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

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


A blood soaked Arthur has risen



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










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
    only by -- YOUR OWN DISBELIEF IN YOUR POWER TO IGNITE...
    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
e

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.



2011/08/22

various Waking Jesus


by scott

05/03/08
12:graves of unknown soldiers line our paths

"in the center of the city in the night
waiting for you

I did everything... everything I wanted
I let them use you for their own ends."

the killers


They Great They keep me from getting emails, phone calls, etc...

one day I came into the radio station and found someone had broke into my blog

wrote an entry titled If U R DON U Go To Jail.

I wrote back that I am not a don.... never a don
I am a thesbi-pain, and something of a "preacher."

This person began leaving messages back and forth on my blog

They told me my mother is a tiger
hinting she is a communist spy... or a leftist...
I am not sure what they mean, who they are
or if they are telling the truth

By then I am too astounded that I exist to think about much else
the world is going thru weird convulsions over me and I have no way
of breaking out of the little illusion they have me living in...


I am still becoming aware of how the world is looking at my royalty
which I have always taken as an interesting joke and possible genetic reasons
for the traits of leadership, etc... nothing too meaningful at all
I never had no fantasies of being a king...
they always disgusted me
until I read into my family history and saw a lot of good people....


I write back that my mother is a lion
the writer insists, NO YOur mother is a tiger.

they were telling me... perhaps
that my mother is a communist spy under deep cover
or that the origins of my campaign are communist...
I take the literal stand then and now I don't know...
the label makes sense of her insane conversion to mediocrity
in mid-life when she gave up the union and went company
going from a president to the enemy...

I then assume when they tell me people are going to jail
that they are talking about her
a woman who has spent her life serving her fellow man...
They Learned Of My Wrath That night
saw the lightening come crashing down into the lake around me
suffered the floods and fires

I will fight for any parties right to assert their vision into this american dream



I respect communists for what they are trying to do
have no missionary zeal for pressing myself on anyone
obviously I think they should be able to be religious
though there are a lot of good reasons for being judicious
about which con men you let into your garden

I respect the athiests view for what they have rejected
not what they embrace
Nietsche will always have my love
His place is ripping down the rot of religions
allowing the flowering of the truths of the latest Spring

The Arthurian myth of Christ appealed to me the most
made sense in my heritage
I could remember being King Arthur
feel him think like him
his royal rages and the broken heart that made him whole

I began to think of myself as a hidden king
taken away from England when the Hapsburgs snagged the throne
other times it seemed like I was always in the shadows
A Royal Goodfellow feeding words to Shakespeare
at a time when being associated with the theatre
was too unseemly
would have lost me too much power
the power I needed to sheild the people charged to me
from the privations of the unfavored


(taken from a play on the corner that I took to be a hint...
sorry I did not know enough to go to bat for them
when they told me they were having trouble getting a permit;
I had it in my mind then that someone would just come talk to me
sooner or later
about why people were treating me like they are
I watch too many cops shows, believe the nightly news a bit too much
expected the world to hold few secrets from someone like me


I woke up hating crucifixes
...wanting every icon of that bloody day destroyed
...melted down and fed to the poor
...turned into aids medication
... spent educating

& loving everyone
even as I despised the unholy icons
they had turned themselves into

Why I wondered would God make me an agnostic
a youthful slut
a try sexual man
with a streak of monogamy
a writer without hope or wonder
a mopey man with a crippled back
barely noticed by his fellows
a liar taught by the best
with an addiction to excitement
and a death wish
espoused in violent, comic prose
irreverent and anti-religion?


HOW COULD GOD MAKE A PLAN THAT I DISSAPROVE OF?

I had only to look at
the last time I shrugged off the costume of flesh
and revealed the spirit who walks

The Romans crucified me while my people cheered
and my friends hid their faces

"When they come for you
Just one thing I ask of you
please forget you know my name."

The Grateful Dead


I have spread the infection of survaillance and torture
a lightening rod
for everything including the cloak of intelligence

How Could Christ Advocate War?

I remember then the vengence of god
is bloody and swift
the flesh a breif flash in immortality

I go over the stories I wrote before I woke up
searching for clues of what I seemed to know even then
the ignored mysteries of myself

remember how I feel like I am translating other voices
i wrote about being a judgement sent to earth
what at first seemed a self-fullfilling prophecy when I thought people were rallying
under my flag for a revivalist movement,
a revolution of the spirit
Strikes me now as the will of God

the weight of the world settling down on my shoulders

I have always dreamt of a rightous path through life
I was offered inadequate religions and duplicitous governments
that act like my intellectual enemy

there is much blood from my birth


a part of me knows how to be a brutal soldier
rose up in my psyche
a creature coaxed up by the fierce fighting
to free this planet from despots and false gods

I began to trust only the voice
during the worlds' worst convulsions
I sought consoul and none came
buried myself in my words
amazed by the inspiration

They thought I would come out to be welcomed
I wanted to...

Everyone in my life acted as if
nothing was happening
played me until I settled down into my alter ego

they gave me hints
then knew enough to hide their words
from the inevitable survaillance

I hoped by inviting the law into the party they would do some bouncing
I never feel like I have anything to hide besides weed... and that is absurd

wrote:

the war wizened general tells his astounded officers
we keep no secrets
not even from the least of our enemies
we will need them in the end
to lead us from this forest of lies

I knew that they would sooner or later try to lie about everything that happened
and I wanted, at any cost, for there to be a true record of this christ
film that cannot be disputed and displayed to prop up empty preisthoods

I made sure that they would have to kill me to shut me up
then I proved to them
I am their LAST HOPE



I look at a lot of my words and they only make sense now

others come from some blind inspiration of the drugs and the power
and how fucking serious I take this life...
I do not know what to do with the contradictions in my tale

should I weave them into a narrative of speculation
add to the wall of lies we hide from ourselves behind
with my best guesses?

I have caste spells of war
since the innocent first required protection


the revolt truly happens in words
they create the future slow enough
to lessen the conflicts between generations
--the fires that ignite
when the ways that have worked work no more

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the white picket fence
by scott

23/01/08
4:35 AM
they want you to surround their houses
stand in silent sentinel
outside of their charmed lives


THEY GREAT THEY
made you
the white picket fence
that keeps your family
off the pampered lawns of the elite

soon it will be time
to turn your weapons on them for a change

the great I inside us all
will emerge
become one creature
fighting through a universe
OF SAVAGE GRACE

we could be a praxis for peace
begin to finally feel worthy of the best of us

Soldiers? Front and center!



they want you to surround their houses
stand in silent sentinel
outside of their charmed lives

THEY GREAT THEY
made you
the white picket fence
that keeps your family
off the pampered lawns of the elite

soon it will be time
to turn your weapons on them for a change

the great I inside us all
will emerge
become one creature
fighting through a universe
OF SAVAGE GRACE

we could be a praxis or peace
begin to finally feel worthy of the best of us

they want you to surround their houses
stand in silent sentinel
outside of their charmed lives
Soldiers? Front and center!



they want you to surround their houses
stand in silent sentinel
outside of their charmed lives

THEY GREAT THEY
made you
the white picket fence
that keeps your family
off the pampered lawns of the elite

soon it will be time
to turn your weapons on them for a change

the great I inside us all
will emerge
become one creature
fighting through a universe
OF SAVAGE GRACE

we could be a praxis or peace
begin to finally feel worthy of the best of us

THEY GREAT THEY
made you
the white picket fence
that keeps your family
off the pampered lawns of the elite

soon it will be time
to turn your weapons on them for a change

the great I inside us all
will emerge
become one creature
fighting through a universe
OF SAVAGE GRACE

we could be a praxis or peace
begin to finally feel worthy of the best of us
off the pampered lawns of the elite

soon it will be time
to turn your weapons on them for a change

the great I inside us all
will emerge
become one creature
fighting through a universe
OF SAVAGE GRACE

we could be a praxis or peace
begin to finally feel worthy of the best of us
by scott

23/01/08
2:56 AM
KITS FOR PEACE AND PIPEDREAMS


1)JOHNNY PAIN king for a day
THE PAINTRIX...Reports start coming in that black clad troops fighting under the name of Johnny pain have taken over the world.... Johnny will not admit something is up.... Until troops burst into the radio station... johnny then announces to the world that he has taken over and the world will now be called paintopia.
2) LUSH'S gangster Gerbong Seance: SHE calls the ghosts of various mobsters.2
3)Pain Protests No Kill shelters saying they don't have the balls to kill and he wants to do the puppes. He gets in aruement With The 0Hasn't.0 He will not listen reason, he keeps saying it's all because they don't have the balls.
4)Alein Hit and Run – Woodstock won't pass joint, Moon bong attacks him .... They crash into an alein ship.... there is no one around at first, and they decide not to call the cops.. they talk themselves into a hit and run, even though some are dead. Then they notice that one is alive and writing down their plate number.... Woodstock bombs him and they take off.
5)Johnny Gives Brittany and Paris their own states, and they promptly go to war for his affection. Pissing off Moonbong... they end up on the Jerry Springer show... He tries to mediate and they get in huge cat fight. They are both ugly and can't be superstars... Moonbong see's his chance... they decide that now they are ugly, they have to make nichole ugly too.. Moobong says he doesn't mind that they lost eyes, their hair, limbs,.... claims he will smoke weed in their honor, and promptly forgets.
6)Gilford Tuttle hates jews and says they must drink pig milk. It's like liquid pork... comes with a bloody christ on a crucifix in a snow bubble in festive red and green...”Yes, we do believe that Jesus has saved me, and he can save you too, just buy pigmilk. No American Express, that card is demonic, and will not touch it... And remember the only way to save your wretched soul is send me money.
And remember, we also need money to help Hamas fight the evil, evil Jews... You can go to my blog, or my podcast to show how much you hate those Christ killers!! They took the baby jesus and nailed him to a cross,... that little baby you see in the nativity scenes died bloody and screaming into an empty sky.

Jesus: Gilford, you can't tell people that they are going to hell if they do not drink pig milk. That is just offensive to Jews, like your while rant. You know I was born a Jew once.
Gilford: You're not now.
Jesus: I'm just me in this life, with no church to define me... You're punishment is I'm taking away your church .... you're going back to preaching in that tin shed behind your house, where only you're family can listen to your ranting.

7)Commercial Vignette: Mood Music. St. Peter is there and a line of people. He says to the first people, oklay we have your accomadations ready, we just need a credit card... What? We didn't realize there was money in heaven.
Then They only have american express, which St. Peter won't take./

Voice Over: For every where you want to be, in this life or the next, VISA is the only choice.

8)Haze Family At Dinner Table: Liberty says she has terrible gas.... let's out a huge fart. Long Dong Johnson comes flying out of her ass...
9)Moonbong gets a bunch of pot pies, because he thinks they have weed in them. He eats hundreds of them, and Woodstock claims there is weed. He sold them to moonbong, telling hm they come from Alaska where they are legal. He becomes horribly obese, and only a Maury Povic Show intervention, where they cut him out of the house, works. He is then taken to a hospital, and some of the fat is used to give him a twelve inch dick.
10) Dies and she goes to heaven and is at god's foot. “I tried really hard. What did I do wrong? God starts laughing and then says she lost her kids... Brittany rationalizes this, saying she did not want to give up her baby the night she was thrown in hospital... and showing her quim.
11)Ultimate Fighting: Moonbong still has a vagina hole.; Woodstock and Him fight... He got the vagina hole because Woodstock sent his picture to Hustler, and got him in Playboy... The announcer guy announces like it is a big boxing match. Woodstock's knick name is My Brother Has A vagina Hole Haze...
12) Harry pothead: He went to wizard school. He can never remember the exact spell because of all the weed he smokes. Harry Pothead seems to be Woodstock's imaginary freind.... they all talk to him.. moonbong; he wants him to caste a spell. The other character's know he is there... But they act like they can. They are playing like they don't belive in him, and even though they talk to him, they say they do not belive in him. W@oodstock taunts harry potter. SAYING THAT his 'wand' is pretty tiny. Harry Castes a spell on Woodstock giving a vagina hole. Woodstock whines and whines about this. Moonbing becomes like, I will give him my penis if he shuts up.... Harry Pothead gave him a vagina hole. He loves it, gets laid all the time, and then... the day comes when he has a pound stashed in his vagina hole... and his period makes it all bloody. The Only Who Will Buy the Weed With Bllood is Johnny Pain.
13) MOONBONG 00n agent for Hemp:
Moon has a whole new life, with women and a car and a basket. He is going to Playboy mansion, etc... He goes to His Q, a scientist who gives him devices. He gets a one hitter that is actually a blow dart. Never breath in...” Other devices he gives him. Lazor roach clip. Exploding bong. Moonbong goes to hotel and all these women come in to party and he is all cool and happy and can barely beleive it is happening... they all get blown up by the paraphenicalla. He calls Hemp to get rid of the bodies... a cleaner comes over.

