HI. THIS IS THE INTRODUCTION to a series of poems that I am going to be putting up today. They tell the story of a guy who is visited by an angel one otherwise uneventful day in Chicago... and told he is the Christ... They tell a story.... The ones I am putting up today take place after he has announced himself over the internet, and conjoured a miracle before the world....
At present, he is in Chicago under heavy guard, living his same same old poor artist life after refusing various attempts to bribe him into working with the factions competing for their place in our tangled webs of governments and spies and armies and revolutionaries and fools...
Today, he is sending out poems to the anxious residents of earth -- sinners all, of course, and thus a bit worried about meeting their maker (something most of them expected to have to deal with when they were dead, if at all). He tries to always be forgiven, but he was created to REBUKE first... and sometimes, being a rebel through and through to his quivering, not-so- innocent core, he just can't help himself.
So, have fun. enjoy it... leave msg's... I do love hearing from you all.
Scott out.
CRIES OF THE CHRIST
lynched in red tape
trapped under heavy fire
in a muddy trench
my laugheter seems a long time ago
beard rapidly graying
spirit hardened by battle and visions
of wars to come
I limp into the fray bleeding from a thorny crown
dripping from the wounds of nails and a spear
the secret/secret blonde haired boy
44 years undercover
reavealed as the most
expected/unexpected
figure in human history
i want to answer the offered prays
retire into a circle of gratious friends
NOT MY FATE
I was born to fight the rebel's fight
Who gets what they want?
Who even really knows what it is?
Glimpses of future we must avoid
seem to run out everywhere before me
I AM PROGRAMMED TO WIN AT ANY COST
a relentless machine that will not stop
Armaggedon in the flesh
injustice will always rile me to lightening and fire
I DO NOT BACK DOWN
I regroup
assess strengths and weaknessess
and study the latest fires and floods
the wellspring of spirit feels
like it is going to explode out through my flesh
see my skin hardened by the inner heat
cracking and breaking off
as white light bursts from me
I AM AN EXPLODING STAR
listing the costume of cover
I have used all these embyrionic years
the lies of god and man have kept me hidden
from evem myself
Now I Know.
MY FATE IS WRITTEN IN THE HEAVENS!!!
Not in your mind/not in your bullets/not in your words.... only mine.
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.
2007/08/28
THE DEATH OF THE EMPORER: jesus speaks 2
every molecule of this planet
belongs to humanity living and unborn
not a visiting godling
a homeless wanderer of time and space
the night janitor brought in
to clean up your mess
I am too prone toward
running off to the next battle
for a position in government
or the armed forces
too sick of the lies of spies to live untrue
too wary or religions to allow any one to snare me
too beloved of them
not to seek their lessons
biblical jesus never had a church
his followers were poor students
without the eye of lot's wife
or the shackles of a rich man's gold
2007 years ago
I was the lamb
Socrates was the lamb
MLK was the lamb
JFK the lamb
Nietsche the lamb
jews/muslims/blacks/YOU -- THE LAMB
nOW in this storied time
of the spirit who walks among the living
we will shed our mocked and stained
black fleece
and run as one pack
toward our oppressors
belongs to humanity living and unborn
not a visiting godling
a homeless wanderer of time and space
the night janitor brought in
to clean up your mess
I am too prone toward
running off to the next battle
for a position in government
or the armed forces
too sick of the lies of spies to live untrue
too wary or religions to allow any one to snare me
too beloved of them
not to seek their lessons
biblical jesus never had a church
his followers were poor students
without the eye of lot's wife
or the shackles of a rich man's gold
2007 years ago
I was the lamb
Socrates was the lamb
MLK was the lamb
JFK the lamb
Nietsche the lamb
jews/muslims/blacks/YOU -- THE LAMB
nOW in this storied time
of the spirit who walks among the living
we will shed our mocked and stained
black fleece
and run as one pack
toward our oppressors
THE DEATH OF THE EMPORER: jesus speaks 2
every molecule of this planet
belongs to humanity living and unborn
not a visting godling
a homeless wanderer of time and space
the night janitor broughT in
to clean up your mess
I am too prone toward
running off to the bext battle
for a position in government
or the armed forces
too sick of the lies of spies to live untrue
too wary or religions to allow any one to snare me
too beloved of them
not to seek their lessons
biblical jesus never had a church
his followers were poor students
without the eye of lot's wife
or the shackles of a rich man's gold
2007 years ago
I was the lamb
socrates was the lamb
MLK was the lamb
JFK the lamb
Nietsche the lamn
jews/muslims/blacks/YOU -- THE LAMB
nOW in this storied time
of the spirit who walks among the living
we will shed our mocked and stained
black fleece
and run as one pack
toward our oppressors
belongs to humanity living and unborn
not a visting godling
a homeless wanderer of time and space
the night janitor broughT in
to clean up your mess
I am too prone toward
running off to the bext battle
for a position in government
or the armed forces
too sick of the lies of spies to live untrue
too wary or religions to allow any one to snare me
too beloved of them
not to seek their lessons
biblical jesus never had a church
his followers were poor students
without the eye of lot's wife
or the shackles of a rich man's gold
2007 years ago
I was the lamb
socrates was the lamb
MLK was the lamb
JFK the lamb
Nietsche the lamn
jews/muslims/blacks/YOU -- THE LAMB
nOW in this storied time
of the spirit who walks among the living
we will shed our mocked and stained
black fleece
and run as one pack
toward our oppressors
only a man would want to be jesus; jes.speaks. 5
the fiery spells that burn their way out
from my insides
only seem to hurt you more than me
the little words I throw at you...
