personally
I wish you wouldn't film me taking a shit
everything else
is yours
film me into honesty
what the helll
first though man be honest
we need to make all the laws fair
the whole crack and coke
sentencing
disparity
is the primary metaphor of our time
let the last chains be broken and fall useless at our feet
Any fool can think. The real trick is to unthink. TRUST NO ONE WHO HAS MORE ANSWERS THAN QUESTIONS...we are trapped in a forest of lies... and time has come to burn it down!!! Only takes one well placed torch...
A blood soaked Arthur IS RISING
Gonzo journalism and fiction is a tricky mix.... Welcome to my razor's edge.
HELLO THERE...
I am an elf in the attic making mind toys with sharp edges; an educated writer who gets good reviews, who you can read for free in the rough form of first drafts on the web, or purchase in a book form.
The best soldier does not attack. The superior fighter succeeds without violence. The greatest conqueror wins without struggle. The most successful manager leads without dictating. This is intelligent non aggressiveness. This is called the mastery of men.
tao
tao
Welcome to you, I am John Scott Ridgway, Novelist, Poet, Blogger, Radio and TV writer and actor... five books, also paint in oils and acrylics. I am poet warrior of sorts, a non violent radical, personally, though understanding of those who choose other paths IN THE EIGHTY PLUS COUNTRIES AT LAST COUNT THAT came in this blog ...
The predicted revolutions in the USA and around the would are going to
be violent in the next twenty years, is what the CIA says. I want them to stay peaceful, which is the only way to win this struggle between haves and have nots. They have more guns, we have more people,, and they include the mothers and sisters and brothers of the people they will ask to fight us.... I think they underestimate the police.
NEVER ACCEPT APPEASEMENT OVER JUSTICE. By any means necessary is the reality. . . the USA can be spared stupid wars, but other countries. . . need different solutions. . .
The number of Countries that have come in to have a look at this blog humbles me. Thank you very much.
NEVER UNDERESTIMATE HOW MUCH I DESPISE VIOLENCE
EXCEPT UNDER EXTRAORDINARY CIRCUMSTANCES BY
PROFESSIONALS, HOPEFULLY, like the police, military, etc...
understanding that violence is sometimes needed
does not mean I like anything about the sound
of fists hitting faces
Boxing is too much for me
make me feel like I am watching
dog fights with toothless pitbulls
"I am an artist first, and a politician second," as John Lennon said.
My intentions are to stop the violence from entering into
revolutionary wars
the CIA
predicts
will break out in the next twenty years all over the
world, including here...
But Ill tell ya,
if there is not some redistribution of
wealth here there and everywhere
WE WILL WITNESS THE HORROR
THE HORROR
OF WAR ON all OUR SHORES
My intentions is to keep these protests peaceful
so we can win
without bloodshed
Total War for Total Peace
Never incites violence
or destroys property
you should be able
to go to protests with strollers and babies
parents feeling as safe as the police
Now, poetry...
I am too far out into the battlefield to retreat. This CHARGE is win or die...
PROPHECIES OF ECSTASIES AND HORRORS
be aware
be very aware
total war
for total peace
is being fought
HERE
THERE will be many ways to die
and only one to live
give and give and give
until the worlds downtrodden and oppressed
can begin to forgive
before things get bloody and ruthless
My Peace sign shot full of holes
and my reason ignored
drowned out by the roar of machine guns
You cannot break the golden rule
all the time and not expect
consequences from nature
mankind
we will fight for our right to thrive as well
we do not accept your sentence
to poverty so you can earn more
by shipping the factory off to China
WE ACCEPT NO CHAINS...
BREAK THOSE WE HAVE
COME RUNNING FOR OUR OPPRESSORS
WHO THE HELL WOULDN'T???
nothing this mindgame in america can do to us
can destroy this thing inside that yearns for freedom
enough to die in the name of JUSTICE
generation after generation
from time
immemorial
can destroy this thing inside that yearns for freedom
enough to die in the name of JUSTICE
generation after generation
from time
immemorial
No more hyper-reality FOR US. We have already spent too long in an oasis of belief where nothing is wrong, folks... Now, we must face this was all a mirage... and try like hell to get out of this desert... or resolve ourself to the fact that we will leave our children to starve in the barren sands.
There are better ways to defeat an enemy than an outright fight, especially if you are vastly outnumbered, like the Elite. MSM PSY-WAR allows them to control our actions through our thoughts, and basically stop our FORCE from activating. I am not saying we should fight just because we can win, I am just saying we should fight before we lose, if no other option is left us.... because a world is at stake.
They SET UP LAWS THAT ALLOW THEM TO STEAL. MURDER. BRAINWASH THEIR CRITICS. We must begin to feel challenged now to stop them. Or WE WILL LOSE EVERYTHING. PERIOD. THE SKY, OTHER SPECIES, OUR WATER... OUR MINDS. No more hyper-reality for us... too long in that oasis where nothing is wrong folks... we must face this is all a mirage.
A cruel slap woke me to the PAIN
at the moment of birth;
My first cry was NO
buried in unintelligible screams.
I am a man now.
Now I catch your hand and break all the fingers.
at the moment of birth;
My first cry was NO
buried in unintelligible screams.
I am a man now.
Now I catch your hand and break all the fingers.
the promise
You must be whoever the enemy fears the least
or fears the most.
No other position is safe
or fears the most.
No other position is safe
da general
Welcome to the spark that inflames TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE.
I am too far out into the battlefield to retreat. This CHARGE is win or die...
THE ELVES ATTIC is stories, poetry, essay's, peculiar events in my life . . . oil painting, articles.
Your patience for bearing with me on my first drafts is a much appreciated kindness. Your worldwide interest is my muse . . .Lately I have been writing a book called Gangsta General x, about a revolutionary in the USA, who is fighting to keep the revolt peaceful as things spin out of control in the states after a famine gets the populace hungry enough to change their society once and for all....
HOW TO USE THIS BLOG: There is a black and white jukebox in the right column that you can shut off, or find songs on.... To listen to the COMEDY SKITS FROM THE SHOW PEACE AND PIPEDREAMS... turn off the black jukebox, and turn on the Green one. I play Moon Bong Haze and Jesus...
I have five majors, five books, two tv shows, a radio show, 76 countries at last count on this site alone, and over a million online readers to my credit. I can't thank any of you enough for all of your help and encouragement over the years; the favors and aide that has been offered me, the trust in my leadership... you are all SACRED TO ME ... even you folks I tend to hate.
TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE -- Thank you especially. Your sacrifices live on. I salute you... and SWEAR ON THE GODS OF MY FATHERS THAT WE WILL TRIUMPH AND YOUR DEATHS WILL BE PAID FOR IN BLOOD AND TREASURE.
Thank you.
2008/04/06
ARE WE ALOL
The prodigal daughter
Is every song sung unto dog
Why not
After all we have been through
Why not
Is every song sung unto dog
Why not
After all we have been through
Why not
the changing of the guard
the changing of the guard
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by jsr
29/01/07
1:35 PM
all we may need to build the tower of babble
is five simple rules for communication
that translate from language to language
like an easily cast spell
until we can smart up enough to give all the kids
lots of languages
to surf out the sacred
HOW CAN WE BE SO SMART
and so dum
deluded and weak?
don't expect a human to know
what it isn't taught
or be what it cannot conceive
give the eggs
an eternity of second chances
trust Her we learn and age and get better
when we are not beaten into madness
raped into brutality
forced to watch our children starve
or left behind alone to die in Pain
even then
somehow sometimes we get better
with a little help from the neighbors
the quiet Grace of Forgiveness
quit punishing us
because the system is unfair
and the advertisers make the cancer
sound so delicious
your theorists know their pavlov
soon everyone will
again
I will not leave my country
because of unjust laws!!!!!!
this eagles talons rip and tear
deluded and weak?
don't expect a human to know
what it isn't taught
or be what it cannot conceive
give the eggs
an eternity of second chances
trust Her we learn and age and get better
when we are not beaten into madness
raped into brutality
forced to watch our children starve
or left behind alone to die in Pain
even then
somehow sometimes we get better
with a little help from the neighbors
the quiet Grace of Forgiveness
quit punishing us
because the system is unfair
and the advertisers make the cancer
sound so delicious
your theorists know their pavlov
soon everyone will
again
I will not leave my country
because of unjust laws!!!!!!
this eagles talons rip and tear
DO WHAT YOU NEED TO DO
pirate a bit
white lie
dress all in black or psycho delic
get anxious
come unarmed
trust the boys in blue
they are trying NOW
always were
it was a secret
had to be
there were mistakes
little boy blue
and the man in the moon
when you coming home
dad i don't know when
but we'll get together then*
Why not now?
Harry Chapin credit. * A fellow cabbie, I must add for those some few who that means a lot to.
ll writings by John Scott Ridgway are protected by the law... but I encourage you to spread my poems by whatever means necessary. One day you will understand.
white lie
dress all in black or psycho delic
get anxious
come unarmed
trust the boys in blue
they are trying NOW
always were
it was a secret
had to be
there were mistakes
little boy blue
and the man in the moon
when you coming home
dad i don't know when
but we'll get together then*
Why not now?
Harry Chapin credit. * A fellow cabbie, I must add for those some few who that means a lot to.
ll writings by John Scott Ridgway are protected by the law... but I encourage you to spread my poems by whatever means necessary. One day you will understand.
DO WHAT YOU NEED TO DO
do what you need to do
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by jsr
29/01/07
1:04 PM
pirate a bit
white lie
dress all in black or psycho delic
get anxious
come unarmed
trust the boys in blue
they are trying NOW
always were
it was a secret
had to be
there were mistakes
little boy blue
and the man in the moon
when you coming home
dad i don't know when
but we'll get together then*
Why not now?
Harry Chapin credit. * A fellow cabbie, I must add for those some few who that means a lot to.
home
by jsr
29/01/07
1:04 PM
pirate a bit
white lie
dress all in black or psycho delic
get anxious
come unarmed
trust the boys in blue
they are trying NOW
always were
it was a secret
had to be
there were mistakes
little boy blue
and the man in the moon
when you coming home
dad i don't know when
but we'll get together then*
Why not now?
Harry Chapin credit. * A fellow cabbie, I must add for those some few who that means a lot to.
TRUST ME
we'll try to nourish you
no one lies
period
keep a secret,
sure
later admit it
when it is safe
say what it is
let it go
forgive
and learn to love again, baby
no one lies
period
keep a secret,
sure
later admit it
when it is safe
say what it is
let it go
forgive
and learn to love again, baby
FOLLOW us THIS TIME FOR AWHILE
revolt again if you have to
you shouldn't
not if I get my way and I just might
wE WILL LEAD
GIVE US A SECOND CHaNCEE
LET U
MAKE THOSE MOVieS IN EVERY LANGUAge
I DON'T WANT even need to KNOW
TOO STREESSFUL
WANT TO just kind of write, paint, hang out
LIVE
AND PARTY
LET US ALL B FREE OF PAIN
free of Pain
FOLOW us THIS TIME for awhile
then bleeping revolt again if you have to
you shouldn't
not if I get my way and I just might
wE WILL LEAD
GIVE US A SECOND CHaNCEE
MAKE THOSE MOVieS IN EVERY LANGUAge
I DON'T WANT even need to KNOW
TOO STREESSFUL
WANT TO just kind of write, paint, hang out
LIVE
AND PARTY
b free of the Pain
you shouldn't
not if I get my way and I just might
wE WILL LEAD
GIVE US A SECOND CHaNCEE
LET U
MAKE THOSE MOVieS IN EVERY LANGUAge
I DON'T WANT even need to KNOW
TOO STREESSFUL
WANT TO just kind of write, paint, hang out
LIVE
AND PARTY
LET US ALL B FREE OF PAIN
free of Pain
FOLOW us THIS TIME for awhile
then bleeping revolt again if you have to
you shouldn't
not if I get my way and I just might
wE WILL LEAD
GIVE US A SECOND CHaNCEE
MAKE THOSE MOVieS IN EVERY LANGUAge
I DON'T WANT even need to KNOW
TOO STREESSFUL
WANT TO just kind of write, paint, hang out
LIVE
AND PARTY
b free of the Pain
amazon warrior sent to me
special guest poet.... AMAZON WARRIOR
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by jsr
28/02/07
8:28 PM
special guest poet....
I scan the shelves seeking wisdom--
in the words of others,
Dreamers and Prophets
Older, wiser, more aware than myself--
to quiet the cacophony in my head. . .
To still the chaotic rumblings
beneath the complacent shell of my everyday,
Voices echo from every title, page, index. . .
"You cannot UN-know, Truth-- you can deny--
lie to yourself,
Paint on the polished veneer of the civilized animal
domesticated, tied to the stake,
roll over, show your throat and belly,
whine and cower--
but when the time comes,
When Greed and Malice and Hate come to grind
the bones of your most cherished
to pulp and powder,
Will you stand and watch--
or raise tooth and nail--
torch and pen-- to see a different tomorrow?
Your visions were not false,
Your dreams did not lead you astray--
only deeper into the primordial Question-waters,
Your blood and the blood of generations before you--
calls you to this. . .
Listen. Do you hear the drums?"
Maria at 28/02/07 1:10 AM | 0 comments
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by jsr
28/02/07
8:28 PM
special guest poet....
I scan the shelves seeking wisdom--
in the words of others,
Dreamers and Prophets
Older, wiser, more aware than myself--
to quiet the cacophony in my head. . .
To still the chaotic rumblings
beneath the complacent shell of my everyday,
Voices echo from every title, page, index. . .
"You cannot UN-know, Truth-- you can deny--
lie to yourself,
Paint on the polished veneer of the civilized animal
domesticated, tied to the stake,
roll over, show your throat and belly,
whine and cower--
but when the time comes,
When Greed and Malice and Hate come to grind
the bones of your most cherished
to pulp and powder,
Will you stand and watch--
or raise tooth and nail--
torch and pen-- to see a different tomorrow?
Your visions were not false,
Your dreams did not lead you astray--
only deeper into the primordial Question-waters,
Your blood and the blood of generations before you--
calls you to this. . .
Listen. Do you hear the drums?"
Maria at 28/02/07 1:10 AM | 0 comments
the order comes down
Please picture yourself walking through a brisk winter morning in 1775 Boston, going to a friendly pub for an eye opener and a bit of breakfest.. you pay heavy taxes and don't even get a decent wooden sidewalk over the muddy streets. You've been feeling sick of the world for sometime, but what could one person do??? If you spoke up they would throw you in a crazy hospital or jail or worse.... but on this fine morning you see on the walls and poles and doorways, someone has snuck in during the night and put up broadsides calling for a revolution. You read the words and they stir you like a lover. You go home and get your gun, head out into the field...inspired finally to be free. The free you have dreamt of... you lust to finally fight off the oppressor's so your children can live in a truly free land.
letter from the cheif of our hong kong bureau
When this came, last year, total war for total peace was sweeeping the planet and a revolution came, man... and we did it peaceful as possible.
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by jsr
01/03/07
10:27 AM
THIS LETTER IS FROM A REAL HIPSTER -- THAT MEANS HIS HEART IS AS WARM AS HIS MIND IS OPEN.... this dude knows music, people, and pain.... I love him like the brother he shares a name with... Can't reveal him as the big honcho he is (got a tv show he is in for you when he says okay...).
HONG KONG IS FUCKING AWAKE!!!!
He starts the letter with the title:
AWAKE??? Hell, yes.
Scott,
Sounds good. I'm sick of Americans accepting complacency and EXTREME corruption
as an acceptable norm. When we're wasting trillions on fucked up wars that put money
in already wealthy people's pockets.
This shit should be feeding the planet and saving the world. A real revolution, where
we don't accept blind obedience and where the government doesn't have the nerve to
EVEN SUGGEST going into Iran after their incompetent foray into the neighboring country.
The Dem response is weak at best, with meaningless, non-binding resolutions and
empty rhetoric. Neil Young, 'Living With War.' My dad emailed me about the brave
Americans. I vomited as I read blogs from Iraq, from good people who really feel
the anguish from dead brothers and cousins, brutally murdered for empty sectarian
reasons. And money. This needs to stop. Now. Not next year. Now.
'We can't cut off funding. We can't even use the word impeachment.' Come on.
How much support do they need before they act? Who is really for the war?