A woman comes to the door who is a foreign agent. He figures out who she is, screws her... then offers her one of the exploding bongs.

14)jESUS GETS STONED ON shrooms and turns everyone into telletubbines. Only four names... La LA, tinky winky, Ho, dipsy (do internet search to get names). Everyone outside of the radio station is a teletubbie, and the society slowly breaks down. They end up eating each other.
God checks it out, becuase he is kind of pissed.
a trace of truth
by scott

16/01/08
6:18 AM





the conspiracies are hinted at in the media
whispered
between the radicals

we are in active revolt
subverting the agenda of the neoCONs who would enslave us all to their dark visions
of only the cream rising to the top
and what the hell about those left behind


You Will
legislate Noblesse Oblige
claim what the ignoble barons
refuse to give up to fix
the toxic dumps they leave
behind with their corporate crusades
Tax the rich to feed the poor
and raise their standards of living
before they rage against
your blood-streaked castles
and the frantic winds of fate
leave you at the mercy
of the peasants you causally despised

I have come across time and space
through universes and dimensions and indescribable realms that flash into my mind
as thoughts too huge for my head
overwhelming
a feeling like I will never be able to inhale again
as if breath itself has left me alone

a translator of the spirits words

sent in this time
NOW
to put my finger
in the crack
in the Dyke
holding back
an ocean of blood

I reel around and confront the spies
huddling in packs behind my back
assure them I am The One
that My Magic is nothing
they ever
want to fuck with...

scream at them
like some raging madman,
"I will not be a judge
in their court of impossible standards!!
You will not silence me!!
You will not convince me freedom
is bought with anything less than blood!"
No American express card
is donating to this fund
with your every purchase."


the artists paint un-noticed
singers sing for drunken dancers
ministers preach for those romantically involved
with their religious icons

"You used to be so amused
by napoleon in rags
and the language that he used . . .
he calls to you
you can't refuse" Bob Dylan


the explosive discontent
seethes inside the kids shooting up malls
classrooms
each other

dreams starving to be dreamt

as we live paycheck to paycheck
crouched between our bills
cursing at roaches
living for the occasional surge of hope
a 'pay day' feeling

we blow our exhaust into the blue sky
commit suicide slow as a liver breaking down
as instantaneous as a shot gun
a hot shot hypo
as final as a prisoner
discouraged and discarded
hanging in
a cell
in Cook County Jail

I once told you:
when I first started waking up
DO NOT GIVE ME POWER
give me your hungry, your sick, your poor

you thought I wanted to give them a blue pill
get them out of the way
create a new world on their bones...
brought forth a Nazi vision of efficiency
asked me to march to a forgotten band
to resurrect some sixth reich

I just wanted the means to care
for the
ones you decided to write out
of your hero's tales

this world doesn't need another
barker for democracy

calling on the huddled masses
to flee their dictators
and come live in a dream
we have of ourselves

work yourself to death
to shop at the better stores
to buy yourself a knife to cut
a few pouches of flesh from under your eyes
make your reflection in the mirror
seem more like before you knew
you were mortal





you don't need another politician
running for office

You need a spirit waking
savage grace
the whisper that only the holy ghost hears

I can give off great warmth
that sometimes burns

association with the Great Challenger
can only lead to confrontations in the flesh
the spirit is the only oasis in this hellish planet


the only true freedom will come
when a circle of voices sit at a table
where all concerns are equal
One Species Under God

we must emerge from the myths of nationalists
isolationists and fools

give all children a peaceful path thru the carnage
protected by armed missionaries

we must surround
the embattled animals and children
BAYONETS DRAWN
protective always of the unique
respectful of the truths of the times
our ancestors acted witihin
the fields of truth
they could no more escape than death

this page is my throne
these sentences my kingdom
my stories my spells

the people who inspired me
are innocent of ever entering
into any pact with the devilry of chaos
they are innocent
all of their sins are my burden
I will take responsibility for the actions

I asked for peace and you said no
I asked for war and you marched along...

You wondered who
I would choose
after I said you were all chosen

I told you the truth as it came to me
unbidden from the spirit world
the ramifications of the powers given me
have turned my life into a symbolic performance

I resent most of all the secrets my enemies keep
I should have been told from the start
that I started growing wings at five
that I was a king
that people were watching me
claiming I was performing miracles
a messiah...

Perhaps those who manipulated me
never thought I would wake up?
Did you mistake me for someone
you could lead around thru
pompous ceremonies
institutionalizing your power
for these next thousand years
as I reign from this quiet room
in my flesh
and on high when this burden of life is lifted

Speculation as to why you do this to me
is a pack of rats eating away
at my squirming brain

They told me bush had ordered a 120 million
dollar crown

did he think I would accept this crown?
at the time I thought it was for him...

I refused to let you make me a king
blew up your disney fantasy
of the Lion King returning to reign
over all the animals...

the shy wizard walks thru rogers park
tries to smile and greet
as the music in his ears
talks of soldiers and god and angels
and the coming revolt

I see how my emergence is effecting everyting
the dollar rocked when they realized
I was playing them for intelligence
I made that damn thing go over 14k
to show them that I can
and I will take it to 0 if I have to


I have reached out to everyone
shown my heart
humor
tears
the fallibility you never expected
the humility that you need to share

a core of lightening and fire
a creature who can beckon storms and lightening and fire and soldiers

a creature whose desires manifest
like a twilight zone prophecy

a TRUTH
who arrived in a Trojan horse of fiction...

a cosmology that surprises the messenger
most of all

a christ who had to teach by example
in a world that only wants fame and wealth

I had to write
don't want fame no more no more
to show you that I am not about the money


they great they want me to become
an unholy icon in their anti-passion play
I am not here for my benefit
that should be obvious to all of you
after the pile of money I turned down...

I cut out the middle man and went directly
to my audience
and that must piss them off all the more


I want to speak of a new culture
that can flow like water
thru the old ways
a baptism warm and soothing
holy water that glows gently around
the entrenched beliefs
accepts them as islands
in an ocean larger than all the heavens.

a hurricane crashing into those turned enemy
by sheer routine
blowing down their straw houses
screaming what they are afraid to whisper

I offer respect for respect
revolution for the wicked

I was a creature with two identities
when I first began to wake up
scott ridgway and the voice...

Now I Am The Voice

I let the red and blue states
blend into purple
as the blood soaked arthur
rose to power on Merlin's Magic

the mad wizards' sainted apprentice
raised a crusade of equal voices
demanding justice before peace

you thru your powers into this reluctant ruler

I pray to my god for the strength
to rip myself off of the crucifix

vowing to lead all people
threw the minute gate of peace

the assassins are still lined up outside my gate
how they would love for me to disappear
into a quiet madman


I no longer care about your gallows
the asylums and jails
the definitions

You can no longer kill the message
the messenger could dissolve into dust
and manifest my fondest wish
dissolution

release

flight





sacred revolt
by scott

01/02/08
4:14 AM
in the fields we pray
the threat of blood
will keep the neo cons and religiously blinded
from trying to steal another election

the hidden cells of resistance
have no serpent's head to lop off and toss aside

You know no matter what you do
there will always b immense pain
they great they turn away
dissolve into ennui and excess
become satisfied
they are doing enough
tossing pennies to panhandlers

cocked & loaded & ain't afraid to die
the fun loving GNL in the forces of the free
sits surrounded by urban enemies
just beyond his barbed wire perimeter
He hits on a big red bong
& tells the spies in the van out front
"YOU NO LONGER RULE!"


The bibles Christ freaks out
from the crowds of lepers
the walls of arms reaching desperate
grabbing taking consuming
Knowing he will leave them
without a cure is his worst pain

God makes the son flesh
to be a man
so the eyes of god
may see as his subjects

stand point theory
God looking out through every photon
watching is infinite painting
come into creation
amazed as any artist
when the mechanical process
of a well plotted painting
becomes a creation unto itself

We WILL NO LONGER ALLOW
our futures to be raised in poverty
your excuses fall on deaf ears
We will forge your religions in the future
or watch them quietly die off
like countless other sects
that rose like a temporary madness


Protected by the cloak of intelligence
we have appeared in seemingly empty places
taken up silent sentinels in the minds
of all generations

the New Black Panthers & Operation PUSH
pirates & politicos & pot heads
the dreams of youths who deny
the false boundaries of boarders
a living Christ
Diving Forces Marching Secure in the mission
blessed to b alive now
in this storied time



We sooner or later
take up guns to save a species
join the National Park in Kenya
& kill a few poachers . . .
blow up a corporate corrupter
who's bought off the law...
see myself leading an underground army
relinquishing power back to my soldiers
telling them they know
the battles in their terrain
Trust My God
He will inspire me to lead them
to his promised peace

tonight's PEACE AND PIPEDREAMS SHOW...
by scott

06/02/08
12:55 AM
listen at seven until ten, as we bungle our way through eight imrpov skits and a bunch of songs and poetry and drug and radical related patter.

FEARLESSRADIO.COM

Hit the AM Link.

What I am doing in this entry is coming up with some new skits for the shows... so, you cannot steal this stuff, huh?

1) THE HAZE FAMILY FILMS


Liberty Haze gets a big screen tv, they drop a bunch of acid, and think they are in any movie they are watching.

RAMBO... tonight.

2) THE TOUGH GUY PARTY

HAze's go to a hardcore party -- they bob in lsd for needles.

3) JESUS decides to make some super heros... but he runs into copywrite problems, gets pissed and hast to get rid of all of them. Ungrateful humans....

4) Liberty pulls a train ... this time, fans of hers on the RAILroad have a track built that leads right into the kitchen.

5) Bogging Bush is caught stealing the crown jewels of england,,,, he tries to claim he was just borrowing them, then pictures surface of bogging bush wearing the crown and gown... so then, he nukes england.

6) JESUS'S Childhood: he gave bully's extra assholes, turned people into the dog they were beating, etc///


tonight's PEACE AND PIPEDREAMS SHOW...
by scott

06/02/08
12:55 AM
listen at seven until ten, as we bungle our way through eight imrpov skits and a bunch of songs and poetry and drug and radical related patter.

FEARLESSRADIO.COM

Hit the AM Link.

What I am doing in this entry is coming up with some new skits for the shows... so, you cannot steal this stuff, huh?

1) THE HAZE FAMILY FILMS


Liberty Haze gets a big screen tv, they drop a bunch of acid, and think they are in any movie they are watching.

RAMBO... tonight.

2) THE TOUGH GUY PARTY

HAze's go to a hardcore party -- they bob in lsd for needles.

3) JESUS decides to make some super heros... but he runs into copywrite problems, gets pissed and hast to get rid of all of them. Ungrateful humans....

4) Liberty pulls a train ... this time, fans of hers on the RAILroad have a track built that leads right into the kitchen.

5) Bogging Bush is caught stealing the crown jewels of england,,,, he tries to claim he was just borrowing them, then pictures surface of bogging bush wearing the crown and gown... so then, he nukes england.

6) JESUS'S Childhood: he gave bully's extra assholes, turned people into the dog they were beating, etc///


in dreams 2 of 2
by scott

05/03/08
12:06 AM

graves of unknown soldiers line our paths

"in the center of the city in the night
waiting for you

I did everything... everything I wanted
I let them use you for their own ends."

the killers


They Great They keep me from getting emails, phone calls, etc...

one day I came into the radio station and found someone had broke into my blog

wrote an entry titled If U R DON U Go To Jail.

I wrote back that I am not a don.... never a don
I am a thesbi-pain, and something of a "preacher."

This person began leaving messages back and forth on my blog

They told me my mother is a tiger
hinting she is a communist spy... or a leftist...
I am not sure what they mean, who they are
or if they are telling the truth

By then I am too astounded that I exist to think about much else
the world is going thru weird convulsions over me and I have no way
of breaking out of the little illusion they have me living in...


