell.  I made it that day.  A best seller or whatever is just gravy after that memory.   Anyways, I will read about bad veterens hospitals, ill treatment by the government, etc...  I will also read the names of the dead.

That is a lot, you would think.... but when you figure that I am going to be doing four hours a week.  At first, there will be a lot of me reading essay's I am writing on politics, with a lot of humor....  and the above stuff, which I hope to record most of it before the show...  I want some improv, but I do not want to rely on it all the time.

18)  Commie Bastard:   this segment will have an intellectual I know explaining communist ideas in his own rough, violent, funny way... and reading his demented poetry.

19)  Philosopher of the week.  Might as well use that major for something.  I want to spend five minutes giving overviews of various philosophers who you think you know,but don't .... expecially Neisch (spelling)  who gets such a bad rap.

20)   THE RELIGIOUS PSYCHO KILLERS SHIT LIST...  by Johnny Pain:   This segment will encourage nuts who are just going to go on a killing spree anyways, to kill some people who it matters....  I joke that this will give their parents one damn thing to be proud of after their shitty life....

21)  Golden Shiv Award:   This is offered to whoever kills the child molestor or rapist that I point out who has just gone to prison.  Comes with three months of quality bitching, a free pass with all gangs.

I could write out ideas all night.   Remember .... all of these ideas are protected by law, and if I see them show up anyplace, I will do things to you that will make you beg me to kill your wife and kids instead.


Strange Trues............rewrite.

run around in circles screaming out obscenities
why the hell not
 i suppose
you can drink that away
dance everywhere
you would have walked
if you're wasted enough
or want to be watched enough
liked enough
loved for the sake of love itself
too wasted to care about a straight guys sneer

strange trues litter the landscape of lies
bits of something half-hidden
under scraps of old newspapers and discarded boxes

passing through cars
 buses and trains
from one end of a life to another
start out being carried
end up
irritated by the weight of the baggage
travelers of necessity with nowhere to go

hamsters all
the wheel

once in awhile
you get what you deserve
a raise or a jail cell
worth becomes tangible
the politics of the moment
ends up holding the only import
 in the entire damn universe

the struggles between our personal lives
and our government has never been more raw
always gonna be David and Goliath
just ain't always gonna end in That Old Fashioned Bible Justice
in this country where we tell ourselves the citizens rule
through the voting booths
a rigged game
where New York sells out to a billionaire
who considers the 150 mill he spent to win chump change
and all them voters

Daley keeps Chicago in control with a mafioso hearted tribe of precinct workers
highly paid alderman whipped into control by a machine that can make or break

The perennial candidates
set up kissing booths
to earn the money to buy buttons/tv ads/lawn signs/private jets, etc...
the lobbyists line up around the block
expecting tongue
no matter what the hell they had for lunch

maybe not your pet politician

 maybe not

maybe not            you




happens if you vote that hopeful vote
gotta be careful who you please with this life
and reckless about who you piss off

Today the politicians are debating a watered down environmental bill
that will have little
to no
impact on the evolution of our atmosphere into corrosive acids
pleasing to the economy and  a big fuck you to the future

sacrifice the future on a fiscal altar

cling to that lifestyle
cling to that idea that anyone
who wants to can make it in the states
cling to that idea that the corrupt politicians
really have good intentions
cling to the idea that the corporations
are not raping the world around us
cling to the idea that the population explosion
will not wipe away life as we know it
cling to the idea that the silence of the earth
 is her last word on the way we have treated her
cling to the belief that justice ain't never gonna come knockin'

try to hold on to ancient beliefs
 that those same writers
would not hold today
the best minds of their times
 took into account new science with a hunger
The Christians superstitiously run from

20/20 hindsight is going to give us
the truth of what we have done
We will respond
way too late