I'm like dad, why aren't you on the streets? Why do you drive a big pickup truck?
So easy to proclaim moral high ground when the gun is a million miles from the
target. And you don't meet the victims.
Who stole the soul? The world knows the government is corrupt, but where are
the people? Do they think this will just fade away at the ballot box? Are they really
so naive and hopeless to forget that the only good part of America came from
those on the streets who laid it down? YES. Whores for the shopping mall.
Empty convenience in comfortable suburban homes.
Come on Hillary. You voted for the war. Bottom line. Step the fuck down. I knew
what was going on and I didn't have the access you had. Wah, we were tricked.
Give me a break. Accept responsibility and get out of the way. I've had enough
of the phony 'liberal' Dem party who can't pull the trigger, even when the country
hands them firepower. To gun these evil neo-cons down.
Don't worry George. I know you're listening. But I got the hell out of your fascist
way. This is moving too close to armageddon. Regional conflict in the oil rich,
middle east. Americans think it's just terrorists. What happens when the whole
region is engulfed in war? Say goodbye to your consumer lala land. Doh.
Dude, go for it. Make it hard. It's the artist's responsibility, and the American
artists are all asleep. Do it smart like The Daily Show. Because that makes
even O'Reilly nervous. Propaganda cannot defeat intelligent humor.
Because they aren't that clever. Smart, evil, loud. But not clever.
And not funny. Subversion is heroic, and right now, it's patriotic.
You don't need my words. You're there already.
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by jsr
01/03/07
10:27 AM
THIS LETTER IS FROM A REAL HIPSTER -- THAT MEANS HIS HEART IS AS WARM AS HIS MIND IS OPEN.... this dude knows music, people, and pain.... I love him like the brother he shares a name with... Can't reveal him as the big honcho he is (got a tv show he is in for you when he says okay...).
HONG KONG IS FUCKING AWAKE!!!!
He starts the letter with the title:
AWAKE??? Hell, yes.
Scott,
Sounds good. I'm sick of Americans accepting complacency and EXTREME corruption
as an acceptable norm. When we're wasting trillions on fucked up wars that put money
in already wealthy people's pockets.
This shit should be feeding the planet and saving the world. A real revolution, where
we don't accept blind obedience and where the government doesn't have the nerve to
EVEN SUGGEST going into Iran after their incompetent foray into the neighboring country.
The Dem response is weak at best, with meaningless, non-binding resolutions and
empty rhetoric. Neil Young, 'Living With War.' My dad emailed me about the brave
Americans. I vomited as I read blogs from Iraq, from good people who really feel
the anguish from dead brothers and cousins, brutally murdered for empty sectarian
reasons. And money. This needs to stop. Now. Not next year. Now.
'We can't cut off funding. We can't even use the word impeachment.' Come on.
How much support do they need before they act? Who is really for the war?
I'm like dad, why aren't you on the streets? Why do you drive a big pickup truck?
So easy to proclaim moral high ground when the gun is a million miles from the
target. And you don't meet the victims.
Who stole the soul? The world knows the government is corrupt, but where are
the people? Do they think this will just fade away at the ballot box? Are they really
so naive and hopeless to forget that the only good part of America came from
those on the streets who laid it down? YES. Whores for the shopping mall.
Empty convenience in comfortable suburban homes.
Come on Hillary. You voted for the war. Bottom line. Step the fuck down. I knew
what was going on and I didn't have the access you had. Wah, we were tricked.
Give me a break. Accept responsibility and get out of the way. I've had enough
of the phony 'liberal' Dem party who can't pull the trigger, even when the country
hands them firepower. To gun these evil neo-cons down.
Don't worry George. I know you're listening. But I got the hell out of your fascist
way. This is moving too close to armageddon. Regional conflict in the oil rich,
middle east. Americans think it's just terrorists. What happens when the whole
region is engulfed in war? Say goodbye to your consumer lala land. Doh.
Dude, go for it. Make it hard. It's the artist's responsibility, and the American
artists are all asleep. Do it smart like The Daily Show. Because that makes
even O'Reilly nervous. Propaganda cannot defeat intelligent humor.
Because they aren't that clever. Smart, evil, loud. But not clever.
And not funny. Subversion is heroic, and right now, it's patriotic.
You don't need my words. You're there already.
better a good man
than a great man.
you can live among the people
without fear of an assassin's knife
among your family
safe as a lioness on the seringetti
you can live among the people
without fear of an assassin's knife
among your family
safe as a lioness on the seringetti
find the noble hal
the noble hal
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by jsr
29/01/07
2:54 AM
find the noble hal
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by jsr
29/01/07
2:54 AM
find hal
any hal
the hal inside of you
ready to show the nobless oblige
of a wino sharing his last sip?
Give up a few vices
buckle down and sing while you can
dance while you can
make love while you can
and live
all of us
by one bible
one new glorious bible
dreamed up by the likes of warren the ape
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by jsr
29/01/07
2:54 AM
find the noble hal
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by jsr
29/01/07
2:54 AM
find hal
any hal
the hal inside of you
ready to show the nobless oblige
of a wino sharing his last sip?
Give up a few vices
buckle down and sing while you can
dance while you can
make love while you can
and live
all of us
by one bible
one new glorious bible
dreamed up by the likes of warren the ape
they kept me out of the army
they kept me out of the army
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by jsr
29/01/07
2:47 AM
missed the signs of a warrior
tossed me out for mild wounds they considered broken
now i will sneak up behind them all
a quiet assassin in the night
my hugs and kisses will astound them
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by jsr
29/01/07
2:47 AM
missed the signs of a warrior
tossed me out for mild wounds they considered broken
now i will sneak up behind them all
a quiet assassin in the night
my hugs and kisses will astound them
thank you dan milano
heads up
china
and wherever the hell you are
Warren the ape-ished one is laying in front of the sofa unconscious and dribbling the usual vomit and vomit like substances from the corners of his fuzzy mouth.... some whore he was beating on earlier probably broke out of her restraints (I ain't coping to letting her go, but the footage would be too tempting for me to pass up, probably)and is right now cutting his toes off with a switch blade. M is all freaking out, so I told her warren was all into the toes getting cut off and sewed back on thing, and since Warren is Warren, M. believed me enough to excuse herself to vomit...
Dan Milano, your allowing me the privilege and pleasure of playing with Warren a bit has been INSPIRING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am hoping maybe instead of the radio gig, you could webcam in or whatever at one of my shows. I would love to seriously interview you. Imrprov and audiences and stuff still kind of freaks me out without a polishedish script. I'm a wimped boofed.
china
and wherever the hell you are
Warren the ape-ished one is laying in front of the sofa unconscious and dribbling the usual vomit and vomit like substances from the corners of his fuzzy mouth.... some whore he was beating on earlier probably broke out of her restraints (I ain't coping to letting her go, but the footage would be too tempting for me to pass up, probably)and is right now cutting his toes off with a switch blade. M is all freaking out, so I told her warren was all into the toes getting cut off and sewed back on thing, and since Warren is Warren, M. believed me enough to excuse herself to vomit...
Dan Milano, your allowing me the privilege and pleasure of playing with Warren a bit has been INSPIRING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am hoping maybe instead of the radio gig, you could webcam in or whatever at one of my shows. I would love to seriously interview you. Imrprov and audiences and stuff still kind of freaks me out without a polishedish script. I'm a wimped boofed.
the artic. my god the arctic....
circle the animals
get your guns ready
save the
animals and children
let all the rightous warriors unite
and fight
those who choose this hell
get your guns ready
save the
animals and children
let all the rightous warriors unite
and fight
those who choose this hell
we revolt at night
silently
peaceful
as one people
indivisible
under dog
we revolt at night
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by jsr
29/01/07
7:43 AM
there is still time
for you
to animate this world
start making the films
we will play for our children
our animals
neighbors
towns
counties
states
governments
worlds
the verses you have longed to sing
can now be sung
don't let no demon types stop you
this time
to animate this world
start making the films
we will play for our children
our animals
neighbors
towns
counties
states
governments
worlds
the verses you have longed to sing
can now be sung
don't let no demon types stop you
this time
does this beast WANT TO MARCH INTO HELL???
LOOK IN THE MiRROR, mirror
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by jsr
does this beast
WANT TO MARCH INTO HELL???
of course not
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by jsr
does this beast
WANT TO MARCH INTO HELL???
of course not
gamers at war
GAMERS AT WAR
GAMERS AT WAR!@!!!!!*&*^^&!!!!!!YEAH!!!!!!!!!
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by jsr
29/01/07
8:04 AM
WHO ELSE
I DON'T KNOW
I ONLY LEAD silly MARCHS
YOU WORK
ALL OF YOU
THIS TIME
GOOD FLOOD
LET'S
FIX THIS MESS
ARTISTS
YOU ARE
FREE
WHO WILL HELP
US LEAD
THE MARCHES????
you WHO have earned this RIGHT
GAMERS AT WAR!@!!!!!*&*^^&!!!!!!YEAH!!!!!!!!!
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by jsr
29/01/07
8:04 AM
WHO ELSE
I DON'T KNOW
I ONLY LEAD silly MARCHS
YOU WORK
ALL OF YOU
THIS TIME
GOOD FLOOD
LET'S
FIX THIS MESS
ARTISTS
YOU ARE
FREE
WHO WILL HELP
US LEAD
THE MARCHES????
you WHO have earned this RIGHT
good flood this time
GOOD FLOOD THIS TIME
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by jsr
29/01/07
8:22 AM
GOOD FLOOD THIS TIME
WE
ARE COOL ENOUGH TO CATCH THE WAVE
THIS TIME
TO GO SURF ACROSS THE UNIVERSE
AND MULTIPLY
WE HAVE TO be RESPONSIBLE
gg
run OUR ANGERS BY THE SOOTHING PRESENCE OF PEACE
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by jsr
29/01/07
8:22 AM
GOOD FLOOD THIS TIME
WE
ARE COOL ENOUGH TO CATCH THE WAVE
THIS TIME
TO GO SURF ACROSS THE UNIVERSE
AND MULTIPLY
WE HAVE TO be RESPONSIBLE
gg
run OUR ANGERS BY THE SOOTHING PRESENCE OF PEACE
the monks are armed this time
the monks are armed again
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by jsr
29/01/07
8:23 AM
WE ARE SEEKING A CURE
we are MARCHING
following
a tentative map
toward
Peace
READY
TO DIE
FOR YOU
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by jsr
29/01/07
8:23 AM
WE ARE SEEKING A CURE
we are MARCHING
following
a tentative map
toward
Peace
READY
TO DIE
FOR YOU
we don't know much
WE do KNOW HOW TO PARtY
read, make art, dream
LET'S BE SAFE
AT HOME
NOT CRAZY IN THE STREETS
NOT IN this blessed FLOOD
NOT
WHEN
WEE WEEE
LEAD
read, make art, dream
LET'S BE SAFE
AT HOME
NOT CRAZY IN THE STREETS
NOT IN this blessed FLOOD
NOT
WHEN
WEE WEEE
LEAD
we have been gathering forever
WE HAVE BEEN GATHERIng
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by jsr
29/01/07
8:33 AM
FOREVER
of course of course of course
i DIDN'T KNOW
or notice
self-absorbed one always trying to file away
digest
too much
I
supreme
BOOF
most of my books were read as an escape
from a room of Pain
instead of a searching for a sense of the sacred
blame that mind mess
on a quirk of this american system
where us pube's don't get literary criticism
until college
by then it is all preaching to the choir
No wonder the novelists keep proclaiming themselves dead.
why does this shit happen?
too much critical thinking
for they great they's pets??
doubt they are that smart
but you never know
what they'll say
when they finally come in from the cold
never be no ivory tower
for this indiana boy (I like elephants too much)
I will teach first grade through whatever
attend whatever wounds need healing
so the pipedream plays softly under the r and b
let's get to learning the ones
you've had to give up on
manifest the power of their magic
let them break their own chains
and smile that smile
the colbert show was reassuring last night
JESUS, isolated in Chicago by the largest army in the world, is being used at this point to try to bring the world to the right politically. On the tv, brave actors and writers and producers are trying to help the Christ with his radical revolution. Steven Colbert and John Stewart were the first to help me along.
the colbert report was reassuring tonight
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by jsr
15/03/07
5:55 AM
that THERE, UH... mysterious zeitgeist is getting more and more
accurate
maybe
they too are feeling
the whole
don't fucking pick on butters no more
no more
thing
the david michael gilbert thing
guess they know people worth fighting
picked up on the whole eagle john denver thing...
PEOPLE HAVE STARTED A CONVERSATION WITH FILMS
NO MORE FUCKIGN STUDIOS!!!!!
or
it's a secret but I
Couldn't thank you enough if I tried.
scares me shitless of course
the colbert report was reassuring tonight
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by jsr
15/03/07
5:55 AM
that THERE, UH... mysterious zeitgeist is getting more and more
accurate
maybe
they too are feeling
the whole
don't fucking pick on butters no more
no more
thing
the david michael gilbert thing
guess they know people worth fighting
picked up on the whole eagle john denver thing...
PEOPLE HAVE STARTED A CONVERSATION WITH FILMS
NO MORE FUCKIGN STUDIOS!!!!!
or
it's a secret but I
Couldn't thank you enough if I tried.
scares me shitless of course
merlin cut himself into specks & fed himself to you
14/03/07
4:28 PM
the wizard
is NOW
INSIDE YOU
seize his magic
hold on for DEAR LIFE
PRAY TO THE MAD MAGICIANS' VOICE IN YOUR HEAD
MAKE IT MIGHTY AND STRONG
enough
FOR A TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE
a blood soaked arthur
is rising
there are many ways to die
in this crusade of pain
&
only ONE
TO LIVE
forgive
THIS IS DEDICATED TO MY BROTHER MIKE, the toughest kid in his class in school... he probably could have kicked my ass, if we had ever fought. He read everything on arthur his whole life, then found out in his thirties he was the sperm seepige of the great king... down thru other races and strengthened and refined by the plans of savage grace -- be they time or some face of a woman we will search the galaxies for -- some muse that helped the dreamers dream all this up... she is in this room, this praxis. I feel so damned lucky. A boof like me here... everyone around me is holding thier breath, since the seizure SEEMED like it was messing up an opportunity, but actually led to this peace poetry.
Strange how a still basically unexplained 30 hour coma and going crazy created this entire CRUSADE OF PAIN.
Do with that what you will. I am not going to any churches. THIS CRUSADE OF PAIN acknowledges all gods and none.
4:28 PM
the wizard
is NOW
INSIDE YOU
seize his magic
hold on for DEAR LIFE
PRAY TO THE MAD MAGICIANS' VOICE IN YOUR HEAD
MAKE IT MIGHTY AND STRONG
enough
FOR A TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE
a blood soaked arthur
is rising
there are many ways to die
in this crusade of pain
&
only ONE
TO LIVE
forgive
THIS IS DEDICATED TO MY BROTHER MIKE, the toughest kid in his class in school... he probably could have kicked my ass, if we had ever fought. He read everything on arthur his whole life, then found out in his thirties he was the sperm seepige of the great king... down thru other races and strengthened and refined by the plans of savage grace -- be they time or some face of a woman we will search the galaxies for -- some muse that helped the dreamers dream all this up... she is in this room, this praxis. I feel so damned lucky. A boof like me here... everyone around me is holding thier breath, since the seizure SEEMED like it was messing up an opportunity, but actually led to this peace poetry.
Strange how a still basically unexplained 30 hour coma and going crazy created this entire CRUSADE OF PAIN.
Do with that what you will. I am not going to any churches. THIS CRUSADE OF PAIN acknowledges all gods and none.
iraqi wedding picture
IRAQ WEDDING PICTURE....
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by jsr
14/03/07
8:08 AM
WE RETURN FROM OUR WORLD WIDE WARS...
ENRAGED WARRIORS
STAND OUTSIDE OF ROME
AND BANG OUR war DRUMS AND SCREAM OUR GUITARS
UNTIL WE ARE GIVEN
LAND AND RESPECT...
THE GOLD OF THE CHURCHES
we WILL NOT FORGIVE THE CLERGY
for molesting our children
while WE fought your WARs
JESUS TOLD me
HE WANTS you TO MELT THOSE FUCKING
CRUCIFIXES AND FEED THE POOR!!@!