I am still becoming aware of how the world is looking at my royalty
which I have always taken as an interesting joke and possible genetic reasons
for the traits of leadership, etc... nothing too meaningful at all
I never had no fantasies of being a king...
they always disgusted me
until I read into my family history and saw a lot of good people....


I write back that my mother is a lion
the writer insists, NO YOur mother is a tiger.

they were telling me... perhaps
that my mother is a communist spy under deep cover
or that the origins of my campaign are communist...
I take the literal stand then and now I don't know...
the label makes sense of her insane conversion to mediocrity
in mid-life when she gave up the union and went company
going from a president to the enemy...

I then assume when they tell me people are going to jail
that they are talking about her
a woman who has spent her life serving her fellow man...
They Learned Of My Wrath That night
saw the lightening come crashing down into the lake around me
suffered the floods and fires

I will fight for any parties right to assert their vision into this american dream



I respect communists for what they are trying to do
have no missionary zeal for pressing myself on anyone
obviously I think they should be able to be religious
though there are a lot of good reasons for being judicious
about which con men you let into your garden

I respect the athiests view for what they have rejected
not what they embrace
Nietsche will always have my love
His place is ripping down the rot of religions
allowing the flowering of the truths of the latest Spring

The Arthurian myth of Christ appealed to me the most
made sense in my heritage
I could remember being King Arthur
feel him think like him
his royal rages and the broken heart that made him whole

I began to think of myself as a hidden king
taken away from England when the Hapsburgs snagged the throne
other times it seemed like I was always in the shadows
A Royal Goodfellow feeding words to Shakespeare
at a time when being associated with the theatre
was too unseemly
would have lost me too much power
the power I needed to sheild the people charged to me
from the privations of the unfavored


(taken from a play on the corner that I took to be a hint...
sorry I did not know enough to go to bat for them
when they told me they were having trouble getting a permit;
I had it in my mind then that someone would just come talk to me
sooner or later
about why people were treating me like they are
I watch too many cops shows, believe the nightly news a bit too much
expected the world to hold few secrets from someone like me


I woke up hating crucifixes
...wanting every icon of that bloody day destroyed
...melted down and fed to the poor
...turned into aids medication
... spent educating

& loving everyone
even as I despised the unholy icons
they had turned themselves into

Why I wondered would God make me an agnostic
a youthful slut
a try sexual man
with a streak of monogamy
a writer without hope or wonder
a mopey man with a crippled back
barely noticed by his fellows
a liar taught by the best
with an addiction to excitement
and a death wish
espoused in violent, comic prose
irreverent and anti-religion?


HOW COULD GOD MAKE A PLAN THAT I DISSAPROVE OF?

I had only to look at
the last time I shrugged off the costume of flesh
and revealed the spirit who walks

The Romans crucified me while my people cheered
and my friends hid their faces

"When they come for you
Just one thing I ask of you
please forget you know my name."

The Grateful Dead


I have spread the infection of survaillance and torture
a lightening rod
for everything including the cloak of intelligence

How Could Christ Advocate War?

I remember then the vengence of god
is bloody and swift
the flesh a breif flash in immortality

I go over the stories I wrote before I woke up
searching for clues of what I seemed to know even then
the ignored mysteries of myself

remember how I feel like I am translating other voices
i wrote about being a judgement sent to earth
what at first seemed a self-fullfilling prophecy when I thought people were rallying
under my flag for a revivalist movement,
a revolution of the spirit
Strikes me now as the will of God

the weight of the world settling down on my shoulders

I have always dreamt of a rightous path through life
I was offered inadequate religions and duplicitous governments
that act like my intellectual enemy

there is much blood from my birth


a part of me knows how to be a brutal soldier
rose up in my psyche
a creature coaxed up by the fierce fighting
to free this planet from despots and false gods

I began to trust only the voice
during the worlds' worst convulsions
I sought consoul and none came
buried myself in my words
amazed by the inspiration

They thought I would come out to be welcomed
I wanted to...

Everyone in my life acted as if
nothing was happening
played me until I settled down into my alter ego

they gave me hints
then knew enough to hide their words
from the inevitable survaillance

I hoped by inviting the law into the party they would do some bouncing
I never feel like I have anything to hide besides weed... and that is absurd

wrote:

the war wizened general tells his astounded officers
we keep no secrets
not even from the least of our enemies
we will need them in the end
to lead us from this forest of lies

I knew that they would sooner or later try to lie about everything that happened
and I wanted, at any cost, for there to be a true record of this christ
film that cannot be disputed and displayed to prop up empty preisthoods

I made sure that they would have to kill me to shut me up
then I proved to them
I am their LAST HOPE



I look at a lot of my words and they only make sense now

others come from some blind inspiration of the drugs and the power
and how fucking serious I take this life...
I do not know what to do with the contradictions in my tale

should I weave them into a narrative of speculation
add to the wall of lies we hide from ourselves behind
with my best guesses?

I have caste spells of war
since the innocent first required protection


the revolt truly happens in words
they create the future slow enough
to lessen the conflicts between generations
--the fires that ignite
when the ways that have worked work no more

in dreams 2 of 2
by scott

05/03/08
12:06 AM

graves of unknown soldiers line our paths

"in the center of the city in the night
waiting for you

I did everything... everything I wanted
I let them use you for their own ends."

the killers


They Great They keep me from getting emails, phone calls, etc...

one day I came into the radio station and found someone had broke into my blog

wrote an entry titled If U R DON U Go To Jail.

I wrote back that I am not a don.... never a don
I am a thesbi-pain, and something of a "preacher."

This person began leaving messages back and forth on my blog

They told me my mother is a tiger
hinting she is a communist spy... or a leftist...
I am not sure what they mean, who they are
or if they are telling the truth

By then I am too astounded that I exist to think about much else
the world is going thru weird convulsions over me and I have no way
of breaking out of the little illusion they have me living in...


I am still becoming aware of how the world is looking at my royalty
which I have always taken as an interesting joke and possible genetic reasons
for the traits of leadership, etc... nothing too meaningful at all
I never had no fantasies of being a king...
they always disgusted me
until I read into my family history and saw a lot of good people....


I write back that my mother is a lion
the writer insists, NO YOur mother is a tiger.

they were telling me... perhaps
that my mother is a communist spy under deep cover
or that the origins of my campaign are communist...
I take the literal stand then and now I don't know...
the label makes sense of her insane conversion to mediocrity
in mid-life when she gave up the union and went company
going from a president to the enemy...

I then assume when they tell me people are going to jail
that they are talking about her
a woman who has spent her life serving her fellow man...
They Learned Of My Wrath That night
saw the lightening come crashing down into the lake around me
suffered the floods and fires

I will fight for any parties right to assert their vision into this american dream



I respect communists for what they are trying to do
have no missionary zeal for pressing myself on anyone
obviously I think they should be able to be religious
though there are a lot of good reasons for being judicious
about which con men you let into your garden

I respect the athiests view for what they have rejected
not what they embrace
Nietsche will always have my love
His place is ripping down the rot of religions
allowing the flowering of the truths of the latest Spring

The Arthurian myth of Christ appealed to me the most
made sense in my heritage
I could remember being King Arthur
feel him think like him
his royal rages and the broken heart that made him whole

I began to think of myself as a hidden king
taken away from England when the Hapsburgs snagged the throne
other times it seemed like I was always in the shadows
A Royal Goodfellow feeding words to Shakespeare
at a time when being associated with the theatre
was too unseemly
would have lost me too much power
the power I needed to sheild the people charged to me
from the privations of the unfavored


(taken from a play on the corner that I took to be a hint...
sorry I did not know enough to go to bat for them
when they told me they were having trouble getting a permit;
I had it in my mind then that someone would just come talk to me
sooner or later
about why people were treating me like they are
I watch too many cops shows, believe the nightly news a bit too much
expected the world to hold few secrets from someone like me


I woke up hating crucifixes
...wanting every icon of that bloody day destroyed
...melted down and fed to the poor
...turned into aids medication
... spent educating

& loving everyone
even as I despised the unholy icons
they had turned themselves into

Why I wondered would God make me an agnostic
a youthful slut
a try sexual man
with a streak of monogamy
a writer without hope or wonder
a mopey man with a crippled back
barely noticed by his fellows
a liar taught by the best
with an addiction to excitement
and a death wish
espoused in violent, comic prose
irreverent and anti-religion?


HOW COULD GOD MAKE A PLAN THAT I DISSAPROVE OF?

I had only to look at
the last time I shrugged off the costume of flesh
and revealed the spirit who walks

The Romans crucified me while my people cheered
and my friends hid their faces

"When they come for you
Just one thing I ask of you
please forget you know my name."

The Grateful Dead


I have spread the infection of survaillance and torture
a lightening rod
for everything including the cloak of intelligence

How Could Christ Advocate War?

I remember then the vengence of god
is bloody and swift
the flesh a breif flash in immortality

I go over the stories I wrote before I woke up
searching for clues of what I seemed to know even then
the ignored mysteries of myself

remember how I feel like I am translating other voices
i wrote about being a judgement sent to earth
what at first seemed a self-fullfilling prophecy when I thought people were rallying
under my flag for a revivalist movement,
a revolution of the spirit
Strikes me now as the will of God

the weight of the world settling down on my shoulders

I have always dreamt of a rightous path through life
I was offered inadequate religions and duplicitous governments
that act like my intellectual enemy

there is much blood from my birth


a part of me knows how to be a brutal soldier
rose up in my psyche
a creature coaxed up by the fierce fighting
to free this planet from despots and false gods

I began to trust only the voice
during the worlds' worst convulsions
I sought consoul and none came
buried myself in my words
amazed by the inspiration

They thought I would come out to be welcomed
I wanted to...

Everyone in my life acted as if
nothing was happening
played me until I settled down into my alter ego

they gave me hints
then knew enough to hide their words
from the inevitable survaillance

I hoped by inviting the law into the party they would do some bouncing
I never feel like I have anything to hide besides weed... and that is absurd

wrote:

the war wizened general tells his astounded officers
we keep no secrets
not even from the least of our enemies
we will need them in the end
to lead us from this forest of lies

I knew that they would sooner or later try to lie about everything that happened
and I wanted, at any cost, for there to be a true record of this christ
film that cannot be disputed and displayed to prop up empty preisthoods

I made sure that they would have to kill me to shut me up
then I proved to them
I am their LAST HOPE



I look at a lot of my words and they only make sense now

others come from some blind inspiration of the drugs and the power
and how fucking serious I take this life...
I do not know what to do with the contradictions in my tale

should I weave them into a narrative of speculation
add to the wall of lies we hide from ourselves behind
with my best guesses?

I have caste spells of war
since the innocent first required protection


the revolt truly happens in words
they create the future slow enough
to lessen the conflicts between generations
--the fires that ignite
when the ways that have worked work no more

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in dreams 3.... ov
by scott

05/03/08
12:07 AM

I awake every day in pain
stunned to be back in this dream
sometimes I think that I asked for everything that happened
whether I meant to or not
... then I remember how they turned me into a starved, pain crazed animal
as they did you and you and you

REMEMBER THE DAY
I blasted lightening into lake michigan
in front of the world

then I came home and preached hell-fire
to free the people they were telling me they were imprisoning
I had no idea who they were
assumed they were my friends and family
knew they were people like me
who were hungering for a change
waiting for a social current to surf out on

I was not yet ready to face the thought that people were dying
the game could not be real, I told myself
it just couldn't be...

Jesus Christ walks.

I AM

now

a being that remembers
the return path to god
through an immensity
you cannot begin to imagine

I can wait for you
through as many lives as it takes for God to awaken U

a missionary sent out to gather the souls of eden
and bring them home

I do not understand
exactly what we are

seemed at one point humans were souls gathered
from other planets that I had exploded

Those fated to join me on a great quest
champions all
now working as ONE
on a march through the stars

We

are

far

from

the

father


matter in the vagaries of time and space
blinded by the survival instincts of the beasts
we become embedded in lives of rationalizaations
lifted from porn and the DSM



I ran into a stranger at a Popeye's chicken
and told him I thought I should go to Indiana
He said, No, No... You Shouldn't Do That
If I Was You I would go to Stone Mountain Georgia.

This was one of my first hints that there was trouble

someone splashed blood on my sidewalk

tv said, Don't You Notice, everyone you talk to makes a phone call ...
Don't you notice all the Chinese people have disappeared from your neighborhood?