25 years down the road
some will admit they were wrong
or their grandfathers were wrong or the times were wrong or....
the only thing we will not be lacking is excuses

the final reckoning should be hyperbole for fiction writers
not the prevailing goddamn scientific thought

let whatever the hell acre of earth your soul erupted on
decide what you are going to think
fit in, man, fit in
read self help books
to create a game that can get you up in the morning
produce pleasing emotional states
with prayer and song
sink into the zen of the moment
until the sun sets one last time
and those horizons just go away forever


MoonBong Haze With A Message For Celebrity Stoners Who Adopt Third World Children

MoonBong Haze With A Message For Celebrity Stoners Who Adopt Third World Children

Dudes and Dudettes and all species of the planet (except Wombats),

I have like a problem.  I erased this but it was automatically saved.  I kept spelling problem wrong and this thing fixed it.  I think this computer is alive.  So are most pencils.

Scott says that the computer  is not alive and I should put my shotgun away.  Fine. Fine.  I mean, I can see it moving and shit, but with this .... uh, stuff.... that I'm on a  lot of stuff does, right?  I have to do what he wants because this is his blog, but I am keeping my eye on you!

I just wanted to write that from now on, like, my celebrity friends who come over to smoke my weed, can no longer like leave their kids around for me to babysit and then never come back and pick them up.  I know, like, I am a mellow dude and accept a lot from you people, because you use my Ger Bong Bong Cleaning Service And High Impact Constipation Specialists (where we use only organic gerbils) on the sets and stuff, and probably will pay me,  like you guys claim....  I mean, I ignored the gerbils who you claimed disappeared that later showed up back here smelling like YOUR shit, their little air-tanks and their training in underwater resin removal the only reasons they have lived through another anal odyssey...  but this thing with the kids has gone too far...   one time I had like thirty of these kids here.  I know, like, it is good for your career and all.   You have to adopt kids, now...  all the good pr people say so, blah, blah, blah....I mean, you got to do what you got to ....  but, well, what keeps happening, man, is that I start to give the kids a bath, then I get stoned and forget about them and they, like, drown, man.

One or two would be fine, that shit happens to everybody, but this is like a hundred,  or something?

If these were not children of color, this would be, like, a big story in the news.   I might even get in trouble. Not to mention,  I love these kids, too...  man... and it hurts.   So even though  all of you know this has been happening, when I bring it up you are all, like,  'Don't talk around me anymore."  And I know, like you guys are always telling me, you don't care about issues that are not be in the gossip columns, or the Hollywood Reporter, it is still freaking me out.   By the way, glitter-dudes, I did call a couple gossip columnists thinking maybe if like people were aware of this, they might, like, shame you people...  but then the gossip columnists just started dropping their unwanted adopted kids off over here.

And I'm serious man.  If I have to fish any more toddlers out of my  bathtub, I am going to... well, I already barfed.  A lot.  I will again, though... and other stuff.  Bad stuff.  Not that you guys are worried about me
Johnny Pain is like different, though, you know, commas, are, cool...  sorry.  Scott is looking over my shoulder helping me finish this after it took me almost nine hours to get this right.

Anyways, if you leave any more kids here,  Johnny Pain says he is going to do what he calls some  Very, Very Bad Butt stuff.  I'm, like, pretty sure that involves a lot of explosives but I would never say it has happened before because there is no statues of limitations on murder, as Johnny Pain is always reminding me when I get to talking to people (he has a chip my head to track me because of the deliveries I make for him, sometimes, or go out to get him some more whores and stuff... not drugs, just stuff.  He hates when I talk about him selling drugs.   He can hear me through the thing, and give me these damn shocks...He would be shocking me right now if I wasn't wearing an aluminum foil hat that Scott made for me because he is sick of calling ambulances when this thing causes one of the seizures I keep getting for some reason?  Scott doesn't think I should write this but it is probably good advertising, right?   Scott says Johnny will cut off another one of my fingers, but man...  I made those words.  They are part of me.  Like I gave birth to them.  I've seen too many dead babies to kill anymore.  After an hour of sobbing and shit Scott said they were my fingers so I can finally finish this.