WHAT THE HELL EVER MADE you THINK
HE WANTS TO SEE THE PLACE
OF HIS PAIN
hanging in his house
this time ....
our wounded WILL BE RESPECTED!!!!!!!!!
THEIR FAMALIES TAKEN CARE OF...
THEIR CHILDREN NURTURED.
WE ARE WAR!!!!!!!!!!
OUR DEAD MUST BE HONORED EVERY DAY OF OUR LIVES.
WE WILL NOT REMOVE OUR WAR PAINT
UNTIL you DAMNED politicians MEET OUR TERMS...
WE ATTACK IF WE HAVE TO...
A LOT OF US WANT TO...
we DON'T MIND dying with our boots on
we will crawl out of the hospitals if we have too....
dying taking you down
beats the hell out of so many lives you crippled here.
WE'D PREFER TO PARTY AND GET LAID
WOULDN'T you
NOW
you KNOW HOW
TO LET US
let you.
thank yoU DEAD COUNTRY... one of the most important, unforgivingly intellectual sites on the net. Written by a man with an open mind and a warm heart. One of my few blog readers who has actuallty stopped by for a stoke. This picture from his site should create a million poems... we will put every damned one ON FEARLESS RADIO AND 10 MILLION PEOPLE A MONTH (FOR NOW) WILL SEE THEM... POETS, COME ON.... DIP YOUR PENS IN YOUR OWN BLOOD, FEEL THE PAIN OF THE WARRIORS.... WRITE FOR THEM NOW.
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by jsr
14/03/07
8:08 AM
WE RETURN FROM OUR WORLD WIDE WARS...
ENRAGED WARRIORS
STAND OUTSIDE OF ROME
AND BANG OUR war DRUMS AND SCREAM OUR GUITARS
UNTIL WE ARE GIVEN
LAND AND RESPECT...
THE GOLD OF THE CHURCHES
we WILL NOT FORGIVE THE CLERGY
for molesting our children
while WE fought your WARs
JESUS TOLD me
HE WANTS you TO MELT THOSE FUCKING
CRUCIFIXES AND FEED THE POOR!!@!
WHAT THE HELL EVER MADE you THINK
HE WANTS TO SEE THE PLACE
OF HIS PAIN
hanging in his house
this time ....
our wounded WILL BE RESPECTED!!!!!!!!!
THEIR FAMALIES TAKEN CARE OF...
THEIR CHILDREN NURTURED.
WE ARE WAR!!!!!!!!!!
OUR DEAD MUST BE HONORED EVERY DAY OF OUR LIVES.
WE WILL NOT REMOVE OUR WAR PAINT
UNTIL you DAMNED politicians MEET OUR TERMS...
WE ATTACK IF WE HAVE TO...
A LOT OF US WANT TO...
we DON'T MIND dying with our boots on
we will crawl out of the hospitals if we have too....
dying taking you down
beats the hell out of so many lives you crippled here.
WE'D PREFER TO PARTY AND GET LAID
WOULDN'T you
NOW
you KNOW HOW
TO LET US
let you.
thank yoU DEAD COUNTRY... one of the most important, unforgivingly intellectual sites on the net. Written by a man with an open mind and a warm heart. One of my few blog readers who has actuallty stopped by for a stoke. This picture from his site should create a million poems... we will put every damned one ON FEARLESS RADIO AND 10 MILLION PEOPLE A MONTH (FOR NOW) WILL SEE THEM... POETS, COME ON.... DIP YOUR PENS IN YOUR OWN BLOOD, FEEL THE PAIN OF THE WARRIORS.... WRITE FOR THEM NOW.
wash your neighbors' feet
everyone has to learn to get along right now
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by jsr
28/01/07
6:00 PM
if we are going to let this game
spin us out into the universe
and take our place at the galactic helm
picard will stride confidently out of our dreams
and make it so
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by jsr
28/01/07
6:00 PM
if we are going to let this game
spin us out into the universe
and take our place at the galactic helm
picard will stride confidently out of our dreams
and make it so
hatreds you can try try try try try to kill me
28/01/07
3:51 PM
my work is almost done
yours has just begun
can't wait to read what you come up with
i'll wander out a socrates ranting
in a diaper
so i can tell people
it is time for a change
and that I can go anywhere
3:51 PM
my work is almost done
yours has just begun
can't wait to read what you come up with
i'll wander out a socrates ranting
in a diaper
so i can tell people
it is time for a change
and that I can go anywhere
i am the gunn
I AM THE GUN
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by jsr
28/01/07
3:47 PM
i pull a wooden woman from her black hinged rine and
play a mood swing on her six g-strings...
by chris
remember that one buddy?????
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by jsr
28/01/07
3:47 PM
i pull a wooden woman from her black hinged rine and
play a mood swing on her six g-strings...
by chris
remember that one buddy?????
i am so sick of secrets
by jsr
28/01/07
12:24 PM
duplicity
can't we change
NOW
put a camera on everyone
hide nothing
why?????
rub off with the whole universe watching
28/01/07
12:24 PM
duplicity
can't we change
NOW
put a camera on everyone
hide nothing
why?????
rub off with the whole universe watching
they leeft me starving and in pain
they left me starving and in Pain
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by jsr
27/01/07
4:42 PM
called it a financial game
I was just road kill under their wheels
i can barely forgive them
but i will
though I sure as hell don't feel like talking to them
yet
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by jsr
27/01/07
4:42 PM
called it a financial game
I was just road kill under their wheels
i can barely forgive them
but i will
though I sure as hell don't feel like talking to them
yet
poetry about radio show
The CHRIST is working for a radio show at this point, which has been set up by a cabal of secret groups who want to use him to foment their own wishes. THe christ has said nice things about the the Catholics, and they think he is one... At this point though, the christ is going back and forth from believing who he is... and who has been. The people around him know him as scott ridgway, not this emerging creature of savage grace.
BY the world noticing him, and by his own trust in himself as a leader who is motivated by love for all people, he feels like he has a soap box... HE does not know yet that the Mafia runs the radio station, and would not find out until God wanted him to know...
tonight's poetry
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by jsr
14/03/07
1:51 AM
WELL, JUST DID A VERSION OF THE SCRIPT.... I GOT SO EXCITED I STARTED PACING AROUND THE STUDIO... KICKING PEACE'S SEX TOYS... HE STROKES HIS GENIUS WITH MANY, MANY DIFFERENT DEVICES -- NOT JUST THE SIX FOOT DILDO AND STUFF... MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS TOO -- OF COURSE PEACE CAN PLAY THEM ALL.
should have done this earlier... but the TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN THIS...
RADIO SCRIPT FOR
PEACE AND HIS PIPEDREAMS:
Hey, buddy, THIS IS THE C
P
TATAL WRO
FPO
-PEACE
SOUNDS LIKE BUCKY IS HAVING A PARTY TONIGHT
I spent the day BONGING WITH GENERAL GANGSTA X
GO TO MY SITE FOR A TOUCH OF HIS GENIUS... the elves attic... AND A SCRIPT OF WHAT I AM SAYING RIGHT NOW. IT'S THE ELVES ATTIC... GOOGLE IT, BUDDEE... this studio at 401 east ontario is so cool.. you can watch us from the window.
I AM SO PROUD OF THIS SHOW TONIGHT
BUCKY AND PEACE ARE SO FUCKING GOOD
INSPIRED BY ME POETRY AND THEIRS
sounds like Bucky is throwing a party, huh???
first and foremost, thank you warriors....
this first poem is for our bud pauly shore
he has been encouraging me for years
with his cool ways and that hot ass of his
and most important his comedy
emails and stuff
the FUCKED UP LAWS and their statues of limitations
silence me
I WILL NOT TOLERATE THAT SHIT
NOT WITH YOU
CAPTAIN FACTOR X'S
AT MY BACK
FIRST POEM FOR PAULY
THIS IS ON HIS MYSPACE... YOU CAN SEE THE COOLEST SHIT THERE.
JOKESTER'S UNITE
this is our right
we
NO LONGER VICTIMS
of the whims
of jackels and fools
NO
not in this night
racing down from the stars
ready
screaming
itching for a fight
that's our EAGLE TONIGHT
TONIGHT
THIS IS FOR ANDY DICK
THE BEST DICK IN HOLLYWOOD
OR RIGHT NOW ON THE SET
OF HIS FILM WITH THAT HOT THANG
JESSICA SIMPSON... OR ONE OF THOSE
TALENTED WOODY GODS.
And his talented crew
who are there for us all
you live deeply embedded in fiction
we are flowers in our NIGHT
still nazi?
still white?
STILL ALL ABOUT FIGHT OR FLIGHT
NO ONE LOOKS MUCH DIFERENT
UNDER THE COVER OF OUR DARKNESS
WE WILL BE ONE IN THIS
OUR NIGHT
this is for our bud SPIKE FUCKING LEE
GET ON THE BUS
what the fuck do we have to lose?
This shitty existence??
TAKE IT
WE'LL RIDE OUT WITH
OUR WARRIOR STATESMAN GODish CLINT
AND DIE WITH OUR BOOTS ON
we are going
to have to wait for those damn
statues of limitations to pass
that damn thing is always
messing with what i can write for you...
STOP THEM FROM FUCKING WITH US WEED
HEADS
WE ARE NOT GOING TO PUT UP WITH IT
DON'T MAKE US GO APESHIT
ON THE COPS WE LOVE
we are better than that
we will pack them bongs
crack them beers
get them laid
and sit at their feet for a few decades
and learn what they know
JOSEPH WAMBAUGH
TRIED TO SHOW YOU THIER
SCARS
I READ ALL HIS BOOKS
HE FINDS that beauty in the horror
and he fights the horror at every praxis
WARRIOR POET CRUSADER MONKS DO THAT
WE ALWAYS HAVE
we will not be silence again
THIS CRUSADE HAS FEW SECRETS
we keep the ones that will hurt our soldiers
WE DO NOT HURT OUR SOLDIER
OR GET HER HURT
IF WE CAN
if you will let us FORGIVE YOU
PAULY OUR BUDDDEEEEEEE!!!!!
SAYS HE GETS THE BEST WEED in hollyweird..
that boy was raised by comedy
and that band of bi-sexual, drugged out weasels
he channel the pain of all that in his comedy
had to bury it under his words
to keep from offending
our court of impossible standards
(AS THE SHOW GOES ON.... I SIT HERE WRITING POETRY ABOUT THE ONCE AND FUTURE VOICE OF HIS GENERATION.... ALONG WITH THE OTHER BUDS... SPIKE LEE, ANDY DICK, DAN MILANO, WARREN THE APE, GREG THE BUNNY, SETH GREEN, SETH MCFARLANE, TREY AND MATT, SPIKE LEE, DAVID BYRNED... AND MOSTLY, YOU ELFSHITS.
i get wood thinking about when we
get to pack him
a few (or twenty) bongs of some chi-town kind bud
and sit at his feet and listen for a few years
he grew up comedy
with parents who told him
to go for it
be a prophet
be an icon
do it right
NOW, THIS IS FOR DAN MILANO
HE CAME TO ME FIRST
A GIFT FROM THE GODS
WHEN I NEEDED THE KIND WORDS
OF A MASTER PUPPETER
BUY GREG THE BUNNY'S BEST OF FILM PARODIES
IT IS A CHAPTER IN THIS HERE PEACE BIBLE
WE'LL TRY TO NOURISH YOU
no one lies
period
keep a secret sure
later admit it
when it is safe
let it go now warriors
forgive and learn to love again baby
we need you to open our hearts
and warm our minds
_____________________________-
we owe so many more thanks
you know who you are
love you and let's get to praying to the wisest
voice in our heads
give it the mighty strength
to fight THIS TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE
GO TO THE ELVES ATTIC... OR FAMILY GUY, SOUTH PARK, ROBOT CHICKEN... WHEREVER... THIS NEW PEACE BIBLE IS EVERYWHER -- YOU JUST HAVE TO PRAY TO PEACE FOR THE ABILITY TO TAKE THEIR LESSONS HOME TO YOUR HEAR.
THANK YOU PEACE
YOU ARE DOING ONe HEAVEN OF A JOB..
--------------------------------
anybody reading me right now??
I keep picturing how excited I would have been
as a young writer
had I discovered
someone at my end of the learning
curve
getting ready to go mano mano
for our pipedreams
A WAR WISENED GENERAL
RAISED BY MERLIN'S SPIRIT -- WHICH HE GAVE TO YOU
HE CUT HIMSELF INTO TINY PEACES AND FED HIMSELF
TO YOU
FIND HIM INSIDE YOURSELF
FIND HIS non-MAGIC
PRAY TO HIS VOICE IN YOUR HEAD
BY the world noticing him, and by his own trust in himself as a leader who is motivated by love for all people, he feels like he has a soap box... HE does not know yet that the Mafia runs the radio station, and would not find out until God wanted him to know...
tonight's poetry
home
by jsr
14/03/07
1:51 AM
WELL, JUST DID A VERSION OF THE SCRIPT.... I GOT SO EXCITED I STARTED PACING AROUND THE STUDIO... KICKING PEACE'S SEX TOYS... HE STROKES HIS GENIUS WITH MANY, MANY DIFFERENT DEVICES -- NOT JUST THE SIX FOOT DILDO AND STUFF... MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS TOO -- OF COURSE PEACE CAN PLAY THEM ALL.
should have done this earlier... but the TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN THIS...
RADIO SCRIPT FOR
PEACE AND HIS PIPEDREAMS:
Hey, buddy, THIS IS THE C
P
TATAL WRO
FPO
-PEACE
SOUNDS LIKE BUCKY IS HAVING A PARTY TONIGHT
I spent the day BONGING WITH GENERAL GANGSTA X
GO TO MY SITE FOR A TOUCH OF HIS GENIUS... the elves attic... AND A SCRIPT OF WHAT I AM SAYING RIGHT NOW. IT'S THE ELVES ATTIC... GOOGLE IT, BUDDEE... this studio at 401 east ontario is so cool.. you can watch us from the window.
I AM SO PROUD OF THIS SHOW TONIGHT
BUCKY AND PEACE ARE SO FUCKING GOOD
INSPIRED BY ME POETRY AND THEIRS
sounds like Bucky is throwing a party, huh???
first and foremost, thank you warriors....
this first poem is for our bud pauly shore
he has been encouraging me for years
with his cool ways and that hot ass of his
and most important his comedy
emails and stuff
the FUCKED UP LAWS and their statues of limitations
silence me
I WILL NOT TOLERATE THAT SHIT
NOT WITH YOU
CAPTAIN FACTOR X'S
AT MY BACK
FIRST POEM FOR PAULY
THIS IS ON HIS MYSPACE... YOU CAN SEE THE COOLEST SHIT THERE.
JOKESTER'S UNITE
this is our right
we
NO LONGER VICTIMS
of the whims
of jackels and fools
NO
not in this night
racing down from the stars
ready
screaming
itching for a fight
that's our EAGLE TONIGHT
TONIGHT
THIS IS FOR ANDY DICK
THE BEST DICK IN HOLLYWOOD
OR RIGHT NOW ON THE SET
OF HIS FILM WITH THAT HOT THANG
JESSICA SIMPSON... OR ONE OF THOSE
TALENTED WOODY GODS.
And his talented crew
who are there for us all
you live deeply embedded in fiction
we are flowers in our NIGHT
still nazi?
still white?
STILL ALL ABOUT FIGHT OR FLIGHT
NO ONE LOOKS MUCH DIFERENT
UNDER THE COVER OF OUR DARKNESS
WE WILL BE ONE IN THIS
OUR NIGHT
this is for our bud SPIKE FUCKING LEE
GET ON THE BUS
what the fuck do we have to lose?
This shitty existence??
TAKE IT
WE'LL RIDE OUT WITH
OUR WARRIOR STATESMAN GODish CLINT
AND DIE WITH OUR BOOTS ON
we are going
to have to wait for those damn
statues of limitations to pass
that damn thing is always
messing with what i can write for you...