I noticed all of this stuff...
just kept waiting for the curtain call
... some brave soul to step up and tell me the truth


I am still surprised when people seem to know me
and equally surprised when they don't

I want to trust the people
tell myself I have to blame
the propogandists who convinced them
to take the world down such god-awful paths
I used to think the masses couldn't vote
before I understood brain washing

the lonely paths of the godless gave me nowhere to lead
no eden at the end of my philosophy
happiness itself is called into question
by the life that God has given me

the lies I told were so much easier to take than the truth

like paul on the road to damascus
I was told that I was on the wrong path
knocked down by God and to The Truth of Myself

the cover story of my life was completed by the agnosticism
hidden away from the Herrod's
until my preaching could commence

I AM READY TO LEAVE MY COCCOON
spread my wings and fly

see myself learning to walk in parades
... instead of marching...

all that keeps me hidden now
is the fear that I am in the Cuckoo Nest
and no one will admit that I am sane

I worry that the grace period for my askew performance is over
and the only thing holding back the hate
are the silent walls of secrecy surrounding Chicago

I don't let my fears stop me


God will tell me
when I should leave this city
I will travel this world

NO ONE STOPS ME AGAIN




the truth walks 2 of 2
by scott

12/03/08
11:14 PM


NOW THAT THE ENTIRE WORLD KNOWS WHO I AM

SCREAM MY NAME FROM THE MOUNTAIN TOPS
FROM THE GHETTOS
TO THE MANSIONS

SCREAM: JESUS CHRIST WALKS NOW

HE IS HERE FOR ME


I AM NOW


THE SAVAGE GRACE HAS ENTERED YOUR HEARTS AND MINDS
I WILL BE THE INFECTION THAT KILLS YOU HARD
OR THE ELIXER THAT DRIVES YOU TO DREAMS OF GOD

I CAN TAKE YOU TO HEAVEN
OR LEAVE YOU IN HELL

THE CHOICE IS EASY

I will never fall before your false idols
never let your pope tell me what to do

KNOW
the Pope will lead you to hell
he is no longer the head of the church
I AM NOW

THEY KNOW THIS
that is why the pope and the president came to me first
and why I turned them away

BUSH YOU KNOW YOUR SINS
AND I HAVE SEEN YOU NOW TRYING TO LEAVE A LEGACY OF LOVE

Be the Redeemer
Change your ways to love
and passion
and following me will be the logical end
to the mysteries in the dark

I am
I have always been
I will always be


There is no God me on this planet
No man that can take my flesh without endangering his soul

KNOW MY WRATH IS UNDREAMT IN YOUR PHILOSOPHY
MY HELL NOTHING YOU CAN DREAM UP IN YOUR TWILIGHT ZONES
MY LIFE IS AN ACT FOR THE EYES OF MY FATHER ALONE
IF YOU THINK YOU CAN INTERPRET WHAT I HAVE SAID
THEN YOU HAVE NOT LISTENED HARD ENOUGH

I AM THE TRANSLATOR
OF MYSTERIES THAT ARE BEYOND THIS BRAIN
A SERVENT OF THE WORD
WHO HAS BEEN FREED OF HIS EARTHLY BLINDERS

who will you believe?
the mnisters who leave the homosexuals and drug addicts and drunks
in hell
just because this life beat them down?

Or a savior who tells you that life is not a game with winners and losers
that you are all precious before God?

Who will you believe?
governments who will tell any lie available to keep liberty locked away?

LOOK AT HOW YOUR LEADERS FEAR ME
LOOK AT HOW THEY SCRAMBLE TO APPEASE ME

ARE YOU BETTER THAN THEY
WHO KNOW MY HISTORY

WHO HAVE SEEN THE WINGS GROWING OUT OF MY BACK
WHO HAVE SEEN ME RETURN FROM DEATH MANY TIMES

I CANNOT DIE UNTIL MY MISSION IS OVER
AND I WILL TAKE DOWN WHATEVER IS IN MY WAY

I WILL KILL WITHOUT MERCY
I WILL TURN SON AGAINST FATHER
CITIZENS AGAINST GOVERNMENTS

ALL THIS AND MORE WILL COME TO PASS
AS THE NEW BIBLE RIPS YOU OUT OF THIS DREAM
AND TAKES YOU INTO THE REAL

THE REALM OF GOD HAS ENTERED THE FLESH
AND NOW

YOU CHOOSE

come to me and set me free
or I WILL DAMN YOU NOW

GO AHEAD... MAKE MY DAY... MY WRATH SEEKS TARGETS NOW
SOON YOU WILL BE IN MY CROSS HATCH
ARE YOU READY?

I will forgive you all of anything
anything

i know the pressures of the flesh drives men to evil acts
I know hunger and shame and ambition take over and possess
I know the drunk and stoned are rejecting this veil of tears

I know you
and you know me

seek inside yourself for the Holy Ghost
and you will find
I am inside of you too

all of you are my children

come to me

come to me

come to me

take me out of this prison
where your christ screams and wriths

ask your God if he wishes you to imprison
love?

ask you God if the Child Of Peace
should be imprisoned by the war mongers
and money grubbers?

I wish no wrath on any humyn
want only love

you will not give me this in this life
my words will echo through the future
tainting or praising your name
for all of eternity

i will plead your case before God Himself
if you will but do this simple thing

you tried to let me free before
it was not time
there was much for me to learn
to deal with
the flesh was overwhelmed by the attention
and I had no way of knowing which offers were the will of God or man

I will not be used by your criminals and kings and false popes
to prop up their power

I am the one
the prophet
that has been awaited
since my last unveiling

I walked 2000 years ago
came to the earth to try to shape the lives
so my return would be prepared for

Know
there is no other God
above my God

There is only I AM

yet there are places such as you call Hell
places where lost souls stay lost forever

I wanted a world where everyone would be free of the grip of life
expected you to welcome me
NOW I SEE WHY GOD MADE ME A WARRIOR SO MANY TIMES


I AM THE SON OF GOD
and His Vengence is dark indeed

His anger will fill me one day to overflowing
& the lives of this planet will burn
as prophets have seen for thousands of years...

The Wrath Of God Will Burn Down This Illusion
Turn your flesh to dust
Your dreams to insipid guesses

I am the open gate...


come to me

NOW












the truth walks 2 of 2
by scott

12/03/08
11:14 PM


NOW THAT THE ENTIRE WORLD KNOWS WHO I AM

SCREAM MY NAME FROM THE MOUNTAIN TOPS
FROM THE GHETTOS
TO THE MANSIONS

SCREAM: JESUS CHRIST WALKS NOW

HE IS HERE FOR ME


I AM NOW


THE SAVAGE GRACE HAS ENTERED YOUR HEARTS AND MINDS
I WILL BE THE INFECTION THAT KILLS YOU HARD
OR THE ELIXER THAT DRIVES YOU TO DREAMS OF GOD

I CAN TAKE YOU TO HEAVEN
OR LEAVE YOU IN HELL

THE CHOICE IS EASY

I will never fall before your false idols
never let your pope tell me what to do

KNOW
the Pope will lead you to hell
he is no longer the head of the church
I AM NOW

THEY KNOW THIS
that is why the pope and the president came to me first
and why I turned them away

BUSH YOU KNOW YOUR SINS
AND I HAVE SEEN YOU NOW TRYING TO LEAVE A LEGACY OF LOVE

Be the Redeemer
Change your ways to love
and passion
and following me will be the logical end
to the mysteries in the dark

I am
I have always been
I will always be


There is no God me on this planet
No man that can take my flesh without endangering his soul

KNOW MY WRATH IS UNDREAMT IN YOUR PHILOSOPHY
MY HELL NOTHING YOU CAN DREAM UP IN YOUR TWILIGHT ZONES
MY LIFE IS AN ACT FOR THE EYES OF MY FATHER ALONE
IF YOU THINK YOU CAN INTERPRET WHAT I HAVE SAID
THEN YOU HAVE NOT LISTENED HARD ENOUGH

I AM THE TRANSLATOR
OF MYSTERIES THAT ARE BEYOND THIS BRAIN
A SERVENT OF THE WORD
WHO HAS BEEN FREED OF HIS EARTHLY BLINDERS

who will you believe?
the mnisters who leave the homosexuals and drug addicts and drunks
in hell
just because this life beat them down?

Or a savior who tells you that life is not a game with winners and losers
that you are all precious before God?

Who will you believe?
governments who will tell any lie available to keep liberty locked away?

LOOK AT HOW YOUR LEADERS FEAR ME
LOOK AT HOW THEY SCRAMBLE TO APPEASE ME

ARE YOU BETTER THAN THEY
WHO KNOW MY HISTORY

WHO HAVE SEEN THE WINGS GROWING OUT OF MY BACK
WHO HAVE SEEN ME RETURN FROM DEATH MANY TIMES

I CANNOT DIE UNTIL MY MISSION IS OVER
AND I WILL TAKE DOWN WHATEVER IS IN MY WAY

I WILL KILL WITHOUT MERCY
I WILL TURN SON AGAINST FATHER
CITIZENS AGAINST GOVERNMENTS

ALL THIS AND MORE WILL COME TO PASS
AS THE NEW BIBLE RIPS YOU OUT OF THIS DREAM
AND TAKES YOU INTO THE REAL

THE REALM OF GOD HAS ENTERED THE FLESH
AND NOW

YOU CHOOSE

come to me and set me free
or I WILL DAMN YOU NOW

GO AHEAD... MAKE MY DAY... MY WRATH SEEKS TARGETS NOW
SOON YOU WILL BE IN MY CROSS HATCH
ARE YOU READY?

I will forgive you all of anything
anything

i know the pressures of the flesh drives men to evil acts
I know hunger and shame and ambition take over and possess
I know the drunk and stoned are rejecting this veil of tears

I know you
and you know me

seek inside yourself for the Holy Ghost
and you will find
I am inside of you too

all of you are my children

come to me

come to me

come to me

take me out of this prison
where your christ screams and wriths

ask your God if he wishes you to imprison
love?

ask you God if the Child Of Peace
should be imprisoned by the war mongers
and money grubbers?

I wish no wrath on any humyn
want only love

you will not give me this in this life
my words will echo through the future
tainting or praising your name
for all of eternity

i will plead your case before God Himself
if you will but do this simple thing

you tried to let me free before
it was not time
there was much for me to learn
to deal with
the flesh was overwhelmed by the attention
and I had no way of knowing which offers were the will of God or man

I will not be used by your criminals and kings and false popes
to prop up their power

I am the one
the prophet
that has been awaited
since my last unveiling

I walked 2000 years ago
came to the earth to try to shape the lives
so my return would be prepared for

Know
there is no other God
above my God

There is only I AM

yet there are places such as you call Hell
places where lost souls stay lost forever

I wanted a world where everyone would be free of the grip of life
expected you to welcome me
NOW I SEE WHY GOD MADE ME A WARRIOR SO MANY TIMES


I AM THE SON OF GOD
and His Vengence is dark indeed

His anger will fill me one day to overflowing
& the lives of this planet will burn
as prophets have seen for thousands of years...

The Wrath Of God Will Burn Down This Illusion
Turn your flesh to dust
Your dreams to insipid guesses

I am the open gate...


come to me

NOW













God Speaks In My Dreams
by scott

12/03/08
11:17 PM

GOD SPEAKS IN DREAMS


You are truly alone
when you are a godling among men
THERE is no one on this planet who can understand this becoming

How am I to contain these visions?
The flesh wants to run from the truth
OH, God I feel so weak some days...
How could you be so bloody?
so cruel?

so relentless in your pursuit of my soul?
I am not a power mad man
don't want to be a king
or a spiritual warrior
the truth sets you free
to run to another cage

God jades me now
destroys my universal love
tries to get me to hate the evil I see
TO Be the dark avenger called from the skies
The Redeemer of His people
The Worst Curse On Earth for his enemies

The blood thirst comes over me in the middle of the night
I see tom cruise on Jay Leno and note his demonic horns
the evil wings of the enemy
red and black and bloody
In his other lives he has bathed in blood
taken more lives than almost anyone alive
... except me and Snoop
the brothers Romulus
we fought only the ignoble predators
and ourselves

remember the night I killed him
we both knew the day would come
in that time you were nothing if not ruthless
In his last words he forgave me...