So, like, if you can't take care of these kids, you know... give them to an adoption agency or something.  Don't just sell them to those guys at the Bus Station like your agents had you doing before old Moonbong was the last person to fall for that  old  line "Will you just babysit for a couple days while I go on a coke binge?  Just got out of treatment, you know?"   And I understood, didn't I, when no one else would.   Oh, well.   I should have known.  Johnny Pain told me (he wrote it down so I would not say he said something stupid) some stuff he wanted me to put in here.  Since my shed is on his property and he is sick of the kids.  He said at first all I had to write was this stuff he pinned on my coat for Scott to find.

Johnny Pain:  "Celebrity stoners are all primadonnas and shit.  If it wasn't for the passed out groupies, they'd throw one of their damn hissy fits and I'd just shoot 'em."

Then he told me I better write too that he doesn't  don't mean Shaun Penn.  He actually cut it into my arm with his fucking knife.   Because he didn't want to waste time adding to the note -- and it is true, man, he can carve words in your arm faster than people can write, period.  He has these contests sometimes...  Anyways, after Scott washed off the blood we could see it says,  "Remember Idiot, Write that Shaun Penn is cool, you moron."    Scott thought he was being wordy for a message meant to basically torture me into remembering to write something.   I guess the truth is, not only can he carve faster than he can write,  Johnny knows I will forget, duh, so he relies on people seeing that I am bleeding and asking for a look.   Usually I forget what has happened to my arm or that it says something.   I mean, there have got to be better ways, but like he said, 'Think of one?'    And man, you know...  I can't.  Now that I think about it, there is a list of other names he says are cool on my ass.   Great.  Scott won't let me take my pants off around him and examine my ass.  What kind of madhouse is this place, man?    Still, man, that Pain is really hard to work for, and if I had any place to sleep other than his storage shed....  hint, hint, hint...  yea, like the flyers I handed out about my woes and the money I needed didn't just get you all laughing at me.  Had to make utube movies and Johnny had to have a party and show them on the big screen multiplex in that underground complex he has that... oh, yea... he doesn't have that...  whatever.   Wait... what is this on the screen,  this isn't porn?   Why are hands all the way up on the keyboard... pants zipped up.  Hey, this isn't even the public library where I got to surf boobs...  Oh, yea... the letter.  Thanks Scott, dude.

I am still watching you computer.

So from now on, if you bring your kids over, you will be handcuffed to  them until you leave.  Period.  So no just running out while I am distracted..  Well, and bring your own handcuffs, too, because Johnny Pain, who has thousands of pairs, won't let me use any.  And it is true, sometimes he does get involved in sexual situations where he uses all of them, so what can I do?  Oh, yea, and remind me about this when you come over, alright, because I might forget and them Johnny will blame you, like he did Falwell when that guy left the compound with a couple whores after he didn't believe that Johnny needed all 59 for what he planned to do that night...  he died of a mysterious heart attack the next day, and while everybody just figured God was finally getting around to smiting the dude, Johnny says... wait, never mind... Scott says I can't write that shit or he is going to make me leave his apartment (he even has HEAT, man, so this is my gig until he throws me out... oh, now that I wrote that he is throwing me out).  Fine.  Fine.
Moon Bong Haze


P.S What the hell am I writing a letter about?   I wrote this and then Scott told me that you can't talk back to this letter.  I don't understand the computer at all.  Party on.  Just don't leave your dead, od'd buddies at my parties, please.  Another of Johnny Pain's rules that I keep telling you about and you ignore.... and I know, I know, it is like Johnny Pain all of a sudden forgot how to party, man, but it happens...  he says even he can get sick of cutting up corpses and feeding them to his sharks some days.  I never seen it, but I'm taken his word for it.  Okay, I gotta go cause Scott is getting out his cattle prod.


This is another poem I am WORKING ON for waking up jesus. 