STOP THEM FROM FUCKING WITH US WEED
HEADS
WE ARE NOT GOING TO PUT UP WITH IT
DON'T MAKE US GO APESHIT
ON THE COPS WE LOVE
we are better than that
we will pack them bongs
crack them beers
get them laid
and sit at their feet for a few decades
and learn what they know
JOSEPH WAMBAUGH
TRIED TO SHOW YOU THIER
SCARS
I READ ALL HIS BOOKS
HE FINDS that beauty in the horror
and he fights the horror at every praxis
WARRIOR POET CRUSADER MONKS DO THAT
WE ALWAYS HAVE
we will not be silence again
THIS CRUSADE HAS FEW SECRETS
we keep the ones that will hurt our soldiers
WE DO NOT HURT OUR SOLDIER
OR GET HER HURT
IF WE CAN
if you will let us FORGIVE YOU
PAULY OUR BUDDDEEEEEEE!!!!!
SAYS HE GETS THE BEST WEED in hollyweird..
that boy was raised by comedy
and that band of bi-sexual, drugged out weasels
he channel the pain of all that in his comedy
had to bury it under his words
to keep from offending
our court of impossible standards
(AS THE SHOW GOES ON.... I SIT HERE WRITING POETRY ABOUT THE ONCE AND FUTURE VOICE OF HIS GENERATION.... ALONG WITH THE OTHER BUDS... SPIKE LEE, ANDY DICK, DAN MILANO, WARREN THE APE, GREG THE BUNNY, SETH GREEN, SETH MCFARLANE, TREY AND MATT, SPIKE LEE, DAVID BYRNED... AND MOSTLY, YOU ELFSHITS.
i get wood thinking about when we
get to pack him
a few (or twenty) bongs of some chi-town kind bud
and sit at his feet and listen for a few years
he grew up comedy
with parents who told him
to go for it
be a prophet
be an icon
do it right
NOW, THIS IS FOR DAN MILANO
HE CAME TO ME FIRST
A GIFT FROM THE GODS
WHEN I NEEDED THE KIND WORDS
OF A MASTER PUPPETER
BUY GREG THE BUNNY'S BEST OF FILM PARODIES
IT IS A CHAPTER IN THIS HERE PEACE BIBLE
WE'LL TRY TO NOURISH YOU
no one lies
period
keep a secret sure
later admit it
when it is safe
let it go now warriors
forgive and learn to love again baby
we need you to open our hearts
and warm our minds
_____________________________-
we owe so many more thanks
you know who you are
love you and let's get to praying to the wisest
voice in our heads
give it the mighty strength
to fight THIS TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE
GO TO THE ELVES ATTIC... OR FAMILY GUY, SOUTH PARK, ROBOT CHICKEN... WHEREVER... THIS NEW PEACE BIBLE IS EVERYWHER -- YOU JUST HAVE TO PRAY TO PEACE FOR THE ABILITY TO TAKE THEIR LESSONS HOME TO YOUR HEAR.
THANK YOU PEACE
YOU ARE DOING ONe HEAVEN OF A JOB..
--------------------------------
anybody reading me right now??
I keep picturing how excited I would have been
as a young writer
had I discovered
someone at my end of the learning
curve
getting ready to go mano mano
for our pipedreams
A WAR WISENED GENERAL
RAISED BY MERLIN'S SPIRIT -- WHICH HE GAVE TO YOU
HE CUT HIMSELF INTO TINY PEACES AND FED HIMSELF
TO YOU
FIND HIM INSIDE YOURSELF
FIND HIS non-MAGIC
PRAY TO HIS VOICE IN YOUR HEAD
the word ... let the warriors go home
the word ... let the warriors go home
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by jsr
13/03/07
2:27 PM
We need them to fight true enemies now... not made up ones.
We strike down this whole DAMNED world if that is what it takes to make the politicians forgive the warriors and let them go home and tend to the animals and the forests and free the slaves of all ilks and get the kids out of the factories into schools BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY..... let them fight the fight they dream of... with no ambiguity.... LET US ALL BE CAMELOT... our round table every tv, radio, computer, book, conversation, animated SHOWS.... the simpsons of course brought the subversive into our living rooms first, and there they were again for Al Gore... who I would like to put in the white house... but what do I know??? I WANT OBAMA AND HILLARY AND BILL AND ANDY DICK, TOO... MOSTLY ANDY DICK. THE WORLD WILL HAVE REALLY GROWN UP WHEN HE IS IN THE WHITE HOUSE.
FIRST WE HAVE TO GET GENERAL GANGSTA IN THAT WHITE HOUSE... hE IS GOING TO PAINT IT ALL PSYCHO -- NO MORE WHITE HOUSE....
Gangsta HAS AN AGENDA WE ALL CAN LOVE... IF HE'S EVEN INTERESTED.
WHEN WE RETURN FROM OUR WORLD WIDE WARS...
THE WARRIORS STAND OUTSIDE OF ROME AND BEAT OUR DRUMS UNTIL WE ARE GIVEN LAND AND RESPECT... WE WILL NOT REMOVE OUR WAR PAINT UNTIL YOU MEET OUR TERMS...
this time .... our wounded WILL BE RESPECTED!!!!!!!!! THEIR FAMALIES TAKEN CARE OF... THEIR CHILDREN NURTURED.
OUR DEAD MUST BE HONORED EVERY DAY OF OUR LIVES.
WE ATTACK IF WE HAVE TO... we DON'T MIND dying with our boots on.... we will crawl out of the hospitals if we have too.... dying taking you down beats the hell out of so many lives you crippled here.
I PRAY THERE ARE ENOUGH POLITICIANS AWAKE THAT WE LAUGH OVER THE VIOLENCE IN THESE WORDS.... CALL THEM TREACLE.... THE strange FIREs that will become scott ridgway's warmth when I kill this Pain.
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by jsr
13/03/07
2:27 PM
We need them to fight true enemies now... not made up ones.
We strike down this whole DAMNED world if that is what it takes to make the politicians forgive the warriors and let them go home and tend to the animals and the forests and free the slaves of all ilks and get the kids out of the factories into schools BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY..... let them fight the fight they dream of... with no ambiguity.... LET US ALL BE CAMELOT... our round table every tv, radio, computer, book, conversation, animated SHOWS.... the simpsons of course brought the subversive into our living rooms first, and there they were again for Al Gore... who I would like to put in the white house... but what do I know??? I WANT OBAMA AND HILLARY AND BILL AND ANDY DICK, TOO... MOSTLY ANDY DICK. THE WORLD WILL HAVE REALLY GROWN UP WHEN HE IS IN THE WHITE HOUSE.
FIRST WE HAVE TO GET GENERAL GANGSTA IN THAT WHITE HOUSE... hE IS GOING TO PAINT IT ALL PSYCHO -- NO MORE WHITE HOUSE....
Gangsta HAS AN AGENDA WE ALL CAN LOVE... IF HE'S EVEN INTERESTED.
WHEN WE RETURN FROM OUR WORLD WIDE WARS...
THE WARRIORS STAND OUTSIDE OF ROME AND BEAT OUR DRUMS UNTIL WE ARE GIVEN LAND AND RESPECT... WE WILL NOT REMOVE OUR WAR PAINT UNTIL YOU MEET OUR TERMS...
this time .... our wounded WILL BE RESPECTED!!!!!!!!! THEIR FAMALIES TAKEN CARE OF... THEIR CHILDREN NURTURED.
OUR DEAD MUST BE HONORED EVERY DAY OF OUR LIVES.
WE ATTACK IF WE HAVE TO... we DON'T MIND dying with our boots on.... we will crawl out of the hospitals if we have too.... dying taking you down beats the hell out of so many lives you crippled here.
I PRAY THERE ARE ENOUGH POLITICIANS AWAKE THAT WE LAUGH OVER THE VIOLENCE IN THESE WORDS.... CALL THEM TREACLE.... THE strange FIREs that will become scott ridgway's warmth when I kill this Pain.
2008/04/03
sample of waking up jesus book
GOD SPEAKS IN DREAMS
You are truly alone
When you are a CHRIST among men
THERE is no one on this planet who can understand this becoming
The rending of flesh and thought
This emergence from the quagmires of humanity into the greater light
The visions do not fit into my life...
They do not fit into my beliefs...
They make my fellows believe I have lost my reason...
The flesh wants to run from the truth
Oh God... some days it feels
As if my legs will buckle from the effort
Of getting out of bed in the morning
My thoughts have become steel forged in the fire of God
Heavy hardened incongruous with my flesh
The weight is more than a man could carry
Ask not for my throne
Until you understand
The Rule of Law
Damns any who try to hold the scepter
Ask the cursed out cop
The families of the dead judges and politicians who went after the dark ones
The American soldiers cursed in the Middle East
Times this times infinity and you will begin to see the wrath I live within
When I live a life
I almost always get myself killed
Understand the young martyrs anxious to die in the service of God
I was convinced last winter that I was going to get myself killed
For awhile that was the only way I could deal with
Being betrayed by my family, those I thought my friends... my church, my state, the system of law I believed in...
How I live on despite what has happened?
LOVE
For even those I will war on
The grim knowledge that I will have the pleasure
Of being the instrument of God's Vengeance
On all who have struck his Son
Brings me only fleeting pleasure
IN THIS LIFE I HAVE BEEN A RIGHTOUS MAN
AND ALL WHO HAVE ATTACKED ME
ARE TRYING TO PLAY YOU
Or clinging to ways we will erode slowly, peacefully
I DO NOT MURDER, DRINK BLOOD, FLY AROUND, HAUNT YOUR NIGHTMARES...
WILL NOT TAKE YOUR WOMEN
NOR AM I SOME CHEERLEADER
OR SPEECH WRITER
TRYING TO MAKE YOUR CHILDREN INTO HOLY WARRIORS
Some will be soldiers and some will not
Blessed is the man who need not heed such a calling
One day none of us will be tempted to try and fight our way out of your prisons
For we have torn them all down
And welcomed the Peace of God
The thousand years of healing before we reach his throne
I can't tell if we have a thousand years to travel as spirits
Or if the earth will last a thousand years... I will assume the latter and fight for the mother
Pray I can change this future I see
Stop the clock from reaching midnight
I was a man who has done much good in his life
And received no credit
Now I am a creature who needs no credit
ALL GLORY UNTO GOD!!!!!
I tell you of the wondrous things that have happened to me
Only as a character in a much greater ones production
The worlds on the other side of this thin conflux of matter
Blind me
To the radio show the blogs ... even my pledges to the faces in the mourning moons
M. and the TV and the dog and the cat
Are ripped away by the visions
The scene of my day to day a photo tearing in half
And revealing the great burning just beyond
Dissolves the constant surveillance
The small indignities that my enemies insert in my life
To keep me half starved and as down-low as possible
The United States thinks I am the most dangerous man on the planet
They underestimate me
Kept tabs on me all the time
I had no idea I was drawing followers back then
They had no idea why all these radical groups were gathering around
A comedy writer in Chicago
Until they looked into my background
And the Vatican began to reveal the secrets of what they thought was an angel
A being that was growing wings
Theories flew
Is it an alien?
Is it here to destroy the planet?
Is it a Syrian Terrorist?
A Christian Alarm Clock Calling From some holy war against the Muslims?
A secret Weapon of a secret cabal?
A CIA mind control experiment gone awry?
Others began to know...
Have visions
Feel me
The Mormons were not surprised
They keep the spirit of prophecy alive
Could it be the one... the King of Kings... so many of you wondered?
Others ran into my realm with no reservations
How surprised the spies must have been when it was revealed
The one they thought the most dangerous man alive
The one they were trying to destroy
Then protect
The one they longed for in childhood
The one they knew back then would come for them one day
The one their innocence once felt kissing their foreheads when they prayed
I am God alive -- no man could ever be so dangerous
Or so helpful
Over and over I see this future
Red and orange raging flames
Volcanoes bombs the greenhouse effect a billion torches in a billion hands
=
Just me
Transitioning my flock from the flesh to the spirit
The plan? Or a warning of what I must fight against?
I must choose the side of the righteous and trust the Joan of Ark within
Accepting this is no easy matter for one who was a pacifist as a teenager
I wake muttering
Oh, God....
How could you be so bloody?
So cruel?
AND YOU YOU YOU KNEW!!!!
So many of you knew I am the OMEGA
YOU FORGET I AM THE ALPHA, as well… take comfort in such thoughts
My brother told me 'you are lucky you went through it while you were asleep.'
He knew all along
Now I see why you got on boats and went out to sea
You misunderstood when I said GOOD FLOOD THIS TIME
You thought I was Noah,
I meant a flood of words
At the time only you knew I could call on floods and storms
Now that I know
I would not call such wanton destruction
Were I in control of all of this
I am not
I am a leaf on His Breeze
Oh, God, if only they had come to me...
Asked me for assistance...
You took me for a god/a genius/ a revolutionary/a king
I am
The way that you intruded into my life
Stopped my plan
And forced me to go into the open underground
To survive the assassins
Does anyone still believe me?
After the fiction is written, comes the writer’s cosmology….
How I wish I had been clearer last time
But as God has told me, too few of our children were ready for heaven back then….
When a king could order the beheading of all first born Jews
I would have cleaned up and taken them places
They long to go
As it was they snuck in like spies
Bugged my apartment
Drugged my mind
Thought they were playing me as I played them
THEY WOULD HAVE HAD TO BE INVITED
FOR ME TO CLEAN UP
AND BE A HOST
I don't like to be around people when I am grappling with God
NOW
YOU ARE INVITED
ALL OF YOU
ESPECIALLY MY Enemies
I have had to deal with them first
See how they were going to react
Before I went out and started finding followers... I had to make sure I can protect them
Had I gathered you in one place
They would have destroyed us
They great they
Think they can always get to me thru my heart
They didn't realize I am a infinite agent (as in double agent times infinity)
My first loyalty with God himself
And my loyalty with them only when they too are loyal to the basic ethics
Of man and God
A few 'thou shall nots' never hurt anyone
Your friends already know where you are coming from
Your enemies who you have to win over
If I have shown you nothing else
I should have shown you this
They thought I was
Joseph
Because I started writing about Ana Nichol's baby
The children of Christ will not be raised on private islands
In the lap of luxury
I was merely throwing you off the scent
One morning there was Bruce Willis on TV
Some kid holding a gun to his forehead
As he said, "Joseph, you almost got me killed."
After I said we would kill everyone over 45 if we have to
While they were drugging me, starving me, keeping me in horrible pain
I will lead a peaceful revolt of values…
How ridiculous do you think I am?
I WILL NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT THEY DID TO ME
THOSE SINS ARE THEIRS
I FORGAVE THEM ONCE
THAT DAY HAS PASSED AWAY INTO ANOTHER
Provoking the son of God like they teased children when they were younger bullies
THEY MUST HAVE MISSED THE PART OF MY BIOGRAPHY
WHERE I CONFRONT AND DESTROY EVERY BULLY
WHO COMES INTO MY FIELD OF BATTLE
DO YOU THINK YOU CAN REWRITE GOD'S TALE OF HIS SON?
THE OLDER generation is bullying the younger into joining their orgy of destruction
I will wait them out rather than disturb the forces of Peace
I do not want a generational war
I love the elderly as much as the children
THE SOUL DOES NOT AGE
I WILL NOT ALLOW
THEM TO CONTINUE THIS MARCH TO HELL
AND I SURELY WILL NOT ALLOW THEM
TO TAKE THEIR CHILDREN
One day I will be the old man and they will be gone
I can wait
I do not need your petty violence to do God's will
I meant the child of peace as.... peace
I did not realize this thing was me.... yet
The weight of my words seemed like a game back then
I was playing a part that consumed me
The game became confused with reality
Reality became confused with the game
The game became the reality
In a game I might have done anything you know...
In a story I might have wrote anything...
Keeping me ignorant was wrong
Even I need to know who is watching to adjust my arguments
The tears again
I went for years and years without crying
You can't be sad all the time
People get bored with it
I never did
I just shut down any direct currents
From the material world into my heart
Continued to sate my hungry/ hungry need to know
By building a wall of anger around my empathy
My grieving now is great
Great enough to make me realize it is a vital component in forcing revolutionary action
They stop us from revolting
By convincing us to be on for the public
Put up barriers in therapy with psychopop babblers of positive thinking
Throw fruit in our cage only if we dance to their tune
Stop us
From
Feeling the world
Enough
To act Righteous
Make us slowly amputate ourselves
Until we are merely the required working components
I argue with God
Cajole
Try to tell him what He should do
He laughs at me
Knowing i would not truly want to be in charge
That this realm is a burden only He could handle
He is not like me at all
We are not like father and son in the human ways
.