I took my knife and sliced from my eyes to my mouth
scarring myself horribly
so all could see the weight of the murder
the depth of my love

Satan has given Tom Cruise an unholy throne
He fell to the illusion of scientology
let his brain be washed clean of the Christ
There is no forgiveness for the smug race car driver with his mansions and his yachts
Run from his madness of feel MY WRATH
There is no forgiveness for the soul pimps
WHO SELL what they tell you is a redemption
insert into your mind paradigms that trap
The time of the slave owners has passed into the dark ages
Yet all around me I hear there is more slavery than ever before
The cults flourish now as always
In the before TIme there was a reason
to try to fill the void left
when the roman's crucified me

NOW
I
WALK

AND NONE WILL STAND BEFORE ME
YOU WILL KNEEL NOW!!!!
OR I WILL LEAVE YOU BEHIND

There will be evil men
who will tell this is all a game
a made up revolution sprouted by a writer
They will tell you my humanity disqualifies me from being a god
This is why the catholics hunted down the agnostics
and tried to destroy the truest record of my life
they did not want you to know that you are as I
children of my loins
and my spirit

God makes the spirit flesh to show that man is weak
Man has proven strong enough to bring the mother earth to her knees
Now he must learn humility
or I will rip his smug smile off of his face


Man no longer believes he will have to account for himself
when the flesh falls to dust
and the spirit trembles before my throne
THE FOLLY OF YOUR WAYS should end now
i am
look at the scars on my back where they removed my wings
look into the radiation they blasted me with to stop their growth
look into the forces that rallied around me
look at the miracles I have wrought
look into your own heart
and you will feel mine

God has given me wrath
that I never wanted
Hatred where there was only a child's love
awakened me to the evil haunting every corner of this planet
the followers of the dark prince are everywhere
the infection of evil deep and rancid in the ways of man

Satan now forgiven bows before me
My minion now
His horrific ways cleansed
even the greatest evil seeks my forgiveness and consoul
yet man runs from my words
buries his head in the left over realms
of the dark one
His followers powerless now before my wrath

Now is my time to be the blood thirsty creature
Now God Has Asked Me To Cleanse This Planet

I have fought my destiny
though I have never denied the revealed God
and now I will bow before his vision
allow the fire to flow from my chest
the lightening from my back

Keep having visions of the earth burning
Great tendrils of fire flowing across the continents
Screams fill my ears
the bitter taste of blood on my lips
I will make every pain I have ever felt your penance
a million times worse than your imagination allows
In flesh you will die/in spirit you will know all and cry to me for redemption

God close my ears to their entreaties
Allow me to fly to heaven without the burden of knowing I have failed so many of my children

You sent me here millions of years ago
Sent me away from my throne
The woman I love
My children
God Knows I will BEAR ANY BURDEN TO EARN HIS LOVE
He told me that I WAS NEEDED AND i thanked him
That souls were trapped on a planet called eden
Man had awakened
A rare event in the cosmos
Very rare indeed
rare enough to require the SON OF GOD
I followed the cosmic winds carrying your cries
flew across an expanse your science has yet to discover
through time and space and dimensions and quarks and black holes

Other planets see my travels
other beings watch your every move
as the ultimate TIME OF TRIALS envelops the planet
I HAVE FOUGHT TO FREE MANY PEOPLES ON MANY PLANETS
I am hailed as the greatest warrior
God has ever created
A reluctant general
Who mourns all blood
in the aftermath of battle
and relishes the screams in the heat of war

I am created to sow the field
To take you home
I believed that all of you would come
that I would be welcomed
I did not realize until my studies that you are under the control of wizards
and false prophets
L Ron Hubbard was a demon in the flesh
The worst Man since Hitler...
He has infected america with the sameness of a sales personality
all shiny and On all the time
He sickens me unto my soul
because I know his followers try to bask in his dark light
pretend they are more than humans
Let Him Stand Before Me And You Will See Him Scream To Be Released From My Gaze


God Speaks In My Dreams
by scott

12/03/08
11:17 PM

GOD SPEAKS IN DREAMS


You are truly alone
when you are a godling among men
THERE is no one on this planet who can understand this becoming

How am I to contain these visions?
The flesh wants to run from the truth
OH, God I feel so weak some days...
How could you be so bloody?
so cruel?

so relentless in your pursuit of my soul?
I am not a power mad man
don't want to be a king
or a spiritual warrior
the truth sets you free
to run to another cage

God jades me now
destroys my universal love
tries to get me to hate the evil I see
TO Be the dark avenger called from the skies
The Redeemer of His people
The Worst Curse On Earth for his enemies

The blood thirst comes over me in the middle of the night
I see tom cruise on Jay Leno and note his demonic horns
the evil wings of the enemy
red and black and bloody
In his other lives he has bathed in blood
taken more lives than almost anyone alive
... except me and Snoop
the brothers Romulus
we fought only the ignoble predators
and ourselves

remember the night I killed him
we both knew the day would come
in that time you were nothing if not ruthless
In his last words he forgave me...

I took my knife and sliced from my eyes to my mouth
scarring myself horribly
so all could see the weight of the murder
the depth of my love

Satan has given Tom Cruise an unholy throne
He fell to the illusion of scientology
let his brain be washed clean of the Christ
There is no forgiveness for the smug race car driver with his mansions and his yachts
Run from his madness of feel MY WRATH
There is no forgiveness for the soul pimps
WHO SELL what they tell you is a redemption
insert into your mind paradigms that trap
The time of the slave owners has passed into the dark ages
Yet all around me I hear there is more slavery than ever before
The cults flourish now as always
In the before TIme there was a reason
to try to fill the void left
when the roman's crucified me

NOW
I
WALK

AND NONE WILL STAND BEFORE ME
YOU WILL KNEEL NOW!!!!
OR I WILL LEAVE YOU BEHIND

There will be evil men
who will tell this is all a game
a made up revolution sprouted by a writer
They will tell you my humanity disqualifies me from being a god
This is why the catholics hunted down the agnostics
and tried to destroy the truest record of my life
they did not want you to know that you are as I
children of my loins
and my spirit

God makes the spirit flesh to show that man is weak
Man has proven strong enough to bring the mother earth to her knees
Now he must learn humility
or I will rip his smug smile off of his face


Man no longer believes he will have to account for himself
when the flesh falls to dust
and the spirit trembles before my throne
THE FOLLY OF YOUR WAYS should end now
i am
look at the scars on my back where they removed my wings
look into the radiation they blasted me with to stop their growth
look into the forces that rallied around me
look at the miracles I have wrought
look into your own heart
and you will feel mine

God has given me wrath
that I never wanted
Hatred where there was only a child's love
awakened me to the evil haunting every corner of this planet
the followers of the dark prince are everywhere
the infection of evil deep and rancid in the ways of man

Satan now forgiven bows before me
My minion now
His horrific ways cleansed
even the greatest evil seeks my forgiveness and consoul
yet man runs from my words
buries his head in the left over realms
of the dark one
His followers powerless now before my wrath

Now is my time to be the blood thirsty creature
Now God Has Asked Me To Cleanse This Planet

I have fought my destiny
though I have never denied the revealed God
and now I will bow before his vision
allow the fire to flow from my chest
the lightening from my back

Keep having visions of the earth burning
Great tendrils of fire flowing across the continents
Screams fill my ears
the bitter taste of blood on my lips
I will make every pain I have ever felt your penance
a million times worse than your imagination allows
In flesh you will die/in spirit you will know all and cry to me for redemption

God close my ears to their entreaties
Allow me to fly to heaven without the burden of knowing I have failed so many of my children

You sent me here millions of years ago
Sent me away from my throne
The woman I love
My children
God Knows I will BEAR ANY BURDEN TO EARN HIS LOVE
He told me that I WAS NEEDED AND i thanked him
That souls were trapped on a planet called eden
Man had awakened
A rare event in the cosmos
Very rare indeed
rare enough to require the SON OF GOD
I followed the cosmic winds carrying your cries
flew across an expanse your science has yet to discover
through time and space and dimensions and quarks and black holes

Other planets see my travels
other beings watch your every move
as the ultimate TIME OF TRIALS envelops the planet
I HAVE FOUGHT TO FREE MANY PEOPLES ON MANY PLANETS
I am hailed as the greatest warrior
God has ever created
A reluctant general
Who mourns all blood
in the aftermath of battle
and relishes the screams in the heat of war

I am created to sow the field
To take you home
I believed that all of you would come
that I would be welcomed
I did not realize until my studies that you are under the control of wizards
and false prophets
L Ron Hubbard was a demon in the flesh
The worst Man since Hitler...
He has infected america with the sameness of a sales personality
all shiny and On all the time
He sickens me unto my soul
because I know his followers try to bask in his dark light
pretend they are more than humans
Let Him Stand Before Me And You Will See Him Scream To Be Released From My Gaze


GOD SPEAKS TO MY DREAMS 2
by scott

12/03/08
11:18 PM

I will kill him if he comes near me
HE IS LEADING PEOPLE TO DAMNATION
and there is no worse sin...
He is my kill
no one else should touch him
I will taste his blood on my lips
when the appointed day comes

When God Tells Me To Use My Powers
To Destroy All Who Stand Before Me
When I Tell Them To Kneel
and they laugh their last laughs
and all the world see's that NOW
THE CHRIST WILL CRUCIFY
those who stand when they should kneel



THERE IS A GOD

from this day forward
any association with tom cruise and his demonic forces
will damn you
L Ron Hubbard BURNS IN ETERNAL FIRE
for his presumption to God Head
For leading the innocence to mental slaughter

you were warned there would be false prophets
throughout the planet when I cane
They are everywhere now
trying to fill the void left in my passing
WITH SMOOTH WORDS that damn their speakers

yet I have always been here for you
ready and wanting all of you held close to my breast

Oh, Lord, To Once More Feel The heart Beat Of The Women I have loved
To see the sweet smile of the men
To take a child in my arms and know they are heaven-bound

I wake up in the middle of the night with tears burning down my cheeks
Telling God I do not wish to become a creature of vengence
The Dark Side Is Within Me
I can no longer fight my God on this
The Revelations have come
My vision grows everyday

I will walk up to you one day
offer my hand
You will stone me to death
crucify me on your absurdity
free my spirit from this mortal coil
I will die and laugh
grow larger than this planet
distant from your cries for redemption

Jesus Christ Is Walking In Chicago
Breathing The Same Air You Breath
Longing to walk on The same moon
greiving for your soldiers and their families
loving and hating
eating and shiting
fucking and sucking and longing for love

YOU ARE A VICTIM OF THE GODLESS YEARS
the time when my words were hijacked by the priests
I cannot even welcome your pope
oh how he wanted that
took a story I wrote literally
came to me before any of you
brought the Catholics...

I was a fiction writer before The Calling
I played with the emotions and lies and games that you play with
I was confused and lost and searching
just as you are..