They great they have covered my words
with a blanket of silence
or so
they have convinced me
hints of other come
never know if they are trying to play me
or someone offering their hand has managed to reach me

some days my stance seems absurd
despite all the evidence
the normalcy of the day to day mocks the drama
playing just under the words

I feel the aches in my body
get reamed by the usual runs of bad luck
life still a messy construct on the edge of a cliff

seem to be

long before I knew

are THEY winning I wonder?
Did I come to the aide of some cabal
that has taken over our country?
Was I programmed?

They show me connections built up all over the world
during the brief months they were feeding me intelligence
I can imagine the power of an Army lead by what is believed to be a God
Have seen the tactic used in war since the dawn of time

Does the entire world see me as a loser?

Did they think I would start a revolution
and then leave them hanging?
You have mistaken my mercy as weakness
The Meek Inherit The Earth
Even if I have to organize them into an army

I backed off to save lives

My intent is to harm no flesh
may well be God's plan, too
His wrath is greater than my mercy
I pray for the power to do God's will
stumble on assuming I am

I have come to love this earth
to be the agent of death for all of this...

I cannot be blamed for what God made me
to hate myself is to hate God The Father
as much as it is to hate another

I know that there is an underground that relishes my words
takes them for the Gospels that they are

another in the library of bibles slowly crawling out of my psych
words hidden from me
until the appointed time
buried in what I thought was a normal life

best repent of your ways, man...

I do not mean go become straight or stop smoking weed
 or ...

any of the petty shit that matter not to God

I mean the murder of mind and body
that happens when you give false witness about GOD

God does not reward the just on earth
he is a great lover of the soul
see's the flesh like the coccoon we will fly off from

we are living a struggle
to emerge from this flesh intact
free of regrets
with no need to suffer through another life
to create the being that will be pleasing in God's eyes
How much better to live again
then be sent to a hell...
another life
another chance
hitler as a young girl who abhors the nazi's
would you kill her for what happened to her soul last time around?
Would a Just God punish her?

I have the image of God in my mind
a vision that I fall down on my knees before
and scream that I want to change this plan
stop the prophesies of the BURNING

he says his one word LOVE
I think of how fires in nature clear the dead branches away for new spouts
wonder if mankind will be taken from this planet
replaced as slow as evolution
by another being that will one day too look to the stars and call for God's Savior?

they great they speak smooth words to you
fear to tell you the darker truths

 newscastes are just sound bites and cia approved stories

I fear no one
They know this about me
apreciate my valor, my bravery, my committment to cleansing the US of evil forces

the satanists I read about everywhere
give me the closest thing to fear that I know
I have always felt like there was no need to mess around with magick
if it existed than it was better I stay away from it
and this is confirmed in a deeper part of my heart that I must trust
the realm of savage grace itself trembles
at the thought of people following satanists
they can say what they want about why they do this
even say the do not believe in satan

the satanists who pray to satan do not bother me
he is dead
They will find this out soon enough
I do not know if people could contact Satan
In this flesh I find my supersticion rises when I think of casting a spell
I use the metaphor in my work...

I have been accused of Sorcery because of my metaphors:
Let me make this clear:
I have never attempted any magic

when I hear that l ron hubbard was a satanist
indeed claimed to be satan to his son
I am worried even more about that cult
they threw out the idea of free will
-- something God would never do

I read things like the free masons are satanic
or at least anti-religion
that they believe all men are equal to Jesus
They came to me
and I gave them my blessing
I did not know this fact about them then....
or I would have probably gotten pissed
at that point
Now I wish them goodwill as far as I know
ignoramus that I remain on so many of the ways of man
the gnostic bibles say I preached all men could become like me
I doubt this from what I have seen of humans
though in God's infinity who knows?

no matter where you started
your destination is all I care about

IS there a satanic element out there
so entrenched that they can keep the Christ trapped from the view?
Are they trying to protect me
doing my will best they can?