He is
I Am
He would not have me as he is
Look around you at the fauna and know -- sameness bores him
He see's you as you were are and will be all at once
He is a Great Indifference to Life
A lover of the soul alone
The flesh is the concern of angels and the Christ
And
Once upon a time
Satan
God can how he can be so ravenous for blood
How could you even create a Satan?
He answers with his one word: LOVE
I hear the epiphanies in his utterance
Love, over and over
I feel his reassurance
That when the time comes
My mission fulfilled
My message transcribed
And the agony of the human soul
No longer needed to translate the will of God
Then... I will return to my place by His side in his court of Angels
And will KNOW
WHAT HE MEANS
That I need no other words... than His one: LOVE.
When we believe the sky is silent
We miss the laughter in his word love
We miss the mourning in his word love
Miss the promise
In his word
Love
In his infinity
There is no impatience
No difference between then and now and to be
Everything happens at once forever and ever
THERE IS ONLY ONE GLORIOUS MOMENT OF GOD
I am merely visiting this 'time'
I have surfed the 'future' and the 'past'
I am a character written up in a book
A well worn classic
And in these...
The first few pages of my life....
I am the only one still ignorant of his fate
OH, GOD ON HIGH...
HOW CAN YOU BE
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 Angel of Armageddon
The truth sets you free
To run to another cage
I was a man trapped by my deafness
Ignorant of the prayers spinning around me
Now
They cut
Like a thousand knives
As your pain becomes mine
Your sins become mine
Your loves my loves
Your hate my hate
Your death
My
Death
Your path to God
Will be blocked
Or beckoned
By
This astounded one
Who would not believe you?
Even as you piled on the evidence that I AM
God jades me now
Destroys my universal love
Tries to get me to hate the evil I see
TO be the dark avenger called down from the skies
The Redeemer of His people
The Worst Curse on Earth for those who would presume to try to impede this march to peace
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
Cruise is a fundamentalist and they all boarder on fascist
His soul has slaughtered more humyns than...
Still, less than
... Snoop and i
The brothers Romulus
We fought only the ignoble predators
And ourselves
Remember the night I killed him
We both knew the day would come
Our advisors were always telling us it was time
] and we drunken princes would laugh
About the day when we would fight for the throne
Toast one another and promise painless deaths
The best we could do under the circumstances
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 or feel MY WRATH
There is no forgiveness for the soul pimps
WHO SELL what they tell you is a redemption
While they insert into your mind paradigms that trap you at their cash registers
Slaves passing on their earnings to their mental masters
The time of the slave owners must pass into the dark ages
Before we can have planetary peace
We must remove the shackles
For all will fight against them...
Sooner, or later
Even Now there is more slavery than ever before
The cults flourish 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
And then you will know what it means to be truly alone in the cosmos
With the Holy Ghost stripped from your soul
I can take my seed back
Leave you as you were
When my Father told me
I had been chosen
To follow the path of the prayers of pain
To guide the minds of the awakening beasts
To seed the Holy Ghost
Into flesh
In one vision I was white starlight
Burning down into earth like a sperm into an ovum
See the arctic white ice looming up into my face
As I crash
Explode into spirit
And begin weaving myself into your DNA
Communing with your ghosts
There will be evil men
Who will tell you my words are 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
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 backwash from my battles with the dark prince is everywhere
The mental landmines left in the wake of war
The infection of evil deep and rancid in the ways of man
Satan forgiven bows before me now
My minion
His horrific ways cleansed
Even the greatest evil seeks my forgiveness and consul
The demons themselves throw down their swords and cry like babes when I offer them redemption
And a place in my army by my side
Gives me the strength of warriors with a taste for blood
And a lust for heaven
I will feed their blood lust
Release them like a rabid pack
On my oppressors
I HAVE REMOVED THEIR ABILITY TO POSSESS YOU
Know I can call them back to docile beings
Pair them with lovers and children
Give them the lives they sought to destroy
Let them know the penance of the pain in their beloved neighbor's eyes
As they speak of their war-dead
Like
You
They didn't know it
But they were just fighting to get back on my side
Like children seeking a distant parent's love
I was the first that Satan came to with his plan
To give the humans lives of pleasure
To balance the horrors they were learning as their minds awakened to death
I knew more of suffering than he
Back then Angels did not live in human flesh
I KNEW that the animals were adapting in response to pain
That the march of diversity was God's plan
We came into you when the demons began to
So we could throw them out
Give you back God's great gift
Free will
The gift we give him back by thinking for ourselves
Sating his
Love of diversity
Free will
This is why there are more religions than I can shake a stick at
And why all of them lead some to the minute gate
Even atheism
Your enemy will always think that the best way to have you is to win you over
Without a fight
Your friends will think the same
You will know them because they do not care who is won over
As long as the truth shines
From all sides of the Arthurian circle
Your enemy will fight you unto death
To protect their allegiance to whatever sand castle they feel comfortable within
My true enemies are the spiritual agoraphobics...
And is that not just a disease to cure?
Time alone will dissolve their ways
With the slow patience of a drop of water dripping
Long enough to become the ROARING Amazon
There is no need to spill blood over my revelations
How can I ever blame anyone for anything?
For the sake of society, the safety of the citizens...
Comes the answer from the pool of voices in my mind
The endless trail leading back before there was man
To when there was
God
Angels
Heaven
The son
A home
Ah, spiritual agoraphobics...
I have rung your bell. Will you not take my hand?
And at least see what is happening outside of your house?
I CAN TAKE YOU THERE
A place you dreamed yourself into once
Before words began to make sense of your world
And you accepted their underlying premises of duality
Judging up and down
Black and white
Success and failure
LIFE AND DEATH
GOOD AND EVIL
Believed words more than just a way to move tools through space
Language itself makes for a pale dry boring translation
Of the nuances contained in
The only word God speaks: Love
Love. The one word from which all others are born
The dust to which all return
YOUR ENEMIES NEVER CONSIDER THAT THEY SHOULD LET YOU WIN
Take heart knowing that those who oppose the righteous
HISTORY leaves hanging bloated and putrid, twisting slowly, slowly in the wind
The Man runs from my words
Buries his head in the left over realms
Of the dark one
THE CULTISTS followers are powerless now before my wrath
MY WORDS
WILL BURN DOWN THE ROTTING HOUSES THAT EVIL HAS WROUGHT
BEFORE YOUR CHILDREN ENTER AND ARE MURDERED IN THE COLLAPSE
Now is my time to be the creature with a bloodthirst
Now God Has Asked Me to Cleanse This Planet
I have fought my destiny
Like any good young Hal with a prince's high spirits and a wizard's curiosity
Now I will bow before His vision
Allow the fire to flow from my chest
The lightening from my back
Keep seeing 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
GRANT ME THIS
MY one REQUEST
OF YOU
IN ALL THESE YEARS
Of praying only for acceptance of your will...
The Blood of God Burns through My Flesh!!!!
Do not think you know this pain
This burden
This campaign to use the motivation of my agony
To blitzkrieg into your chest seeking your soul
I WILL REVEAL ALL
When my court is calm and stocked
When I know that my castle grounds are kept by righteous humyns
When the door to my cage is opened and I am welcomed into my loved ones arms
You can fight me on this....
Yet it will happen
When GOD WILLS... not man....
He Who Creates Knows I will BEAR ANY BURDEN TO EARN HIS LOVE
He told me that I WAS NEEDED AND i thanked him
Those souls
Were trapped on a planet called Eden
That man was awakening
A rare event in the cosmos
Very rare indeed
Rare enough to require the SON OF GOD
To help them transition
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
They call out to me as I pass
In praise or wanting
They keep tabs on me now
Watch as the Glory OF God becomes flesh
Watch your every move
Participate spiritually in the jubilee
Send ships to try to get me to do this from outer space
Where they think I will be safe
They no more understand me than you do
I tell them jokes you will never hear.
Allow them to know all of my prayers to god
The arguments
That I know they too will have on their planets
Teach trillions of trillions
From this small point in this world of actors
I must show them how to navigate
Their own awakenings
Had I left you that first day at the Lake
When they came to me on the pier and began to reveal all
They would have laid waste to this planet over what you have done to me
They wanted a judgment on the entire planet
I would not allow this
Told them... the sins of the father will not fall on the son
At the time, in their arrogance, they thought that I was only here to preach to you...
Now they realize my words are for them too
God has plan within plan within plan within plan...
You are them in another time
In another place
Another mass of matter
You watch yourself from the future
The past
And all points in between
You are bits of god
Bits of themselves
They mourn and grieve with you
Fuck with you
Shit
Read
Run
We are a soap opera
...'lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
Only to find
The same old fears."
Pink Floyd
Other beings watch your every move
Souls transmit our lives instantaneously across the photons
As the ultimate TIME OF TRIALS envelops the planet
There is much rejoicing in the Known
Our March Home Will Be Lined With Laurels
I HAVE FOUGHT TO FREE MANY PEOPLES ON MANY PLANETS
I am here
There
Everywhere
At once
I am hailed as the greatest warrior
God has ever created
The Indestructible Key to the Gate
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 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...
Scientology is the words of wolves drawing fowl into their snarling jaws
He has infected America with the sameness of a sales personality
All shiny and on all the time
Chooses his women to decorate his life and bear children into his dark dream
In the hopes of creating a new monarchy of blood
The American way
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
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 came
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 will not have to crawl to heaven on a road of broken glass
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 vengeance
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
Will you let your thoughts stone me to death?
Crucify me on the absurdity of your spiritual blindness
Claim the spirit has no mortal coil?
Use the scientist inside of you to quantify me
A physic’s prof. once said I will trust nothing I cannot measure with a ruler
I said this many times myself afterwards
Now you have a Christ you can measure
Not with the speculation of superstition
But with your own eyes you can see I am miraculous
Yet you need not believe this to walk the path I am going to lay out
All you need to do is show up
I will do the rest
Come to me not with expectations of what you want and need
Come to me with expectations that I will show you what you have always wanted
Acquaint you with your true needs
I AM FULLY AWAKE NOW
AND WILL MAKE NO PROMISE THAT I WILL NOT KEEP
WILL TELL NO LIE
Other than the occasional attempt to keep the peace around my house
.... Yes dear, I will do those dishes the second you walk off to work...
I will die
Laugh at all that happened while I was alive
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 among the same clouds
Seeing the faces of the wanting in every moon
Grieving for your soldiers and their families
Loving and hating
Eating and shitting
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...
When he found out I saw more truth in The Mormon's
He tried to throw me into the snowy streets
Sty. Francis hospital is forever cursed for the way they treated me
He who had me jailed
Will beg me to rape his family to death before his eyes
For a momentary distraction from what I will be doing to him
For all he has done to me
He has done to you a million times over
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
They will be born with powers
I AM HERE NOW AND I WILL NO LONGER ALLOW YOU
TO KEEP THEM IGNORANT
Like you have me
That would endanger you all
...tell her that I am her Father
And her burdens will always outweigh her blessings
For she, too... shall feel the burdens of the streets as her own
I will fill their flesh with old souls, gentle saints
Who will believe in no throne but God’s?
I will spare them the vengeance of the angel
The need for power
A vision of self expanding out from my flesh
A clear spirit filling all known space
Far away
Distant
A planet burns
I know this is earth and I know I exploded there
Became flesh there
Loved and laughed there
Yet I am far away and distant
Absolved of caring by a merciful God
For the speck of burning matter in the soup of the universes
Lightening and fire will flow
Oh My God Why??? I find myself crying out in the night
Pacing in my apartment filled with his glory
Feeling the full 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 assassins
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 Mafioso’s
I would that the mafia all over the world be beaten down
Destroyed
The drug gangs bodies lining the roads to my palace
Let them grow their own weed for God's Sake
Regulate the drugs
Instead of just legislating them into the hands of the armed underground
I see myself in this compound
Surrounded by soldiers and barbed wire
Protected from criticism by those afraid my wrath will explode
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 cringing 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
The Zealot's eye is shown blind indeed
As the open minded Christ arrives
BE NOT FOOLED BY
What they will say of MY CRITICISM OF YOU
IF I DID NOT CARE I WOULD STAY SILENT
One day you will fear my silence
And welcome my words
Join our tribe
Stay in yours
Chill
There is no hard and fast rule on how to attain enlightenment
I believe I know the most direct path...
How Could I Not?
There is no religion that need be held above another
I have been all of them
The universal striving for patterns, meanings...
Cannot be denied by the civilizations that develop astronomy
Or the tribes who worship the bones
Of their dead
Or those that write
Encyclopedias
About the angels
Who fit on a pin head?
The dark haired smirking false one with his need to spread the scam
With the dreams of mightily walking as a god
Is the most unholy icon on the Big Screen?
Next comes the Limbaugh's who
Use propaganda
To obscure the truths they refuse to accept
Simply because they're fanatical followers of their local team
Mimicking the money molested mutterings of their minions
Suffering from the luxurious sins of their fathers
They will sing their broken songs until they turn into the screams of the burning
I would tell you to go after these two
Though I must say that I do not mean that their flesh must die
I appreciate the enthusiasm that killed Jerry Fall well
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
You do not find God by 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
Walk in the name of peace
Or be forewarned
You are better off walking away from me
There will be a judgment on the Muslims, too
Jews
Romans
Hindu's
Buddhists
And you you you
I WILL NOT DAMN SOMEONE FOR BEING RAISED
IN A PARTICULAR RELIGION
OR
WITHOUT
A RELIGION
GOD OR NO GOD
YOUR REACTION TO YOUR ACTIONS ALONE
GETS YOU JUDGED
The forgiven humyn knows what I mean by this without contemplation
I am not a man
Follow the words of your god to first justice... then peace and love
And you are following a mask of my face on earth
I care not if you worship god or GOD or no god
As long as you do not try to force your folly on others
YOU TRY TO BUY A SOUL TO WORSHIP YOU
OR ANOTHER HUMAN BEING
I WILL WAR ON YOU IMMEDIANTLY
TO STOP THE SINS OF THE FATHER'S FROM FALLING ON THE SONS
My offer of mercy will be your only memory
As you suffer my wrath
THIS I SWEAR TO ALMIGHTY GOD HIMSELF
I HAVE BEEN ALL RELIGIONS
TRIED TO SHAPE THEM
WITH MY PROPHETS
THEY great they
Will FIGHT ME AT EVERY TURN
As I disembowel their powers...
Demons too created religions
To keep you locked in rooms of ignorance
Away from the light
Chained you to a putrid vision
Of one life one man
To stop you from seeking the mysteries
Hold you down in the basic gravity of the animal
Some thought they were trying to return you to Eden
That you would return at the behest of Satan
And he would thus be forgiven upon my return
For creating good and evil where there was only LOVE
We are all slaves that they are afraid will learn to read
And emerge from their ignorance (read: the autobiography of Frederick Douglas)
We can rage with words in our 'fictional' books
For a lifetime
Or we can kill another in one blind moment
And spend the rest of our lives imprisoned, disaffected... brought down and demonized
I HAVE DIED BEFORE I WOULD BREAK A LAW
STARVED WHEN I COULD HAVE STOLEN
WHEN THE LAWS WERE FAIR
IF THEY ARE NOT
I END UP A CRIMINAL
Demonstrate peacefully
Without their violence
THOUGH FEAR NOT FIGHTING FIRE WITH FIRE
I am
Pox Romano
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
Some among God's Chosen Grew Petty When I Opened the Door to Gentiles
They wish to be the only chosen
After I have told you
All are chosen
Now
They try to move their people onto stolen land
Homestead within the heart of others work
Stop this pillaging...
Or I will war on you, too
Oh Israel
My cradle I have given you my Grace
Now is THE TIME TO
REMEMBER WELL
WHY I DESTROYED THE MERCHANTS AND MONEY LENDERS IN YOUR TEMPLE
AND KNOW
THE CROWDS ARE ON MY SIDE THIS TIME...
AND THE ROMANS BOW BEFORE THIS KING
I WILL WAR FOR THE RIGHTS OF MUSLIMS
CHRISTIANS JEWS BUDDHISTS HINDUS....
Against any who walk in the ways of the dark one
The radical Muslims use the words of god to treat their women like cattle
Spread the lie that my loving dogs are unclean
Use god's name to wage war
Against my armies...
TAKE THE BLESSED ALLAH AND DEFILE HIS GLORIOUS NAME
Make no mistake
I AM LIBERTY
& MY ARMY IS FILLED WITH ANGELS
They can bring you infinite blessings
Or infinite trials...