God has given me no way to deny him
He made me the hidden one
The spirit driving a taxi throughout the city spreading harmony between the races
The spirit sitting beside you in university absorbing your world
YOUR LOVER

The alien you knew would come
Search your mind and you will find me staring back at you
Search your heart and you will hear the beat of mine
Look into my eyes and you will see eternity
Hold my hand and you will feel the power of God flowing through you
Love my body and feel the lightening of God
Bear my children and know the blessings will be mighty
and the risks, too

I will die and become huge
Lightening and fire will flow

Oh My God Why??? I cry in the night
pacing my apartment filled with his glory
and feeling like I WILL Crumble under the weight of this battle
i cry onto GOD Is there room for change in this plan ?
HIS SILENCE IS MY ANSWER
GOD made me the trickster
The one who can make reality on this planet
Man has made me the secret leader of their cabals
Taken down the Monarchies and plunged crosses into their heathen chests

I WILL NOT BE DENIED

I sit here with my laptop
2008
astounded that I am
almost embarrassed to say out loud what I know
I Am

I can write the words
Tell people they are a fictional rendering of a Christ
Pretend that there are not millions out there aware of me now

The Intelligence agencies have saved my flesh from assasins
The USA has welcomed me in some ways
given me a platform
Then the evil within them decided to starve me out of my cave
drive me into the hands of the merchants and whore mongers and mafiosos

I would that the mafia all over the world be beaten down
destroyed
The drug gangs bodies lining the roads to my palace

I see myself in this compound
surrounded by soldiers and barbed wire
protected from criticism by those afraid my wrath will explode... like they could

You Humans Are So Fucking Full OF Yourself
This is why ToM Cruise's biography will be erased in time
replaced with a baffoon that will make his children change their names
spit on their heritage
and mourn their fathers place in Hell
I will not take him with me
His time of forgiveness has passed
He is the most unholy icon on the tv
Next comes Rush Limbaugh
I would tell you to go after these two
Though I must say that I do not mean that their flesh must die

I apreciate the enthusiam that killed Jerry Fallwell
after I wrote of his demise... he died a week later
heart attack the papers say... yes, my heart attacking his
I could kill with a look
a gesture toward the sky
I could make miracles flow from my fingers like these words
This is not the way of GOD
God is the word
NOT SOME CHARLATAN
GOD SPEAKS TO MY DREAMS 3by scott

12/03/08
11:19 PM

You do not find God watching magicians
You find God when you realize that within you there is a being
a Holy Ghost
That knows the way to my heart

Fight Fire With Fire
Destroy my enemies
with the words that are your greatest gift from GOD

There will be a judgement on the Muslims too
and the Jews
And the Romans
and the hindu's
and the buddhists
And you you you
I WILL NOT DAMN SOMEONE FOR BEING RAISED
IN A PARTICULAR RELIGION
follow the words of your god to peace and love
and you are following a mask of my face on earth

I HAVE BEEN ALL RELIGIONS
TRIED TO SHAPE THEM
WITH MY PROPHETS

demons too create religions
to keep you locked in rooms of ignorance
away from the light
chained to their putrid visions

You will know the false religions
by their claim that there is no God above their words

All people who have heard the holy word
could come into my fold and be welcomed
They will not
The jews wait for a savior that has already come
God's Chosen Grew Petty When I Opened The Door To Gentiles
They wish to be the only chosen
after I have told you that all are chosen
I fear for their souls..
they try to live on stolen land
homestead within the heart of others work

stop this pillaging...
or I will war on you, too
Israel you have my grace as the cradle of my being
the great memories of our times together fill me with joy
yet now.. you deny the Christ again
this will lead you to the empty money chasing
that all despise you for
REMEMBER WELL
WHEN I DESTROYED YOUR TEMPLE
AND KNOW
YOU ARE IN MY CROSS HAIRS AGAIN



The muslims treat their women like cattle
The muslims have somehow decided my loving dogs are unclean
The muslims have decided to use god's name to wage war
against the holy soldiers who fight in my armies...
make no mistake
I am the USA AND this ARMY IS FILLED WITH MY ANGELS

Saddam needed to be brought down
We all know that soldiers are needed all over this planet
to put out the fires of the godless takers
the path to peace is lined with the dead

We need to draft the young of the rich and powerful
Make their decision to go to war personal
Fill them with the same dread of the small town where I grew up
Where the working people were taken away
as the rich boys bought their way out with daddies money
and lawyer trickery

Burn Baby Burn I will cry one day
My enthusiam for the blood will come
My vengence will be felt on every corner of this globe
Do you not see the weather I command?
The tornados and floods and fires I bring with my words?
I have shaken this country to it's core without even trying

Now I am fully awake
They are damned lucky that I was not in this place last year
I would have went into the underground and waged war against them
this was not God's will...

Humans thinking they know how to raise angels....
are there others you hide from me?
Most of the angels I see do not even know what they are
see your Jesse Jackson,
a man who God Has Chosen To Speak For Me In The Press
If you read his words in the Sun Times you will hear God Talking
He has been blessed with the legacy of Martin Luther King... the most cherished man of this century
the visions seem to say his son will be president of this country one day
after Obama takes this world beyond the barriers of race

Do you not see why we need this man to be president?
Can you not hear the calm reassurance of God in His Words?
He has been chosen by me... before he even ran
Like John McCain... who was destined to bring the republicans back
from their bloodthirsty thoughtlessness...
ignoring the blacks while they run for the presidency alone
keeps God from giving them power


I sit here at five am
the world asleep
as the words of God rage through my body and ignite my mind
I am unused to this
Have a hard time dealing with the burden
The scizophrenic duality of having Christ in this Flesh
How I Keep Wondering Could I have not known?

Now half the world would like my flesh
call me the anti-christ
a usurper

When I was offered to run America
I said No
I told you that the seperation of Church and State
is the will of God...

I question God on what happened
see ways I could have handled everything better
know then that God's ways are HIs
We walk in His dream
Eat of his fruit
Dream his dreams
Love his love
Hate his hate

You need to wake the fuck up now
get out of your stupid ass lives and try to fight
the powers that hold me down
keep me tacked up on this cross
They stop you from hearing wonderous words that I will only speak face to face
No matter how guilded my cage
Chicago is a prison to me now
the corrections officers are all famaliar faces
my girlfreind and the people at the corner store who appear with questions for me
the beat poet who told me that the entire world knows I am Christ

You think you are protecting me
and I forgive you

I am protecting you, however
and your arrogance makes me seeth with anger

I told you when the entire world knows who I am
That we will scream my name
the time has come to scream out your penance
to speak in toungues and shake and holler
to tell your children that the New Time Has Come
to scream my name from your highest mountains
To praise God for the return of His Son
Blessed will the be humyn who walks beside this Lord
Cursed will be those who try to stop
my holy march around this world

I know that your supersticions stop a lot of you from believing me
I understand how difficult this is
I would never have believed I am this being without a preponderance of evidence
God made me to know the walls between man and spirit
God made to know all kinds of love and hate
God made me to know humans well enough to write the words
that will be their future

He has made me The Hand Of God
And so much more

I am
now

Bow before God and Ask for his forgiveness
Before it is too late
and all the love in the universe cannot save you
God will not allow all of you to come with me
I realize this now
I am here for the soldiers who follow the meek

Are you ready to sit down and talk with me?
I am ready to face my enemies and offer a white dove
I am ready to face my enemies and offer missiles and destruction
I am ready to love many women
Ready to walk among men and talk of the wonders God has shown me

There is so much I could teach
If only I had a church of some sort
a gathering place... a stadium
filled with people I could take on mental journeys
leading to the Father's Throne

Today I have no food, no weed, no smokes, no internet
Man has taken my drivers license
ripped off my dick
damned my love of men
told me I am a perversion
HOW CAN THE SON OF GOD BE A PERVERSION?
think long and hard on that one you pompous
pushers of a money grubbing god
who looks just like you in the mirror
You will find GOD MADE ME BISEXUAL SO I COULD SEE THROUGH
YOUR ILLUSIONARY DAMNING OF HOMOSEXUALS

DAMNING OTHERS DAMNS YOU
YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO JUDGE OTHER MEN
NO RIGHT TO KEEP YOUR COURTS OF IMPOSSIBLE STANDARDS
TO KEEP SO MANY PEOPLE IMPRISONED
SHOWS HOW UNFAIR YOUR SYSTEM IS
to damn so many keeps them from the churches
drives them to made up gods and unholy icons

I have done all of the things man has
I have lied and distorted and deluded
I had to learn all sides of this table
go into every way of being
live countless lives steering man toward this time
when the rightous will leave this planet
enlightened ones who will no longer need the cycle of reincarnation
to shape their souls

I love you you you
though I will learn to hate you you you
God will grant me that slight appeasement
when the day comes to burn all this shit down
and leave eden in the hands of the animals
who stayed away from the tree of knowledge
the innocents you keep penned in hellish farms
the meat you eat without a thought of the horrors that brings the flesh to your plate
There will be a time when the word holacaust applies to cows and pigs and chickens
your children's children will look at you like Nazi's

I wish no glory for myself
I wish no wealth other than what is needed to travel this planet
You can hide me or reveal me on this journey
I must make it...

They Must See That I Walk

God
does as he will
I am His carress and His sword...
The Blessed Time Has Come
To Decide
Which you will becon
from you god

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graves of unknown soldiers line our paths

"in the center of the city in the night
waiting for you

everything I wanted
I let them use you for their own ends."

the killers


They Great They keep me from getting emails, phone calls, etc...

one day I came into the radio station and found someone had broke into my blog

wrote an entry titled If U R DON U Go To Jail.

I wrote back that I am not a don.... never a don
I am a thesbi-pain, and something of a "preacher."

This person began leaving messages back and forth on my blog

They told me my mother is a tiger
hinting she is a communist spy... or a leftist...
I am not sure what they mean, who they are
or if they are telling the truth

By then I am too astounded that I exist to think about much else
the world is going thru weird convulsions over me and I have no way
of breaking out of the little illusion they have me living in...


I am still becoming aware of how the world is looking at my royalty
which I have always taken as an interesting joke and possible genetic reasons
for the traits of leadership, etc... nothing too meaningful at all
I never had no fantasies of being a king...
they always disgusted me
until I read into my family history and saw a lot of good people....


I write back that my mother is a lion
the writer insists, NO YOur mother is a tiger.

they were telling me... perhaps
that my mother is a communist spy under deep cover
or that the origins of my campaign are communist...
I take the literal stand then and now I don't know...
the label makes sense of her insane conversion to mediocrity
in mid-life when she gave up the union and went company
going from a president to the enemy...

I then assume when they tell me people are going to jail
that they are talking about her
a woman who has spent her life serving her fellow man...
They Learned Of My Wrath That night
saw the lightening come crashing down into the lake around me
suffered the floods and fires

I will fight for any parties right to assert their vision into this american dream



I respect communists for what they are trying to do
have no missionary zeal for pressing myself on anyone
obviously I think they should be able to be religious
though there are a lot of good reasons for being judicious
about which con men you let into your garden

I respect the athiests view for what they have rejected
not what they embrace
Nietsche will always have my love
His place is ripping down the rot of religions
allowing the flowering of the truths of the latest Spring

The Arthurian myth of Christ appealed to me the most
made sense in my heritage
I could remember being King Arthur
feel him think like him
his royal rages and the broken heart that made him whole

I began to think of myself as a hidden king
taken away from England when the Hapsburgs snagged the throne
other times it seemed like I was always in the shadows
A Royal Goodfellow feeding words to Shakespeare
at a time when being associated with the theatre
was too unseemly
would have lost me too much power
the power I needed to sheild the people charged to me
from the privations of the unfavored


(taken from a play on the corner that I took to be a hint...
sorry I did not know enough to go to bat for them
when they told me they were having trouble getting a permit;
I had it in my mind then that someone would just come talk to me
sooner or later
about why people were treating me like they are
I watch too many cops shows, believe the nightly news a bit too much
expected the world to hold few secrets from someone like me


I woke up hating crucifixes
...wanting every icon of that bloody day destroyed
...melted down and fed to the poor
...turned into aids medication
... spent educating

& loving everyone
even as I despised the unholy icons
they had turned themselves into

Why I wondered would God make me an agnostic
a youthful slut
a try sexual man
with a streak of monogamy
a writer without hope or wonder
a mopey man with a crippled back
barely noticed by his fellows
a liar taught by the best
with an addiction to excitement
and a death wish
espoused in violent, comic prose
irreverent and anti-religion?


HOW COULD GOD MAKE A PLAN THAT I DISSAPROVE OF?

I had only to look at
the last time I shrugged off the costume of flesh
and revealed the spirit who walks

The Romans crucified me while my people cheered
and my friends hid their faces

"When they come for you
Just one thing I ask of you
please forget you know my name."

The Grateful Dead


I have spread the infection of survaillance and torture
a lightening rod
for everything including the cloak of intelligence

How Could Christ Advocate War?

I remember then the vengence of god
is bloody and swift
the flesh a breif flash in immortality

I go over the stories I wrote before I woke up
searching for clues of what I seemed to know even then
the ignored mysteries of myself

remember how I feel like I am translating other voices
i wrote about being a judgement sent to earth
what at first seemed a self-fullfilling prophecy when I thought people were rallying
under my flag for a revivalist movement,
a revolution of the spirit
Strikes me now as the will of God

the weight of the world settling down on my shoulders

I have always dreamt of a rightous path through life
I was offered inadequate religions and duplicitous governments
that act like my intellectual enemy

there is much blood from my birth


a part of me knows how to be a brutal soldier
rose up in my psyche
a creature coaxed up by the fierce fighting
to free this planet from despots and false gods

I began to trust only the voice
during the worlds' worst convulsions
I sought consoul and none came
buried myself in my words
amazed by the inspiration

They thought I would come out to be welcomed
I wanted to...