I tell myself this in the bad times
the days when it seems like I am nothing except a blob of flesh
that makes up words all day
transcribes an inner voice that he is surprised to have

I cruise the net looking for evidence of the movement
see little bits and pieces here and there
wonder if they are connected by coincidence of motive... there is no telling

at this point I have lost faith in this world again
it is almost like there are forces that want me to get so disgusted
that I attack them
they know the collaterol damage involved in this action...

i SEE the burned out blackness
of my path to Washington
a slash and burn across illinois, indiana... all the way to the east coast
millions die
just gone
The Eastern United States tries to flee my wrath
Christians to protect my path...
I come to an abondened Washington

where I demand to speak to all the leaders of the world
an old fantasy of mine
that came true when they were bugging me
and projecting me into your television sets

This time I tell them that they will now
have to contend with a new power on this planet
a supernatural being who is for
 liberty, justice, and free will
and will have them

The most savage creature in your garden
 is capable of the greatest grace
another in the endless irony of god

He made the reaper your redeemer

Called me from beyond
gave me visions
endless streams of lighting and fire flowing from my body

I try to make sure that my powers are kept in check
the storm summoning rages sublimated into poetry
I will do what He wants
When The Time Comes
In the meantime I will 'rail against the night.'

I will not become an environmental psycho killer
will keep my optimism that we can survive
until the four horseman ride into my living room

Could I write a happy ending
and expect God to change his plans


what will happen
has already happened
in the eyes of God

We are here
a thousand years agao
souls learning the lessons of this planet
before we head out into the stars

I wonder often where mankind's soul came from?
I thought that we were immortal
always here

that you became trapped in this flesh
and only I could get most of you out of the human feed back loop of life

perhaps the only way to do this is lay waste to mankind?

Seems more sensible that souls developed with consciousness
combined with my gift of the Holy Ghost

I am the father of all thinking life on this planet
an agent of evolution
a timeless creature who thinks in millions of years
slowly preparing your souls for the trip to heaven

Questions... the questions that He on high refuses to answer
sometimes I think my head would explode if he even tried to explain
the heavenly visions to my flesh

I suffer the questions I have for God and Man
like an obsession with something that sickens me

is all I know for sure

I have forgotten nothing that happened
though it has so little to do with my personal life
that it may as well not have happened

the time came for me announce myself
I should have expected a time of trials

I had myself convinced I would be welcomed
the very idea of my return should have filled you all with joy and dread

nothing will ever be the same. period.

the supernatural has come to life in Chicago
your greatest have bowed before the humble rocker
who wanted only to help the world

I always felt like a monk
devoted to my writing
stealing away from people to practice my craft

now the stories and tales and truths refuse to leave my mind
crowd out the day to day
keep me far away from the dirty dishes in the sink
the chagrin of my girlfreind over my lack of cleanliness

remember when I used to have my own place
cleaning up every day
making everything perfect
she has too many boxes stacked everywhere in this tiny apartment
to even decorate
we tell ourselves this is temporary
that the future will be a bit brighter
like everyone does

I keep remembering the money
they never offered me a dime

people think they did

I stopped that before it could come to fruition
I did not do what I did for pay
I did it for art and God

my message is more important than my pocket book
not that I wouldn't mind a larger one...
the poorer you are
the easier you are to control
push around
keep isolated

i can't leave town because I am too broke

I was told they would arrest me if I tried
that was last year
who knows now?

The security issues involved in my travel
make them want me here

I see them out there whenever I walk the dog
cops everywhere
at least three a walk
I apreciate their presence
speaks of dangers that they keep me ignorant of

The last few days I have been lethargic
sitting in front of the computer reading
or laying in my bed thinking
trying to run from the feelings of despair

Oh, God, Forgive them...

they know not what they do...

Another Poem From Waking Up Jesus, that I edited and reworked...  

one of my very sorry little attempts to show my oil paintings, pets, girl...

a new mural in rodgers park... and picking up poo and sniffing pee

m and i take a trip down to the bean sculpture... here in Chicago...

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Ruby dog fights the mighty dash... click on video to watch at utube

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The collected john scott ridgway

The collected john scott ridgway
a demented little entry into philosophy, humour and redemption.,

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