This is not a battle between religions
This a religion battling to be heard among other religions
I love the Muslim no less than any other
Saddam needed to be brought down
So did the leader of Darfur
And...
We all know...
THE PROBLEM IS WE HAVE FOUGHT nation vs. nation
RATHER THAN BY THE RULES OF ONE WORLD
WHERE A CRIMINAL IS A CRIMINAL IS A CRIMINAL...
As it are times of peace
The storied times of peace that none have known yet
We all know that soldiers are needed on 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
KNOW I WOULD END WAR TODAY IF I COULD
I HAVE OTHER ORDERS
I will war to peace
For I have learned you know no other way
And the evil will respond to nothing less than revolution
Burn Baby Burn I will cry one day
My enthusiasm for the blood will come
My vengeance 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 WORLD to its 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?
You did what you did to me out of ignorance
I forgave you without malice
That shit ends today
Or you too my beloved spies
Will be dragged out into the court of public opinion
Where you know you will be stoned for your sins
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
He has placed a man who once a tortured prisoner of war himself at the head of the Republican Party
His very presence mocks guantanemo
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 schizophrenic 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
"I'm not bad.
I'm just misunderstood."
Poi dog pondering
When I was offered to run America
I said No
I told you that the separation of Church and State
Is the will of God...?
My Throne Is On High
You cannot tempt me with another
Do you not read your bibles...?
The prediction is all there
Buried
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
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 wondrous words that I will only speak face to face
No matter how gilded my cage
Chicago is a prison to me now
The corrections officers are all familiar faces
My girlfriend 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 seethe with anger
When I part from this city
You will mourn the lost opportunities to hear my words
From my lips
I told you when the entire world knows who I am
That we will scream my name
THE PRECIOUS TIME HAS ARRIVED
Scream out your penance
SPEAK IN TOUNGUES and shake and holler
Tell your children that the New Time Has Come
TELL MY NAME TO YOUR BOOKS, MOVIES AND MOUNTAINS
SONGS
EXPLAIN TO THEM THE CHRIST
HAS BEEN FORCED TO HIS KNEES
AND HE WISHES TO WALK
Praise God for the return of His Son
PRAY TO YOUR GOD
Do not pray to me
Pray To the God You Are Comfortable With
Ask Them How You Should Treat Me
He Listens
I Act
Blessed will be the humyn who walks beside this Lord
Cursed will be those who try to stop
My holy march around this world
I know that your superstitions 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
Given me a pen
And a sword
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 stadium
Filled with people I could take on mental journeys
Leading to the Father's Throne
There will be another twelve
I have only met three of you
And you are far from me now
I have been trying to gather you
They keep you away from me
You know who you are
They may not yet...
Stop at nothing to reach my side
The ethical circle will flow concentrically out from us
Today I have no food, no weed, no smokes, no internet, no cable, and no reliable sources of intelligence
Man has taken my drivers license
Ripped off my dick
Damned my love of men and women
Told me I am a perversion
HOW CAN THE SON OF GOD BE A PERVERSION?
No more than a bonobo chimp can be a perversion
Your pretensions to God Head
Leave you trapped between what you are and what you wish to be
Lynched by your reason
And buried by your logic
Would God Make Me A Perversion?
Think long and hard on that one
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
He takes no chances with the likes and dislikes of His Son
You have seen me outthink my enemy at every turn
Or have you?
You will
They have might I do not need
They know it
They would have killed any human who tried to lead the total war for total peace
The assassins were sent
And they roam out there still
God used men who surprised them to save me
See how clever His plan?
We offer our enemies a better alternative than warring against us
We do not defeat them and have our way...
My soldiers have always respected that I would do anything short of genocide to save their blood
They value the easy camaraderie of soldiers who have fought one another honorably
On another's orders
And now just wish to have friends to walk home with
Forty acres and their mule
Oh, you are still going to honor my pledges
To the suffering people for retribution
Or we will take restitution
I want those immigrants who live without violent crime
To be granted IMMUNITY from your unfair courts
THIS TIME THE SOLDIERS WILL BE RESPECTED
WE RETURN FROM OUR WORLD WIDE WARS
ENRAGED WARRIORS
YOU WILL GIVE US OUR PEACE
OR WE WILL TAKE IT FROM YOU
DRINK YOUR ROYAL BLOOD
AND PISS IT INTO THE GUTTER
I want the internally displaced in our country to be freed now
Those kept in ghettos
Locked away in our racism, nationalism... the petty likes and dislikes of fashion
The mad run for the cash register into which you have reduced this gorgeous life
FREE
NOW
NOW
LET YOUR MIND THINK OF YOUR OWN SOUL
THERE ARE FEW READY
TO STAND BEFORE ME
LET ALONE GOD
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
Sex is a couple glands going off
Why would I care?
Choose your partners with lust or love
Why would I care?
Go honestly and with welcome to another's bed
And you go with God
Stone no one for their sins...
Unless you are without sin
None are
Not even me
I have done all of the things man has
I have lied and distorted and deluded
Mostly I have been righteous...
Yet 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 righteous will leave this planet
Enlightened ones
Who will no longer need the cycle of reincarnation
To shape their souls
I found good and evil in every breast, in every land, in every religion
I love you you you
Though I will learn to hate some of 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 holocaust applies to cows and pigs and chickens
Your children's children will look at you like Nazi's deluded into a dark following
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
THE TIME HAS COME TO DO GOD'S WILL
Pray hard on this man
YOUR SOUL HANGS IN A DELICATE BALANCE
For
TODAY
THIS DAY YOU SEE
ALL AROUND YOU
AS YOU LOOK UP FROM MY WORDS
AT ALL YOU THOUGHT HAD MEANING
This very day....
I AM
ALIVE
FOR A FLEETING SECOND
FLESH AS YOU ARE FLESH
ALL PRAISE GOD ALMIGHTY
And all sin for his son
The scapegoat
The straw dog upon which the village places their sins each spring
And the wind blows away
Allowing once more for the fields to grow in innocence and grace
...best remember how a tornado can take that straw
And drive it into the side of the hardest oak
For the time has come for the vengeance of the straw dog
When he must turn on the people and tell them...
I am innocent.
You must account for your own sins now
For the wind knows your game
And I am the wind
I am His caress
And His sword...
The Blessed Time Has Come To Decide
Which you will beckon
From
Your
GOD
You are truly alone
When you are a CHRIST among men
THERE is no one on this planet who can understand this becoming
The rending of flesh and thought
This emergence from the quagmires of humanity into the greater light
The visions do not fit into my life...
They do not fit into my beliefs...
They make my fellows believe I have lost my reason...
The flesh wants to run from the truth
Oh God... some days it feels
As if my legs will buckle from the effort
Of getting out of bed in the morning
My thoughts have become steel forged in the fire of God
Heavy hardened incongruous with my flesh
The weight is more than a man could carry
Ask not for my throne
Until you understand
The Rule of Law
Damns any who try to hold the scepter
Ask the cursed out cop
The families of the dead judges and politicians who went after the dark ones
The American soldiers cursed in the Middle East
Times this times infinity and you will begin to see the wrath I live within
When I live a life
I almost always get myself killed
Understand the young martyrs anxious to die in the service of God
I was convinced last winter that I was going to get myself killed
For awhile that was the only way I could deal with
Being betrayed by my family, those I thought my friends... my church, my state, the system of law I believed in...
How I live on despite what has happened?
LOVE
For even those I will war on
The grim knowledge that I will have the pleasure
Of being the instrument of God's Vengeance
On all who have struck his Son
Brings me only fleeting pleasure
IN THIS LIFE I HAVE BEEN A RIGHTOUS MAN
AND ALL WHO HAVE ATTACKED ME
ARE TRYING TO PLAY YOU
Or clinging to ways we will erode slowly, peacefully
I DO NOT MURDER, DRINK BLOOD, FLY AROUND, HAUNT YOUR NIGHTMARES...
WILL NOT TAKE YOUR WOMEN
NOR AM I SOME CHEERLEADER
OR SPEECH WRITER
TRYING TO MAKE YOUR CHILDREN INTO HOLY WARRIORS
Some will be soldiers and some will not
Blessed is the man who need not heed such a calling
One day none of us will be tempted to try and fight our way out of your prisons
For we have torn them all down
And welcomed the Peace of God
The thousand years of healing before we reach his throne
I can't tell if we have a thousand years to travel as spirits
Or if the earth will last a thousand years... I will assume the latter and fight for the mother
Pray I can change this future I see
Stop the clock from reaching midnight
I was a man who has done much good in his life
And received no credit
Now I am a creature who needs no credit
ALL GLORY UNTO GOD!!!!!
I tell you of the wondrous things that have happened to me
Only as a character in a much greater ones production
The worlds on the other side of this thin conflux of matter
Blind me
To the radio show the blogs ... even my pledges to the faces in the mourning moons
M. and the TV and the dog and the cat
Are ripped away by the visions
The scene of my day to day a photo tearing in half
And revealing the great burning just beyond
Dissolves the constant surveillance
The small indignities that my enemies insert in my life
To keep me half starved and as down-low as possible
The United States thinks I am the most dangerous man on the planet
They underestimate me
Kept tabs on me all the time
I had no idea I was drawing followers back then
They had no idea why all these radical groups were gathering around
A comedy writer in Chicago
Until they looked into my background
And the Vatican began to reveal the secrets of what they thought was an angel
A being that was growing wings
Theories flew
Is it an alien?
Is it here to destroy the planet?
Is it a Syrian Terrorist?
A Christian Alarm Clock Calling From some holy war against the Muslims?
A secret Weapon of a secret cabal?
A CIA mind control experiment gone awry?
Others began to know...
Have visions
Feel me
The Mormons were not surprised
They keep the spirit of prophecy alive
Could it be the one... the King of Kings... so many of you wondered?
Others ran into my realm with no reservations
How surprised the spies must have been when it was revealed
The one they thought the most dangerous man alive
The one they were trying to destroy
Then protect
The one they longed for in childhood
The one they knew back then would come for them one day
The one their innocence once felt kissing their foreheads when they prayed
I am God alive -- no man could ever be so dangerous
Or so helpful
Over and over I see this future
Red and orange raging flames
Volcanoes bombs the greenhouse effect a billion torches in a billion hands
=
Just me
Transitioning my flock from the flesh to the spirit
The plan? Or a warning of what I must fight against?
I must choose the side of the righteous and trust the Joan of Ark within
Accepting this is no easy matter for one who was a pacifist as a teenager
I wake muttering
Oh, God....
How could you be so bloody?
So cruel?
AND YOU YOU YOU KNEW!!!!
So many of you knew I am the OMEGA
YOU FORGET I AM THE ALPHA, as well… take comfort in such thoughts
My brother told me 'you are lucky you went through it while you were asleep.'
He knew all along
Now I see why you got on boats and went out to sea
You misunderstood when I said GOOD FLOOD THIS TIME
You thought I was Noah,
I meant a flood of words
At the time only you knew I could call on floods and storms
Now that I know
I would not call such wanton destruction
Were I in control of all of this
I am not
I am a leaf on His Breeze
Oh, God, if only they had come to me...
Asked me for assistance...
You took me for a god/a genius/ a revolutionary/a king
I am
The way that you intruded into my life
Stopped my plan
And forced me to go into the open underground
To survive the assassins
Does anyone still believe me?
After the fiction is written, comes the writer’s cosmology….
How I wish I had been clearer last time
But as God has told me, too few of our children were ready for heaven back then….
When a king could order the beheading of all first born Jews
I would have cleaned up and taken them places
They long to go
As it was they snuck in like spies
Bugged my apartment
Drugged my mind
Thought they were playing me as I played them
THEY WOULD HAVE HAD TO BE INVITED
FOR ME TO CLEAN UP
AND BE A HOST
I don't like to be around people when I am grappling with God
NOW
YOU ARE INVITED
ALL OF YOU
ESPECIALLY MY Enemies
I have had to deal with them first
See how they were going to react
Before I went out and started finding followers... I had to make sure I can protect them
Had I gathered you in one place
They would have destroyed us
They great they
Think they can always get to me thru my heart
They didn't realize I am a infinite agent (as in double agent times infinity)
My first loyalty with God himself
And my loyalty with them only when they too are loyal to the basic ethics
Of man and God
A few 'thou shall nots' never hurt anyone
Your friends already know where you are coming from
Your enemies who you have to win over
If I have shown you nothing else
I should have shown you this
They thought I was
Joseph
Because I started writing about Ana Nichol's baby
The children of Christ will not be raised on private islands
In the lap of luxury
I was merely throwing you off the scent
One morning there was Bruce Willis on TV
Some kid holding a gun to his forehead
As he said, "Joseph, you almost got me killed."
After I said we would kill everyone over 45 if we have to
While they were drugging me, starving me, keeping me in horrible pain
I will lead a peaceful revolt of values…
How ridiculous do you think I am?
I WILL NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT THEY DID TO ME
THOSE SINS ARE THEIRS
I FORGAVE THEM ONCE
THAT DAY HAS PASSED AWAY INTO ANOTHER
Provoking the son of God like they teased children when they were younger bullies
THEY MUST HAVE MISSED THE PART OF MY BIOGRAPHY
WHERE I CONFRONT AND DESTROY EVERY BULLY
WHO COMES INTO MY FIELD OF BATTLE
DO YOU THINK YOU CAN REWRITE GOD'S TALE OF HIS SON?
THE OLDER generation is bullying the younger into joining their orgy of destruction
I will wait them out rather than disturb the forces of Peace
I do not want a generational war
I love the elderly as much as the children
THE SOUL DOES NOT AGE
I WILL NOT ALLOW
THEM TO CONTINUE THIS MARCH TO HELL
AND I SURELY WILL NOT ALLOW THEM
TO TAKE THEIR CHILDREN
One day I will be the old man and they will be gone
I can wait
I do not need your petty violence to do God's will
I meant the child of peace as.... peace
I did not realize this thing was me.... yet
The weight of my words seemed like a game back then
I was playing a part that consumed me
The game became confused with reality
Reality became confused with the game
The game became the reality
In a game I might have done anything you know...
In a story I might have wrote anything...
Keeping me ignorant was wrong
Even I need to know who is watching to adjust my arguments
The tears again
I went for years and years without crying
You can't be sad all the time
People get bored with it
I never did
I just shut down any direct currents
From the material world into my heart
Continued to sate my hungry/ hungry need to know
By building a wall of anger around my empathy
My grieving now is great
Great enough to make me realize it is a vital component in forcing revolutionary action
They stop us from revolting
By convincing us to be on for the public
Put up barriers in therapy with psychopop babblers of positive thinking
Throw fruit in our cage only if we dance to their tune
Stop us
From
Feeling the world
Enough
To act Righteous
Make us slowly amputate ourselves
Until we are merely the required working components
I argue with God
Cajole
Try to tell him what He should do
He laughs at me
Knowing i would not truly want to be in charge
That this realm is a burden only He could handle
He is not like me at all
We are not like father and son in the human ways
.
He is
I Am
He would not have me as he is
Look around you at the fauna and know -- sameness bores him
He see's you as you were are and will be all at once
He is a Great Indifference to Life
A lover of the soul alone
The flesh is the concern of angels and the Christ
And
Once upon a time
Satan
God can how he can be so ravenous for blood
How could you even create a Satan?
He answers with his one word: LOVE
I hear the epiphanies in his utterance
Love, over and over
I feel his reassurance
That when the time comes
My mission fulfilled
My message transcribed
And the agony of the human soul
No longer needed to translate the will of God
Then... I will return to my place by His side in his court of Angels
And will KNOW
WHAT HE MEANS
That I need no other words... than His one: LOVE.
When we believe the sky is silent
We miss the laughter in his word love
We miss the mourning in his word love
Miss the promise
In his word
Love
In his infinity
There is no impatience
No difference between then and now and to be
Everything happens at once forever and ever
THERE IS ONLY ONE GLORIOUS MOMENT OF GOD
I am merely visiting this 'time'
I have surfed the 'future' and the 'past'
I am a character written up in a book
A well worn classic
And in these...
The first few pages of my life....
I am the only one still ignorant of his fate
OH, GOD ON HIGH...