Everyone in my life acted as if
nothing was happening
played me until I settled down into my alter ego

they gave me hints
then knew enough to hide their words
from the inevitable survaillance

I hoped by inviting the law into the party they would do some bouncing
I never feel like I have anything to hide besides weed... and that is absurd

wrote:

the war wizened general tells his astounded officers
we keep no secrets
not even from the least of our enemies
we will need them in the end
to lead us from this forest of lies

I knew that they would sooner or later try to lie about everything that happened
and I wanted, at any cost, for there to be a true record of this christ
film that cannot be disputed and displayed to prop up empty preisthoods

I made sure that they would have to kill me to shut me up
then I proved to them
I am their LAST HOPE



I look at a lot of my words and they only make sense now

others come from some blind inspiration of the drugs and the power
and how fucking serious I take this life...
I do not know what to do with the contradictions in my tale

should I weave them into a narrative of speculation
add to the wall of lies we hide from ourselves behind
with my best guesses?

I have caste spells of war
since the innocent first required protection


the revolt truly happens in words
they create the future slow enough
to lessen the conflicts between generations
--the fires that ignite
when the ways that have worked work no more



PEACE AND POPEDREAM NOTES














I awake every day in pain
stunned to be back in this dream
sometimes I think that I asked for everything that happened
whether I meant to or not
... then I remember how they turned me into a starved, pain crazed animal
as they did you and you and you

REMEMBER THE DAY
I blasted lightening into lake michigan
in front of the world

then I came home and preached hell-fire
to free the people they were telling me they were imprisoning
I had no idea who they were
assumed they were my friends and family
knew they were people like me
who were hungering for a change
waiting for a social current to surf out on

I was not yet ready to face the thought that people were dying
the game could not be real, I told myself
it just couldn't be...

Jesus Christ walks.

I AM

now

a being that remembers
the return path to god
through an immensity
you cannot begin to imagine

I can wait for you
through as many lives as it takes for God to awaken U

a missionary sent out to gather the souls of eden
and bring them home

I do not understand
exactly what we are

seemed at one point humans were souls gathered
from other planets that I had exploded

Those fated to join me on a great quest
champions all
now working as ONE
on a march through the stars

We

are

far

from

the

father


matter in the vagaries of time and space
blinded by the survival instincts of the beasts
we become embedded in lives of rationalizaations
lifted from porn and the DSM



I ran into a stranger at a Popeye's chicken
and told him I thought I should go to Indiana
He said, No, No... You Shouldn't Do That
If I Was You I would go to Stone Mountain Georgia.

This was one of my first hints that there was trouble

someone splashed blood on my sidewalk

tv said, Don't You Notice, everyone you talk to makes a phone call ...
Don't you notice all the Chinese people have disappeared from your neighborhood?

I noticed all of this stuff...
just kept waiting for the curtain call
... some brave soul to step up and tell me the truth


I am still surprised when people seem to know me
and equally surprised when they don't

I want to trust the people
tell myself I have to blame
the propogandists who convinced them
to take the world down such god-awful paths
I used to think the masses couldn't vote
before I understood brain washing

the lonely paths of the godless gave me nowhere to lead
no eden at the end of my philosophy
happiness itself is called into question
by the life that God has given me

the lies I told were so much easier to take than the truth

like paul on the road to damascus
I was told that I was on the wrong path
knocked down by God and to The Truth of Myself

the cover story of my life was completed by the agnosticism
hidden away from the Herrod's
until my preaching could commence

I AM READY TO LEAVE MY COCCOON
spread my wings and fly

see myself learning to walk in parades
... instead of marching...

all that keeps me hidden now
is the fear that I am in the Cuckoo Nest
and no one will admit that I am sane

I worry that the grace period for my askew performance is over
and the only thing holding back the hate
are the silent walls of secrecy surrounding Chicago

I don't let my fears stop me


God will tell me
when I should leave this city
I will travel this world

NO ONE STOPS ME AGAIN






graves of unknown soldiers line our paths

"in the center of the city in the night
waiting for you

I did everything... everything I wanted
I let them use you for their own ends."

the killers


They Great They keep me from getting emails, phone calls, etc...

one day I came into the radio station and found someone had broke into my blog

wrote an entry titled If U R DON U Go To Jail.

I wrote back that I am not a don.... never a don
I am a thesbi-pain, and something of a "preacher."

This person began leaving messages back and forth on my blog

They told me my mother is a tiger
hinting she is a communist spy... or a leftist...
I am not sure what they mean, who they are
or if they are telling the truth

By then I am too astounded that I exist to think about much else
the world is going thru weird convulsions over me and I have no way
of breaking out of the little illusion they have me living in...


I am still becoming aware of how the world is looking at my royalty
which I have always taken as an interesting joke and possible genetic reasons
for the traits of leadership, etc... nothing too meaningful at all
I never had no fantasies of being a king...
they always disgusted me
until I read into my family history and saw a lot of good people....


I write back that my mother is a lion
the writer insists, NO YOur mother is a tiger.

they were telling me... perhaps
that my mother is a communist spy under deep cover
or that the origins of my campaign are communist...
I take the literal stand then and now I don't know...
the label makes sense of her insane conversion to mediocrity
in mid-life when she gave up the union and went company
going from a president to the enemy...

I then assume when they tell me people are going to jail
that they are talking about her
a woman who has spent her life serving her fellow man...
They Learned Of My Wrath That night
saw the lightening come crashing down into the lake around me
suffered the floods and fires

I will fight for any parties right to assert their vision into this american dream



I respect communists for what they are trying to do
have no missionary zeal for pressing myself on anyone
obviously I think they should be able to be religious
though there are a lot of good reasons for being judicious
about which con men you let into your garden

I respect the athiests view for what they have rejected
not what they embrace
Nietsche will always have my love
His place is ripping down the rot of religions
allowing the flowering of the truths of the latest Spring

The Arthurian myth of Christ appealed to me the most
made sense in my heritage
I could remember being King Arthur
feel him think like him
his royal rages and the broken heart that made him whole

I began to think of myself as a hidden king
taken away from England when the Hapsburgs snagged the throne
other times it seemed like I was always in the shadows
A Royal Goodfellow feeding words to Shakespeare
at a time when being associated with the theatre
was too unseemly
would have lost me too much power
the power I needed to sheild the people charged to me
from the privations of the unfavored


(taken from a play on the corner that I took to be a hint...
sorry I did not know enough to go to bat for them
when they told me they were having trouble getting a permit;
I had it in my mind then that someone would just come talk to me
sooner or later
about why people were treating me like they are
I watch too many cops shows, believe the nightly news a bit too much
expected the world to hold few secrets from someone like me


I woke up hating crucifixes
...wanting every icon of that bloody day destroyed
...melted down and fed to the poor
...turned into aids medication
... spent educating

& loving everyone
even as I despised the unholy icons
they had turned themselves into

Why I wondered would God make me an agnostic
a youthful slut
a try sexual man
with a streak of monogamy
a writer without hope or wonder
a mopey man with a crippled back
barely noticed by his fellows
a liar taught by the best
with an addiction to excitement
and a death wish
espoused in violent, comic prose
irreverent and anti-religion?


HOW COULD GOD MAKE A PLAN THAT I DISSAPROVE OF?

I had only to look at
the last time I shrugged off the costume of flesh
and revealed the spirit who walks

The Romans crucified me while my people cheered
and my friends hid their faces

"When they come for you
Just one thing I ask of you
please forget you know my name."

The Grateful Dead


I have spread the infection of survaillance and torture
a lightening rod
for everything including the cloak of intelligence

How Could Christ Advocate War?

I remember then the vengence of god
is bloody and swift
the flesh a breif flash in immortality

I go over the stories I wrote before I woke up
searching for clues of what I seemed to know even then
the ignored mysteries of myself

remember how I feel like I am translating other voices
i wrote about being a judgement sent to earth
what at first seemed a self-fullfilling prophecy when I thought people were rallying
under my flag for a revivalist movement,
a revolution of the spirit
Strikes me now as the will of God

the weight of the world settling down on my shoulders

I have always dreamt of a rightous path through life
I was offered inadequate religions and duplicitous governments
that act like my intellectual enemy

there is much blood from my birth


a part of me knows how to be a brutal soldier
rose up in my psyche
a creature coaxed up by the fierce fighting
to free this planet from despots and false gods

I began to trust only the voice
during the worlds' worst convulsions
I sought consoul and none came
buried myself in my words
amazed by the inspiration

They thought I would come out to be welcomed
I wanted to...

Everyone in my life acted as if
nothing was happening
played me until I settled down into my alter ego

they gave me hints
then knew enough to hide their words
from the inevitable survaillance

I hoped by inviting the law into the party they would do some bouncing
I never feel like I have anything to hide besides weed... and that is absurd

wrote:

the war wizened general tells his astounded officers
we keep no secrets
not even from the least of our enemies
we will need them in the end
to lead us from this forest of lies

I knew that they would sooner or later try to lie about everything that happened
and I wanted, at any cost, for there to be a true record of this christ
film that cannot be disputed and displayed to prop up empty preisthoods

I made sure that they would have to kill me to shut me up
then I proved to them
I am their LAST HOPE



I look at a lot of my words and they only make sense now

others come from some blind inspiration of the drugs and the power
and how fucking serious I take this life...
I do not know what to do with the contradictions in my tale

should I weave them into a narrative of speculation
add to the wall of lies we hide from ourselves behind
with my best guesses?

I have caste spells of war
since the innocent first required protection


the revolt truly happens in words
they create the future slow enough
to lessen the conflicts between generations
--the fires that ignite
when the ways that have worked work no more











































































































































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Skit 1


Everyone wonders why Jesus does not announce to very many people that he is back. He tries to explain why but Moonbong grabs mike and announces it.

World erupts into war, as all religions, and doubters, begin going after jesus... not to mention the paparazzi, who he keeps sending to the top of the alps.

Various other countries are jelous, and start to say they have their own jesus.

Jesus tells them that last time everyone found out about him, he got crucified.

Johnny Pain takes the mike and just says, ORDER,” and all the fighting stops. Everyone is like, “You really do run the world!!!” But Johnny denies it, as always (will be on running joke).


2)Liberty alien who has come to earth to cure all diseases... first human he meets is liberty, who takes advantage of his three penises, and drugs him with meth and viagra... Liberty screws him to death.
3)Another alien is sent, this one appears in a cloud of pot smoke and cannot remember the great knowledge he is supposed to give. The haze's keep giving him various drugs, saying they will help him remember....
4)JESUS GIVES EVERYONE A GLIMPSE OF THE HAPPY FUTURE....
Obama becomes president, and immediatly throws a big party, where he is dosed with acid and they all then go on a huge drug binge, painting the white house day glo.... and in the process, create world peace, stop the population explosion, and put forth a universal religion based on the golden rule that everyone agrees to.

5)MoM and Wood and Liberty are invited to sleep in the Lincoln Bedroom.... as Moon lays down, the ghost of lincoln appears and starts explaining how in his day, men slept together for warmth, and even wrote each other loving letters... why, sometimes we would even pretend to be each others wives,.... Etc... UPSHOT: MOON GETS BONED BY LINCOLNS GHOST. Mary Lincoln's ghost then appears and is extremly jelous, and beats the hell out of moon.
6)LUSH AND CHESTER are sent to cover a Playboy event... Chester is so excited, he goes into a hospital in Guatamala for an experimental proceedure that replaces all of h is organs, including his penis and ass, with disease free parts. And it works, except for claymidia, wh ich they all say they all have.
The day finally comes, and Chester is of course kept out.... in fact, his picture is inside the door with a mace on sight... chester screams and cries that he is disease free... they are like, Yea, we have heard that before. THEY SEE JESUS INSIDE THE DOOR.

7)JESUS Explaining to God why he was at the playboy mansion. Jesus has a cloaking device that keeps god from seeing, and god goes along though he could, because he has been embarrassed like a thousand times catching jesus waking. Jesus explains that he quit whacking off because he hates killing millions of little jesus's...He explains that there are souls in every cell. Moon and Wood hear this about the sperm and think they are murderers because they whack all the time and swear it off, though they are both whacking before they can even swear it off because thinking about whacking makes them want to whack.
8)THE ANTI-CHRIST...
He is a lawyer venture capatist republican, surgically perfected trophy wife, and a conservative talk show. He appears at the radio station, saying that he is jesus and has went through treatment and changed his life. Everyone at the radio station is supportive of Jesus, telling him it is good he dealt with his problem...