they are nothing! Nothing!
compared to what I will do
Your false judgements of self and others
have made your gods invisible
a cryptic phantom steps out from your dreams and visions and says,
"Well, actually... yes, I do exist."
You don't know what to do
with the long haired stoner
who made his imaginary army real
"I am not what you expected... I simply am,"
I tell you...
Now that my voice has been heard
all over your puny planet
you want me to deny who I am
I sit back in my well trained mind
and think, "It's deja vu all over again."
I asked my enemies to come walk
together on the shore...
they took this for some blanket forgiveness
of their sins... brought gold and strippers to seal the deal
When I told them I cannot be bought
they lined the road with crucifixes
until they understood I will be stronger
in death than in life
the words I write their future
whether my flesh is here or on high
Ask yourself why you will only accept
a god painted in your own image
and you will begin to see your selfishness as I do
Ask yourself what you can't live without
and know your godling owns nothing more
that the wrinkled clothes on his back
and a grey cat
My life is an act for the eyes of my Father!!!!
Not you!!!
I gave up on pleasing mankind a long time ago
getting crucified teaches you about living
for how you look in the eyes of others
Last Time I died a bloody, writhing vision
screaming for help into an empty sky
Not this time...
no, not this time...
2007 years later I have
returned to find Rome's soldiers
still sleeping in their beds
content they killed off the troublesome jew
Now
I raise my sword over their slumbering selves
surprise even me with how bloody this indiana boy is becoming
as my sword falls again and again
Now You Will See
How The Mighty Fall
before this wizard king...
how the skies blacken and lightening and fire
come at my command
You will see...
You will see...
and then
you will wish for miracles no more...
from my insides
only seem to hurt you more than me
the little words I throw at you...
they are nothing! Nothing!
compared to what I will do
Your false judgements of self and others
have made your gods invisible
a cryptic phantom steps out from your dreams and visions and says,
"Well, actually... yes, I do exist."
You don't know what to do
with the long haired stoner
who made his imaginary army real
"I am not what you expected... I simply am,"
I tell you...
Now that my voice has been heard
all over your puny planet
you want me to deny who I am
I sit back in my well trained mind
and think, "It's deja vu all over again."
I asked my enemies to come walk
together on the shore...
they took this for some blanket forgiveness
of their sins... brought gold and strippers to seal the deal
When I told them I cannot be bought
they lined the road with crucifixes
until they understood I will be stronger
in death than in life
the words I write their future
whether my flesh is here or on high
Ask yourself why you will only accept
a god painted in your own image
and you will begin to see your selfishness as I do
Ask yourself what you can't live without
and know your godling owns nothing more
that the wrinkled clothes on his back
and a grey cat
My life is an act for the eyes of my Father!!!!
Not you!!!
I gave up on pleasing mankind a long time ago
getting crucified teaches you about living
for how you look in the eyes of others
Last Time I died a bloody, writhing vision
screaming for help into an empty sky
Not this time...
no, not this time...
2007 years later I have
returned to find Rome's soldiers
still sleeping in their beds
content they killed off the troublesome jew
Now
I raise my sword over their slumbering selves
surprise even me with how bloody this indiana boy is becoming
as my sword falls again and again
Now You Will See
How The Mighty Fall
before this wizard king...
how the skies blacken and lightening and fire
come at my command
You will see...
You will see...
and then
you will wish for miracles no more...
I WALK THRU A CRACK IN YOUR LOGIC
an unwelcome guest at the party
win some over with a few jokes
spies approach from the shadows
I hide nothing
that has not been hidden from me
security comes bursting in
whisks me into a dark room
drug me down
when I say I work for the good of all
no one believes me
not even ...
I think I know what's in my head
hearts keeps secrets from me
They great they want me to hate
as they hate
love as they love
live a life of silent prayer
kneeling on the graves of urges quelled
While our ministers
chant a litany of misery
that they can't believe isn't waking up
their work-harried watchers
I let them do as they will to this broken flesh
noting what they want me to forget most of all
biding my awful time
until our hands are on their throats
their mouths muzzled
their flesh strapped down
drugged out
screaming for a vendetta
that ain't never gonna come
Easier to forgive and live and let live
place your faith in the Judgment of Gods
turn back to your garden of thorns
win some over with a few jokes
spies approach from the shadows
I hide nothing
that has not been hidden from me
security comes bursting in
whisks me into a dark room
drug me down
when I say I work for the good of all
no one believes me
not even ...