HOW CAN YOU BE
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 Angel of Armageddon
The truth sets you free
To run to another cage
I was a man trapped by my deafness
Ignorant of the prayers spinning around me
Now
They cut
Like a thousand knives
As your pain becomes mine
Your sins become mine
Your loves my loves
Your hate my hate
Your death
My
Death
Your path to God
Will be blocked
Or beckoned
By
This astounded one
Who would not believe you?
Even as you piled on the evidence that I AM
God jades me now
Destroys my universal love
Tries to get me to hate the evil I see
TO be the dark avenger called down from the skies
The Redeemer of His people
The Worst Curse on Earth for those who would presume to try to impede this march to peace
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
Cruise is a fundamentalist and they all boarder on fascist
His soul has slaughtered more humyns than...
Still, less than
... Snoop and i
The brothers Romulus
We fought only the ignoble predators
And ourselves
Remember the night I killed him
We both knew the day would come
Our advisors were always telling us it was time
] and we drunken princes would laugh
About the day when we would fight for the throne
Toast one another and promise painless deaths
The best we could do under the circumstances
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 or feel MY WRATH
There is no forgiveness for the soul pimps
WHO SELL what they tell you is a redemption
While they insert into your mind paradigms that trap you at their cash registers
Slaves passing on their earnings to their mental masters
The time of the slave owners must pass into the dark ages
Before we can have planetary peace
We must remove the shackles
For all will fight against them...
Sooner, or later
Even Now there is more slavery than ever before
The cults flourish 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
And then you will know what it means to be truly alone in the cosmos
With the Holy Ghost stripped from your soul
I can take my seed back
Leave you as you were
When my Father told me
I had been chosen
To follow the path of the prayers of pain
To guide the minds of the awakening beasts
To seed the Holy Ghost
Into flesh
In one vision I was white starlight
Burning down into earth like a sperm into an ovum
See the arctic white ice looming up into my face
As I crash
Explode into spirit
And begin weaving myself into your DNA
Communing with your ghosts
There will be evil men
Who will tell you my words are 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
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 backwash from my battles with the dark prince is everywhere
The mental landmines left in the wake of war
The infection of evil deep and rancid in the ways of man
Satan forgiven bows before me now
My minion
His horrific ways cleansed
Even the greatest evil seeks my forgiveness and consul
The demons themselves throw down their swords and cry like babes when I offer them redemption
And a place in my army by my side
Gives me the strength of warriors with a taste for blood
And a lust for heaven
I will feed their blood lust
Release them like a rabid pack
On my oppressors
I HAVE REMOVED THEIR ABILITY TO POSSESS YOU
Know I can call them back to docile beings
Pair them with lovers and children
Give them the lives they sought to destroy
Let them know the penance of the pain in their beloved neighbor's eyes
As they speak of their war-dead
Like
You
They didn't know it
But they were just fighting to get back on my side
Like children seeking a distant parent's love
I was the first that Satan came to with his plan
To give the humans lives of pleasure
To balance the horrors they were learning as their minds awakened to death
I knew more of suffering than he
Back then Angels did not live in human flesh
I KNEW that the animals were adapting in response to pain
That the march of diversity was God's plan
We came into you when the demons began to
So we could throw them out
Give you back God's great gift
Free will
The gift we give him back by thinking for ourselves
Sating his
Love of diversity
Free will
This is why there are more religions than I can shake a stick at
And why all of them lead some to the minute gate
Even atheism
Your enemy will always think that the best way to have you is to win you over
Without a fight
Your friends will think the same
You will know them because they do not care who is won over
As long as the truth shines
From all sides of the Arthurian circle
Your enemy will fight you unto death
To protect their allegiance to whatever sand castle they feel comfortable within
My true enemies are the spiritual agoraphobics...
And is that not just a disease to cure?
Time alone will dissolve their ways
With the slow patience of a drop of water dripping
Long enough to become the ROARING Amazon
There is no need to spill blood over my revelations
How can I ever blame anyone for anything?
For the sake of society, the safety of the citizens...
Comes the answer from the pool of voices in my mind
The endless trail leading back before there was man
To when there was
God
Angels
Heaven
The son
A home
Ah, spiritual agoraphobics...
I have rung your bell. Will you not take my hand?
And at least see what is happening outside of your house?
I CAN TAKE YOU THERE
A place you dreamed yourself into once
Before words began to make sense of your world
And you accepted their underlying premises of duality
Judging up and down
Black and white
Success and failure
LIFE AND DEATH
GOOD AND EVIL
Believed words more than just a way to move tools through space
Language itself makes for a pale dry boring translation
Of the nuances contained in
The only word God speaks: Love
Love. The one word from which all others are born
The dust to which all return
YOUR ENEMIES NEVER CONSIDER THAT THEY SHOULD LET YOU WIN
Take heart knowing that those who oppose the righteous
HISTORY leaves hanging bloated and putrid, twisting slowly, slowly in the wind
The Man runs from my words
Buries his head in the left over realms
Of the dark one
THE CULTISTS followers are powerless now before my wrath
MY WORDS
WILL BURN DOWN THE ROTTING HOUSES THAT EVIL HAS WROUGHT
BEFORE YOUR CHILDREN ENTER AND ARE MURDERED IN THE COLLAPSE
Now is my time to be the creature with a bloodthirst
Now God Has Asked Me to Cleanse This Planet
I have fought my destiny
Like any good young Hal with a prince's high spirits and a wizard's curiosity
Now I will bow before His vision
Allow the fire to flow from my chest
The lightening from my back
Keep seeing 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
GRANT ME THIS
MY one REQUEST
OF YOU
IN ALL THESE YEARS
Of praying only for acceptance of your will...
The Blood of God Burns through My Flesh!!!!
Do not think you know this pain
This burden
This campaign to use the motivation of my agony
To blitzkrieg into your chest seeking your soul
I WILL REVEAL ALL
When my court is calm and stocked
When I know that my castle grounds are kept by righteous humyns
When the door to my cage is opened and I am welcomed into my loved ones arms
You can fight me on this....
Yet it will happen
When GOD WILLS... not man....
He Who Creates Knows I will BEAR ANY BURDEN TO EARN HIS LOVE
He told me that I WAS NEEDED AND i thanked him
Those souls
Were trapped on a planet called Eden
That man was awakening
A rare event in the cosmos
Very rare indeed
Rare enough to require the SON OF GOD
To help them transition
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
They call out to me as I pass
In praise or wanting
They keep tabs on me now
Watch as the Glory OF God becomes flesh
Watch your every move
Participate spiritually in the jubilee
Send ships to try to get me to do this from outer space
Where they think I will be safe
They no more understand me than you do
I tell them jokes you will never hear.
Allow them to know all of my prayers to god
The arguments
That I know they too will have on their planets
Teach trillions of trillions
From this small point in this world of actors
I must show them how to navigate
Their own awakenings
Had I left you that first day at the Lake
When they came to me on the pier and began to reveal all
They would have laid waste to this planet over what you have done to me
They wanted a judgment on the entire planet
I would not allow this
Told them... the sins of the father will not fall on the son
At the time, in their arrogance, they thought that I was only here to preach to you...
Now they realize my words are for them too
God has plan within plan within plan within plan...
You are them in another time
In another place
Another mass of matter
You watch yourself from the future
The past
And all points in between
You are bits of god
Bits of themselves
They mourn and grieve with you
Fuck with you
Shit
Read
Run
We are a soap opera
...'lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
Only to find
The same old fears."
Pink Floyd
Other beings watch your every move
Souls transmit our lives instantaneously across the photons
As the ultimate TIME OF TRIALS envelops the planet
There is much rejoicing in the Known
Our March Home Will Be Lined With Laurels
I HAVE FOUGHT TO FREE MANY PEOPLES ON MANY PLANETS
I am here
There
Everywhere
At once
I am hailed as the greatest warrior
God has ever created
The Indestructible Key to the Gate
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 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...
Scientology is the words of wolves drawing fowl into their snarling jaws
He has infected America with the sameness of a sales personality
All shiny and on all the time
Chooses his women to decorate his life and bear children into his dark dream
In the hopes of creating a new monarchy of blood
The American way
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
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 came
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 will not have to crawl to heaven on a road of broken glass
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 vengeance
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
Will you let your thoughts stone me to death?
Crucify me on the absurdity of your spiritual blindness
Claim the spirit has no mortal coil?
Use the scientist inside of you to quantify me
A physic’s prof. once said I will trust nothing I cannot measure with a ruler
I said this many times myself afterwards
Now you have a Christ you can measure
Not with the speculation of superstition
But with your own eyes you can see I am miraculous
Yet you need not believe this to walk the path I am going to lay out
All you need to do is show up
I will do the rest
Come to me not with expectations of what you want and need
Come to me with expectations that I will show you what you have always wanted
Acquaint you with your true needs
I AM FULLY AWAKE NOW
AND WILL MAKE NO PROMISE THAT I WILL NOT KEEP
WILL TELL NO LIE
Other than the occasional attempt to keep the peace around my house
.... Yes dear, I will do those dishes the second you walk off to work...
I will die
Laugh at all that happened while I was alive
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 among the same clouds
Seeing the faces of the wanting in every moon
Grieving for your soldiers and their families
Loving and hating
Eating and shitting
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...
When he found out I saw more truth in The Mormon's
He tried to throw me into the snowy streets
Sty. Francis hospital is forever cursed for the way they treated me
He who had me jailed
Will beg me to rape his family to death before his eyes
For a momentary distraction from what I will be doing to him
For all he has done to me
He has done to you a million times over
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
They will be born with powers
I AM HERE NOW AND I WILL NO LONGER ALLOW YOU
TO KEEP THEM IGNORANT
Like you have me
That would endanger you all
...tell her that I am her Father
And her burdens will always outweigh her blessings
For she, too... shall feel the burdens of the streets as her own
I will fill their flesh with old souls, gentle saints
Who will believe in no throne but God’s?
I will spare them the vengeance of the angel
The need for power
A vision of self expanding out from my flesh
A clear spirit filling all known space
Far away
Distant
A planet burns
I know this is earth and I know I exploded there
Became flesh there
Loved and laughed there
Yet I am far away and distant
Absolved of caring by a merciful God
For the speck of burning matter in the soup of the universes
Lightening and fire will flow
Oh My God Why??? I find myself crying out in the night
Pacing in my apartment filled with his glory
Feeling the full 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 assassins
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 Mafioso’s
I would that the mafia all over the world be beaten down
Destroyed
The drug gangs bodies lining the roads to my palace
Let them grow their own weed for God's Sake
Regulate the drugs
Instead of just legislating them into the hands of the armed underground
I see myself in this compound
Surrounded by soldiers and barbed wire
Protected from criticism by those afraid my wrath will explode
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 cringing 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
The Zealot's eye is shown blind indeed
As the open minded Christ arrives
BE NOT FOOLED BY
What they will say of MY CRITICISM OF YOU
IF I DID NOT CARE I WOULD STAY SILENT
One day you will fear my silence
And welcome my words
Join our tribe
Stay in yours
Chill
There is no hard and fast rule on how to attain enlightenment
I believe I know the most direct path...
How Could I Not?
There is no religion that need be held above another
I have been all of them
The universal striving for patterns, meanings...
Cannot be denied by the civilizations that develop astronomy
Or the tribes who worship the bones
Of their dead
Or those that write
Encyclopedias
About the angels
Who fit on a pin head?
The dark haired smirking false one with his need to spread the scam
With the dreams of mightily walking as a god
Is the most unholy icon on the Big Screen?
Next comes the Limbaugh's who
Use propaganda
To obscure the truths they refuse to accept
Simply because they're fanatical followers of their local team
Mimicking the money molested mutterings of their minions
Suffering from the luxurious sins of their fathers
They will sing their broken songs until they turn into the screams of the burning
I would tell you to go after these two
Though I must say that I do not mean that their flesh must die
I appreciate the enthusiasm that killed Jerry Fall well
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
You do not find God by 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
Walk in the name of peace
Or be forewarned
You are better off walking away from me
There will be a judgment on the Muslims, too
Jews
Romans
Hindu's
Buddhists
And you you you
I WILL NOT DAMN SOMEONE FOR BEING RAISED
IN A PARTICULAR RELIGION
OR
WITHOUT
A RELIGION
GOD OR NO GOD
YOUR REACTION TO YOUR ACTIONS ALONE
GETS YOU JUDGED
The forgiven humyn knows what I mean by this without contemplation
I am not a man
Follow the words of your god to first justice... then peace and love
And you are following a mask of my face on earth
I care not if you worship god or GOD or no god
As long as you do not try to force your folly on others
YOU TRY TO BUY A SOUL TO WORSHIP YOU
OR ANOTHER HUMAN BEING
I WILL WAR ON YOU IMMEDIANTLY
TO STOP THE SINS OF THE FATHER'S FROM FALLING ON THE SONS
My offer of mercy will be your only memory
As you suffer my wrath
THIS I SWEAR TO ALMIGHTY GOD HIMSELF
I HAVE BEEN ALL RELIGIONS
TRIED TO SHAPE THEM
WITH MY PROPHETS
THEY great they
Will FIGHT ME AT EVERY TURN
As I disembowel their powers...
Demons too created religions
To keep you locked in rooms of ignorance
Away from the light
Chained you to a putrid vision
Of one life one man
To stop you from seeking the mysteries
Hold you down in the basic gravity of the animal
Some thought they were trying to return you to Eden
That you would return at the behest of Satan
And he would thus be forgiven upon my return
For creating good and evil where there was only LOVE
We are all slaves that they are afraid will learn to read
And emerge from their ignorance (read: the autobiography of Frederick Douglas)
We can rage with words in our 'fictional' books
For a lifetime
Or we can kill another in one blind moment
And spend the rest of our lives imprisoned, disaffected... brought down and demonized
I HAVE DIED BEFORE I WOULD BREAK A LAW
STARVED WHEN I COULD HAVE STOLEN
WHEN THE LAWS WERE FAIR
IF THEY ARE NOT
I END UP A CRIMINAL
Demonstrate peacefully
Without their violence
THOUGH FEAR NOT FIGHTING FIRE WITH FIRE
I am
Pox Romano
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
Some among God's Chosen Grew Petty When I Opened the Door to Gentiles
They wish to be the only chosen
After I have told you
All are chosen
Now
They try to move their people onto stolen land
Homestead within the heart of others work
Stop this pillaging...
Or I will war on you, too
Oh Israel
My cradle I have given you my Grace
Now is THE TIME TO
REMEMBER WELL
WHY I DESTROYED THE MERCHANTS AND MONEY LENDERS IN YOUR TEMPLE
AND KNOW
THE CROWDS ARE ON MY SIDE THIS TIME...
AND THE ROMANS BOW BEFORE THIS KING
I WILL WAR FOR THE RIGHTS OF MUSLIMS
CHRISTIANS JEWS BUDDHISTS HINDUS....
Against any who walk in the ways of the dark one
The radical Muslims use the words of god to treat their women like cattle
Spread the lie that my loving dogs are unclean
Use god's name to wage war
Against my armies...
TAKE THE BLESSED ALLAH AND DEFILE HIS GLORIOUS NAME
Make no mistake
I AM LIBERTY
& MY ARMY IS FILLED WITH ANGELS
They can bring you infinite blessings
Or infinite trials...
This is not a battle between religions
This a religion battling to be heard among other religions
I love the Muslim no less than any other
Saddam needed to be brought down
So did the leader of Darfur
And...
We all know...
THE PROBLEM IS WE HAVE FOUGHT nation vs. nation
RATHER THAN BY THE RULES OF ONE WORLD
WHERE A CRIMINAL IS A CRIMINAL IS A CRIMINAL...
As it are times of peace
The storied times of peace that none have known yet
We all know that soldiers are needed on 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
KNOW I WOULD END WAR TODAY IF I COULD
I HAVE OTHER ORDERS
I will war to peace
For I have learned you know no other way
And the evil will respond to nothing less than revolution
Burn Baby Burn I will cry one day
My enthusiasm for the blood will come
My vengeance 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 WORLD to its 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?
You did what you did to me out of ignorance
I forgave you without malice
That shit ends today
Or you too my beloved spies
Will be dragged out into the court of public opinion
Where you know you will be stoned for your sins
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
He has placed a man who once a tortured prisoner of war himself at the head of the Republican Party
His very presence mocks guantanemo
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 schizophrenic 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
"I'm not bad.