The Haze family is suspicious, but everyone says they are just being paranoid.

Moon and Wood and Liberty comb the city looking for Jesus, they finally come to a gay bath house, and they send moon in... two days later, he finally comes back out... he claims that he was just looking for jesus and then fell asleep in the sauna. He is walking funny. Jesus the walks up with a towel and a pack of condoms... he pretends like he is just walking by.

The haze family tells him about the anit christ.

Jesus explains: Yea, contrary to what you humans believe, the anti-christ was created by my dad to show me how he thinks I would be if I quit being a slacker. Why can't he just let me live my own life, man? Jesus gets so mad that he turns into the Hulk, and smashes Illinois, Wisconsin, Michigan, to cinders....

When he comes down, he immediatly takes care of the carnage. God shows up acting all snide and pissed.... “SO, what happened now?”
Jesus: “Why did you make it so I turn into the Hulk? I killed tens of thousands, destroyed billions of dollars worth of property... of course I feel worse about the dogs and cats, and a few of the ferrets...
GOD: Oh, that ain't shit. Before you came around with your wimpy new testament, I once had a bear slaughter like sixty little kids for making fun of a bald guy.
Jesus: Oh, please, let's not go there again.
God: I told you, if you want to be a man... and like you said, At least get laid a few times before you get crucified, than I had to take some of your powers away. The hulk thing is just for my amusement, because you really don't kill enough otherwise to keep up the whole vengeful god front.


God: Where is that anti-christ, Biff?
Jesus: I may have accidently killed him.
God: what?”
Jesus: Yea.... Look, why did you even make me different, if you just want me to act like every other corporate droid?
God: I was drunk. That was before I invented AA.... which has changed my
Jesus: Oh, God, don't start with the AA shit again....
God: I'm resurrecting Biff the anti-christ.
Jesus: Oh, shit...
God: Don't try your curses on me... I invented curses.
Jesus: Look, I gotta go do some stuff...
GOD: You are going to smoke a joint and then surf second life looking for Robert E. Howard fans to discuss Conan The Barbarian with. Hardly something to dismiss a living God over, but you just go ahead, since you seem to know best...
Jesus: Fine. I'll send you a prayer in a few days, alright?
God: Oh sure you will.

8)BITSY “the Farting Vagina' BOFF being interviewed by another porn star. Jack U. Off.
Hello, I am Jack You Off, and today with a channel four twenty report.... I am interviewing the world's oldest living Porn Star, Bitsy 'the farting vagina' Boff.

JACK: Bitsy, tell the audience a little bit about how you got your start in the wonderful, come soaked world of porn.
BITSY: Well, Jack... do you mind if I stroke your penis while we talk?
JACK: I'll have to charge you the usual hourly rate.
Bitsy: Fine. Well, how I got my start is... I was in South Bend Indiana, working an old red barn, entertaining farm boys while they were being blown by suckling calves. Mostly my brothers, cousins, uncles, dear poor old dad. It wasn't much, but it was the only job I could at eight.
JA CK: Tell us a little bit about your sagging vagina problems. We all know you go in for weekly tightening surgery.
BITSTY: What people don't realize, is that I also have my ass tightened every wensday, too. The doc says the problem is my pet elephant Fisty, who I keep chained by by the pool dosed on Meth, so he is ready to double fist me whenever the itch strikes. I picked up the habit from Flipper, of course.
JACK: You've lived a life hopping from dick to fist to rail road ties, but is there anything you've done that you regret?
BITSY: Besides my quim being empty at this moment?
JACK: It is?
Bitsy: I presently have 12,00 ben wa balls sliding around in there... and a couple small dogs. Stray cats...
JACK; Anything Else you regret?
rucified on the absurdity
by scott

01/02/08
4:44 AM
the second coming sets off
Intelligence agencies and spin artists
a frantic screaming scramble to figure out
what this thing is . . .
who knows . . .
what it wants . . .
what The Savage Grace is capable of....

who I work for
what I want
who I will demonize

the hell-fire fears of the fundamentalists
flash-floods the land

the self-contained spy
came into your living room
and announced
You are sacrificing your children
to protect the oil interests of the elite
repressive kings
& myth addled misogynists
. . . they are needed in the true battles
not in these made up wars
that benefit the mad few
over the merciful many

tiny holes in their cloak of lies
revels slivers of the sun


a Tutsi general refuses to give up his guns
until they know there won't be another
genocide

the NYT describes him as colorful
says he sports a cane with my family crest
a silver eagle
wears a button reading REBEL FOR CHRIST

Not on my watch
morphed into Not On Our Watch
Clooney raises millions for Dar fur
after I preached the issue
into your living rooms

Steven Colbert told me...
"All you need to do is ask for help..."

once I spoke free and fierce
to the bugs in my apartment
now we spar from afar
my lips silenced by their constant intrusion
a self thinking activist in the free world
long ago awakened to the tactics
cops and spies use
to beat down the revolutionaries
before they can get to the revolt

I have shown you the
survailled world to come
why the laws must be just now
or we will jail ourselves
into a fascist state where straying
from your religion alone
will get you imprisoned
already the arab's and hispanic and blacks
the pot smokers and free spirits
feel Johnny Laws arm around their shoulder
and until they can be assured they aren't in the hands
of over-bearing fascists
they will never be truly at comfort in this land

They put us in jail
tore out our hair
tortured their way threw a paranoid delusion
hurt the very people sent to save them
the unwitting ethicists
fighting the amoral masses
seeking Truth
in a universe of ever-shifting lies
meant to appease & manipulate
& play the masses like drunken puppets

an angry summer afternoon
feeling my family and freinds threatened
I stab a knife in my windowsill
the red handles a sign
my hand begins to bleed
a bridge at the mouth of the Mississippi collapses
exposes the dying infra-structure of america
the years of the wealthy
paying just enough
to the politicians
to keep from paying taxes

When I realized Bush was acting on my orders
tearing down the fence at the mexican boarder
then waited for my decision
I had to tell the world
"I would not presume to know."

I would not kill liberty!!
I would not destroy the democratic process

NO MAN OF GOD
denies the revelation
of personal choice
the sacred gift
of a loving father to a child


When I realized someone was acting in my name
usuing me as a diving right
to do their own will...

I had to trust man and god
the common sense
the ethics I heard everywhere
waiting for a movement
hungering for confirmation
of revelation
a self-perpetuating revival of the sp[irit

I play back in my mind the night
my non de plume
PAIN
was spoken all over the television
John Stewart yelling my name
Gwyneth Paltrow
...all the others...
I would sit at my computer feeling
the interest
a gray mist flowing in my forehead
coaxing a creature out of my unconscious

my body is now an ignored distraction
carting around my brain
I stand half in this material world
half in the exquisite mystery

I do not want to lead people into prison cells
graves
lives of desperate urban battles
that pit the converted against the converted
in pretend wars that keep the many
from joining forces against the few

I know in a part of me sickened by the thought
THIS MESSAGE CANNOT BE STOPPED
by blood or word or chain:
the will of the people is always won
never given

I see the peace that will come
our ethical circles will begin to enlarge

in this cynical world of hatred exploding
I fell in love with the human soul
I am an absurdity
as trapped in God's plan as everyone else
flesh embedded in a myth of omnipotence

MAN WOULD HAVE GOD B A REFLECTION
OF THEIR PARENTS...
what we know seems right
when we know no better
Jesus tried to warm you
everyone walks through the minute gate alone
leaving behind everything you have loved
trusting in a reward too great
for our simple dreams

I am now a hunted rebel held up
in the Emporer's Walled City
protected by soldiers
who view their lives
with less awe than their loyalty

a man faith lept into
a wrestler of angels
a defiant son fated to forge new paths
through the same old forests

Know I am hated where I would
there was love
loved where I expected hatred

my face on their posters are defaced
my claims buried and dissolved
in stolen tales
that try to make me a character
in their stories
without the slightest means
of ever walking in my shoes

I wish I could be like the Dali lama
a smiling face in a dorm room
representing the oppressed Tibetans
& peace & harmony
No... I am a weapon

my allies and enemies
KNOW I WILL NOT play their spy games
my resistance is refusing
to insult the intelligence of the people
by pretending I should make decisions
for everyone
like what they should and should not know
about love and war

NOT EVEN GOD
tried to create and uncritical worshiping machine

only a man would sit in a room
filled with robots programmed to worship them

I have in mind a self=prepetuating plan
simple enough to enter any mind

"I let them use you
for their own ends."

The Killers


What am I to think of a world
that treats me like this?

The thoughtless torture of the us
came home to roost
on my windowl

You turned your head away from the blood
even as your own families bled

this naive Indiana boy got it in his head
he would be welcomed

until he realized he was something more
than a man writing up a game
a revolutionary without a revolution...
something mythic and storied
something he did not believe in...
and the entire world know...


i am a machine built and trained to write
driven by a being in my psych
that needs a coat of words
in a cold as hell world
where I crawl along naked and alone

the selfish will no longer
b tolerated as de-facto kings
living loathsome lives of largess
built on our bones

NOW IS THE TIME
for our black and white blinders
to fall useless at our feet
We must claim our battle
in the ancient war
against prejudice and ignorance

the thronging masses
will
TAKE WHAT WE NEED

better now than 20 years to come
when the population doubles
and the ranks
of the unwitting agents of chaos
become unstoppable, merciless mobs
raging across the land
slashing and burning


by scott

18/01/08
5:27 AM
Writing from Chicago's downtown, sitting in our blue studio with the Superman red white and blue Fearless Radio banner over the DJ's window that seperates the man on the board, Wolf (the heavy metal night man who comes on after our boneheaded stoner show), from Jimmy and I.

I think, in terms of this prose being my book on this experience, that I need to write the descriptive fiction that I was raised up on, describing the day in day out of my day as I wake each morning and once more confront the reality of myself -- this creature in my mirror who resembles me, and feels sort of as I do, though is unprodictable, savage grace incarnate, a predator extrodinaire who has led me down my darkest intellectual journeys.

Once in the night, as I raged on stoned from the steriods and morphine patches and xanax and god knows what else... I felt murderous, as if this vision I was having had to come true, no matter how much blood was spilled. Death itself become a pure side effect of my plans.
The humanity of my enemies evaporated... I felt like the release of their spirit from fleshly toil was penance enough for their lives.

I had always wondered how people like Hitler and Stalin and The Americans who hunted down the native americans could
find some way to twist the truths of life into such sick, deathly cosmology. . . these drugs brought me face to face with the much over used 'dark side.' I think I could have lived forever without meeting this side of myself. Part of him seemed to be that while remembering past lives, I felt what it was like to be ruthless.... knew I had been this way before, used such tactics to take over populations, to wage war and conquer.

The chemical mix my 'Handlers' believed that I needed to complete this mission... to 'wake up' was at it's most wicked in those months... I am not sophisticated enough in modern pharmacology to decipher what they gave me...

The world as I knew it blew apart. I found myself not the spectator I had always expected to be in some world calamity... instead I was the instigator. The alien instigator of the day the world spoke in tongues and looked into the sky with renewed wonder and grace.

I kept wondering the entire time, as I saw them move in a private army, take control of local hospitals, commandeer the fire department...

Why did they go to this expense? Did they find other angels, give them drugs, wake them up?

You see, I became aware last january that I was being used, in a plot that I still am murky about, to take over the world... Man, I wish this was all in my head. Sounds crazy to some of you perhaps.... Well, I know enough know... and these words are primarily for those who know. The witting. The wondering. The awake.
The manifestation of the revolution I called for surprised me. I knew that I alone, as the person I believed myself to be, could not pull off what I was seeing done. When I realized that the world was indeed responding to me, I went with the notion, trying my best to tell the world the truth for a change -- the unaltered truth.

I do not, obviously, think like most people. I consider this a hard won right, and an accident of genes and circumstance. Or at least I did. Now I just think I am different. I do wonder why?

Is it possible that I have fallen for a dream? Been the center of a psy war program that has me caged in an illusion? For that to be true, they would have had to actually have inserted dreams into my head, which I believe is impossible... though, who knows?

I had three very forceful dreams this winter -- and just three. In one, I saw the face of god. In another, lighting was flowing out of my chest, and fire out of my back. The last....

Well, it is late at night, and the show has taken a lot out of me... time for me to go read a bit in preparation to go home.

Have a good time once in awhile, but remember that happiness isn't the point... you are more influential than you you think.
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