I'm just misunderstood."
Poi dog pondering
When I was offered to run America
I said No
I told you that the separation of Church and State
Is the will of God...?
My Throne Is On High
You cannot tempt me with another
Do you not read your bibles...?
The prediction is all there
Buried
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
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 wondrous words that I will only speak face to face
No matter how gilded my cage
Chicago is a prison to me now
The corrections officers are all familiar faces
My girlfriend 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 seethe with anger
When I part from this city
You will mourn the lost opportunities to hear my words
From my lips
I told you when the entire world knows who I am
That we will scream my name
THE PRECIOUS TIME HAS ARRIVED
Scream out your penance
SPEAK IN TOUNGUES and shake and holler
Tell your children that the New Time Has Come
TELL MY NAME TO YOUR BOOKS, MOVIES AND MOUNTAINS
SONGS
EXPLAIN TO THEM THE CHRIST
HAS BEEN FORCED TO HIS KNEES
AND HE WISHES TO WALK
Praise God for the return of His Son
PRAY TO YOUR GOD
Do not pray to me
Pray To the God You Are Comfortable With
Ask Them How You Should Treat Me
He Listens
I Act
Blessed will be the humyn who walks beside this Lord
Cursed will be those who try to stop
My holy march around this world
I know that your superstitions 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
Given me a pen
And a sword
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 stadium
Filled with people I could take on mental journeys
Leading to the Father's Throne
There will be another twelve
I have only met three of you
And you are far from me now
I have been trying to gather you
They keep you away from me
You know who you are
They may not yet...
Stop at nothing to reach my side
The ethical circle will flow concentrically out from us
Today I have no food, no weed, no smokes, no internet, no cable, and no reliable sources of intelligence
Man has taken my drivers license
Ripped off my dick
Damned my love of men and women
Told me I am a perversion
HOW CAN THE SON OF GOD BE A PERVERSION?
No more than a bonobo chimp can be a perversion
Your pretensions to God Head
Leave you trapped between what you are and what you wish to be
Lynched by your reason
And buried by your logic
Would God Make Me A Perversion?
Think long and hard on that one
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
He takes no chances with the likes and dislikes of His Son
You have seen me outthink my enemy at every turn
Or have you?
You will
They have might I do not need
They know it
They would have killed any human who tried to lead the total war for total peace
The assassins were sent
And they roam out there still
God used men who surprised them to save me
See how clever His plan?
We offer our enemies a better alternative than warring against us
We do not defeat them and have our way...
My soldiers have always respected that I would do anything short of genocide to save their blood
They value the easy camaraderie of soldiers who have fought one another honorably
On another's orders
And now just wish to have friends to walk home with
Forty acres and their mule
Oh, you are still going to honor my pledges
To the suffering people for retribution
Or we will take restitution
I want those immigrants who live without violent crime
To be granted IMMUNITY from your unfair courts
THIS TIME THE SOLDIERS WILL BE RESPECTED
WE RETURN FROM OUR WORLD WIDE WARS
ENRAGED WARRIORS
YOU WILL GIVE US OUR PEACE
OR WE WILL TAKE IT FROM YOU
DRINK YOUR ROYAL BLOOD
AND PISS IT INTO THE GUTTER
I want the internally displaced in our country to be freed now
Those kept in ghettos
Locked away in our racism, nationalism... the petty likes and dislikes of fashion
The mad run for the cash register into which you have reduced this gorgeous life
FREE
NOW
NOW
LET YOUR MIND THINK OF YOUR OWN SOUL
THERE ARE FEW READY
TO STAND BEFORE ME
LET ALONE GOD
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
Sex is a couple glands going off
Why would I care?
Choose your partners with lust or love
Why would I care?
Go honestly and with welcome to another's bed
And you go with God
Stone no one for their sins...
Unless you are without sin
None are
Not even me
I have done all of the things man has
I have lied and distorted and deluded
Mostly I have been righteous...
Yet 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 righteous will leave this planet
Enlightened ones
Who will no longer need the cycle of reincarnation
To shape their souls
I found good and evil in every breast, in every land, in every religion
I love you you you
Though I will learn to hate some of 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 holocaust applies to cows and pigs and chickens
Your children's children will look at you like Nazi's deluded into a dark following
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
THE TIME HAS COME TO DO GOD'S WILL
Pray hard on this man
YOUR SOUL HANGS IN A DELICATE BALANCE
For
TODAY
THIS DAY YOU SEE
ALL AROUND YOU
AS YOU LOOK UP FROM MY WORDS
AT ALL YOU THOUGHT HAD MEANING
This very day....
I AM
ALIVE
FOR A FLEETING SECOND
FLESH AS YOU ARE FLESH
ALL PRAISE GOD ALMIGHTY
And all sin for his son
The scapegoat
The straw dog upon which the village places their sins each spring
And the wind blows away
Allowing once more for the fields to grow in innocence and grace
...best remember how a tornado can take that straw
And drive it into the side of the hardest oak
For the time has come for the vengeance of the straw dog
When he must turn on the people and tell them...
I am innocent.
You must account for your own sins now
For the wind knows your game
And I am the wind
I am His caress
And His sword...
The Blessed Time Has Come To Decide
Which you will beckon
From
Your
GOD
2008/04/02
REORGANIZINHG MY BLOGS
I jublst came back on line full time after a year off doing a radio show and getting in trouble with the fascists. I am using this blog to put together a book that is well on its way toward done. In the interest of learning how a book is put together, I like to write mine completly on line. You will see me write the poetry, essay, and straight narrative that tell the first person story of a very confused man who finds out he started growing wings when he was five, and the after 45 years of living what he thought was an obscure, monkish life of an artist.,,,that the pope and the vatican think he is christ.
THis is an agnostic christ, who considers himself scientific. Nothing about the book is typical. I am certainly going to throw around some sacred cows, but I want the book to transcend mere criticism of religion, and add something to religion....
Judging from the various cults my writing has accidently started, you folks are enjoying my writing.... but please, I write a lot about revolution, and I do not mean burn shit down in america. I know there are places in this world where fire must be fought with fire, but you do not see the cops blowing up your houses or whatever. I encourage protesters to march as one with unionized cops.
A lot of the writing I do for the next few days will just be organizing. I have five sights, and I have kind of been putting everything everywhere. Now I want to be more point specific. One for comedy, one for poetry, one for new novel, one for a book I am publishing about my family (which will be for sale on lulu soon), and putting together a one hour a week video show with an improv group and the folk that I was doing fearless radio with. I am so glad that gig is over... it really does free me up to get a lot done.
This one is going to end up with most of the violent, johnny pain humor
THis is an agnostic christ, who considers himself scientific. Nothing about the book is typical. I am certainly going to throw around some sacred cows, but I want the book to transcend mere criticism of religion, and add something to religion....
Judging from the various cults my writing has accidently started, you folks are enjoying my writing.... but please, I write a lot about revolution, and I do not mean burn shit down in america. I know there are places in this world where fire must be fought with fire, but you do not see the cops blowing up your houses or whatever. I encourage protesters to march as one with unionized cops.
A lot of the writing I do for the next few days will just be organizing. I have five sights, and I have kind of been putting everything everywhere. Now I want to be more point specific. One for comedy, one for poetry, one for new novel, one for a book I am publishing about my family (which will be for sale on lulu soon), and putting together a one hour a week video show with an improv group and the folk that I was doing fearless radio with. I am so glad that gig is over... it really does free me up to get a lot done.
This one is going to end up with most of the violent, johnny pain humor
2008/01/15
the truth
what they will believe in one age
will change with the next
the flesh is ever filled with another
the writer all cynical and lost finds the truth
stares into it's cold dead eyes
they offer no cogent reason
to leave the dance of the drunken moment
and follow them
into their misery
still he knows
he will not be a defeated father
does not walk away
and leave truth
orphaned from mind
dyng ignoble
on the farside of the universes
he knows his
greif will be unblunted
even by the glory of resurrections
this time he is no socrates
slipping away smiling
content he has lived his rules
and will fight another day
no
this time he IS A GLADIATOR
STANDING
UNVANQuishable
in the arena
LIONS AT HIS SIDE
he raises his sword to the people in SALUTE
takes his bow and heads off to a party with his buds
will change with the next
the flesh is ever filled with another
the writer all cynical and lost finds the truth
stares into it's cold dead eyes
they offer no cogent reason
to leave the dance of the drunken moment
and follow them
into their misery
still he knows
he will not be a defeated father
does not walk away
and leave truth
orphaned from mind
dyng ignoble
on the farside of the universes
he knows his
greif will be unblunted
even by the glory of resurrections
this time he is no socrates
slipping away smiling
content he has lived his rules
and will fight another day
no
this time he IS A GLADIATOR
STANDING
UNVANQuishable
in the arena
LIONS AT HIS SIDE
he raises his sword to the people in SALUTE
takes his bow and heads off to a party with his buds
human = enemy
HUMAN = DECIEVER
HUMAN = IGNOBLE PREDATOR
HUMAN = OVER-POPULATION
HUMAN = ENVIRONMENTAL DISASTERS
HUMAN = DESTROYER OF SPECIES
HUMAN = RAPE
HUMAN = MURDER
HUMAN = LOVE
my thinking is now isolated
from everyone on the planet
one against billions and billions
protect my intellectual boundaries with barbed wire
attack storms fire & lightening
No One tells me how to think
-- so many have been wrong
who gave me counsel
liars and thieves and politico's
The greatest minds of the past could not know the Now
No one has seen what is in my mind
this vision of the face of god
When I first emerged into your psyche
my love became pure grace
love without judgments
all countries as one planet
equal goodwill for russia and china and america
I tried to do what I thought was right for this world
followed the NEW INSPIRATION
given to me by the VISITOR that day on the beach
as my intellectual walls dissolved
back into a pure and innocent simpleton
who seemed to know more than me
Yes, I am HERE NOW
A voice erupted from one surprised man
A screaming visage filled me
demanded to be heard by the entire world
surprise surprise surprise
the world took note
Crowds filled the city
waited for me to leave my cave and take my throne
I knew they would sooner or later turn against me:
Revelations are always written in blood
an ancient voice rose up thru my flesh
began to spin a tale of coming to earth on light
to preach of the forgotten truths
a pathfinder sent out to lead his people home
thru universes and dimensions and unknowable
twists in the Over Reality
--- in which we are but a speck of dust
in the face of the sun
I wondered why the world cared
even as inside of me I knew but it seems so fucking crazy
I ignored the clues in my past
to the biggest mystery
the mystery that is now like watching
a movie filled with hints
that only make sense during the climax
& then seem so obvious
HUMAN = IGNOBLE PREDATOR
HUMAN = OVER-POPULATION
HUMAN = ENVIRONMENTAL DISASTERS
HUMAN = DESTROYER OF SPECIES
HUMAN = RAPE
HUMAN = MURDER
HUMAN = LOVE
my thinking is now isolated
from everyone on the planet
one against billions and billions
protect my intellectual boundaries with barbed wire
attack storms fire & lightening
No One tells me how to think
-- so many have been wrong
who gave me counsel
liars and thieves and politico's
The greatest minds of the past could not know the Now
No one has seen what is in my mind
this vision of the face of god
When I first emerged into your psyche
my love became pure grace
love without judgments
all countries as one planet
equal goodwill for russia and china and america
I tried to do what I thought was right for this world
followed the NEW INSPIRATION
given to me by the VISITOR that day on the beach
as my intellectual walls dissolved
back into a pure and innocent simpleton
who seemed to know more than me
Yes, I am HERE NOW
A voice erupted from one surprised man
A screaming visage filled me
demanded to be heard by the entire world
surprise surprise surprise
the world took note
Crowds filled the city
waited for me to leave my cave and take my throne
I knew they would sooner or later turn against me:
Revelations are always written in blood
an ancient voice rose up thru my flesh
began to spin a tale of coming to earth on light
to preach of the forgotten truths
a pathfinder sent out to lead his people home
thru universes and dimensions and unknowable
twists in the Over Reality
--- in which we are but a speck of dust
in the face of the sun
I wondered why the world cared
even as inside of me I knew but it seems so fucking crazy
I ignored the clues in my past
to the biggest mystery
the mystery that is now like watching
a movie filled with hints
that only make sense during the climax
& then seem so obvious
new years entry
This is the big one... you ready? We are going to take over the world this year. I expect to be king... though knowing you humans, you will probably fuck that up, too.
I have written about a fifty page statement about my philosophy, and setting straight the world on a lot of what I believe in. No one has the right to speak for me ever again.
I mean this. Some people knew what I was doing, like John Stewart and Colbert, but the rest of the world, and especially those who expect me to play in their idea of what the return of god is about, are going to be surprised.
I am going to need a long time to forgive everyone for what they have done to me. I have been fucked with in a way that quiet possibly is unique in the history of time... and then again, is exactly like what everyone else goes thru.... I explain the events of this winter in the upcoming essay... I am putting Waking Up Jesus, my new book, here... and yes, this is part of it... in a way. I do not know how I will edit all of this down, but for right now I think that the story is going to be poetry ensconsed in first and second person prose, and essay's...
I am not trying to destroy the world. I do not think that my ethics need to be shoved down anyones throat. This has happened enough.
Give the power to the women... the minorities... and the kids.
M. and I have somehow weathered the last year... Either she is a great little intelligence agent, or a woman of infinite patience (I believe in the later,but the former...). Oh, well.
I hope to be out of my prison here in chicago soon.
Look for an article on my show Peace and Pipedreams in High Times, and you can listen to me on Norml's show; go to their radio show at their station... though it is easier just to go to mine... you can find that at fearlessradio.com It is just a bunch of kidding around about drugs and the military and shit... but underneath, there is a very radical notion that everyone deserves respect, and their own way of doing things...
I am being rude now by writing this... Just KNOW, I will be on the air on New Years Day and hope some of you can call or im me at the show.
I have written about a fifty page statement about my philosophy, and setting straight the world on a lot of what I believe in. No one has the right to speak for me ever again.
I mean this. Some people knew what I was doing, like John Stewart and Colbert, but the rest of the world, and especially those who expect me to play in their idea of what the return of god is about, are going to be surprised.
I am going to need a long time to forgive everyone for what they have done to me. I have been fucked with in a way that quiet possibly is unique in the history of time... and then again, is exactly like what everyone else goes thru.... I explain the events of this winter in the upcoming essay... I am putting Waking Up Jesus, my new book, here... and yes, this is part of it... in a way. I do not know how I will edit all of this down, but for right now I think that the story is going to be poetry ensconsed in first and second person prose, and essay's...
I am not trying to destroy the world. I do not think that my ethics need to be shoved down anyones throat. This has happened enough.
Give the power to the women... the minorities... and the kids.
M. and I have somehow weathered the last year... Either she is a great little intelligence agent, or a woman of infinite patience (I believe in the later,but the former...). Oh, well.
I hope to be out of my prison here in chicago soon.
Look for an article on my show Peace and Pipedreams in High Times, and you can listen to me on Norml's show; go to their radio show at their station... though it is easier just to go to mine... you can find that at fearlessradio.com It is just a bunch of kidding around about drugs and the military and shit... but underneath, there is a very radical notion that everyone deserves respect, and their own way of doing things...
I am being rude now by writing this... Just KNOW, I will be on the air on New Years Day and hope some of you can call or im me at the show.
THE SLEEP
I do not miss being asleep
embedded in my fictional life
my head severed
bought and sold
passed around
the spaceman come to life
the wizard walking in the light of day
a specter who steps out of your bibles and declares
I Am
I imploded
my memories shifted
into a mish-mash of conspiracies
who would do this to another human being
I wondered?
HOW CAN PEOPLE I ONCE RESPECTED
GO ALONG WITH MY JAILERS?
My once friends seem more sinister now
my enemies almost demonic
still I prefer to be alive and knowing
and I will not leave YOU
embedded in my fictional life
my head severed
bought and sold
passed around
the spaceman come to life
the wizard walking in the light of day
a specter who steps out of your bibles and declares
I Am
I imploded
my memories shifted
into a mish-mash of conspiracies
who would do this to another human being
I wondered?
HOW CAN PEOPLE I ONCE RESPECTED
GO ALONG WITH MY JAILERS?
My once friends seem more sinister now
my enemies almost demonic
still I prefer to be alive and knowing
and I will not leave YOU
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