I think I know what's in my head
hearts keeps secrets from me
They great they want me to hate
as they hate
love as they love
live a life of silent prayer
kneeling on the graves of urges quelled
While our ministers
chant a litany of misery
that they can't believe isn't waking up
their work-harried watchers
I let them do as they will to this broken flesh
noting what they want me to forget most of all
biding my awful time
until our hands are on their throats
their mouths muzzled
their flesh strapped down
drugged out
screaming for a vendetta
that ain't never gonna come
Easier to forgive and live and let live
place your faith in the Judgment of Gods
turn back to your garden of thorns
THE ANTS On THE SIDEWALK THREATEN ME WITH DEATH
i laugh at their minute view
of what is happening here
tell them, "Bring It On... I'll come back stronger
meaner... convinced of the need to kill."
Martyr me... see if God Cares?
I want what is good for my cause
this son always loses everything
except his mournful calling
I go out on point in a clown outfit
play the wounded fool
laughing under my tears
as my enemies walk into trap after trap
I say a few silent cheers
to my armies...
UNDERSTAND neo-cons:
WE ARE DISMANTLING
YOUR MANIACAL VIEW
OF THE FUTURE...
we will come together on common ground
whether that will be a cometary
or a negotiations table is up to the wind...
I will make you suffer or welcome redemption
by a holy sword on high that can knight or behead your very soul
I have humbled myself before the world
NOW
I WILL
HUMBLE THE WORLD!!!
of what is happening here
tell them, "Bring It On... I'll come back stronger
meaner... convinced of the need to kill."
Martyr me... see if God Cares?
I want what is good for my cause
this son always loses everything
except his mournful calling
I go out on point in a clown outfit
play the wounded fool
laughing under my tears
as my enemies walk into trap after trap
I say a few silent cheers
to my armies...
UNDERSTAND neo-cons:
WE ARE DISMANTLING
YOUR MANIACAL VIEW
OF THE FUTURE...
we will come together on common ground
whether that will be a cometary
or a negotiations table is up to the wind...
I will make you suffer or welcome redemption
by a holy sword on high that can knight or behead your very soul
I have humbled myself before the world
NOW
I WILL
HUMBLE THE WORLD!!!
I CAN'T DECIDE....
how to leave my cave
how to get past the soldiers
& the poverty
& the pain
without leaving collateral damage
in every nation
I wrote 'come to me'
they flooded the roads
leading into Chicago
I wrote 'ducks too long here
from the warming'
& the planes disappeared from the sky
I wrote 'forgive everyone'
& they mistook me for King Solomon
telling them to cut their children in half
& draw their made-up maps on their souls
I wrote 'throw off your slave names'
stand up queens and Kings
& they took their arms
to war to win more land
I wrote 'kill off your hatred's'
arm yourself in body and spirit
against your oppressors
& they attacked only the hatreds of others
I wrote 'send me word from your leaders'
& they sent me the lies of lobbiests
spies & money mongering fools
Now
IN THIS TIME
OF HORRIBLE JUDGMENT
I LAUGH NO MORE
I AM HERE NOW!!!
NOW!!!
I AM FULLY AWAKE!!!
MY ENEMIES ARE ALREADY DEAD
IN MY EYES
THEIR SOUL'S TOO HELL BOUND
for me to much more than wave goodbye
wipe off my tears
& angrily march on
striving without hope
to give birth to this child of peace
She alone can hand me mt discharge papers
She alone can lead this angry god
back to tend his gentle flock
Inside my enemies I can see
the redeemers
trapped by their hatreds
hear the whispers of wise words
they once knew
'''drowned out now
by their whining screams
I( can see the golden souls withing them
covered in rancid bullshit
free will is an illusion of time and hanit
man is serving unjust laws
false gods
and unholy icons
too often to even notice
unseen free radicals bounce off our faces
etching the lines
our loved ones will try to read
through the make up covering our corpses
how much better if they could
read an honest memoir
uncensored/without the secrets
hidden by the hero stories
& polite funeral conversation
we want our lives to be a straight
line from birth to heaven
some road we can tear up eden and build
drive over in our SUV's
surrounded by our own private arttmies
God sees you traveling in circles
trampling over the same old ground
until the foliage is crushed under foor
and even a single blade of grass
on a distant hill
is more green
than your clear-cut forests
Now...
you come to me and asn me to save you?
MY FATHER'S WRATH
IS HIS BUSINESS
not mine...
I am here only for the soldiers
who listen to the meek
for the lambs who follow the peaceful
though my prayers aare for all
I am merely the night janitor
called in to clean up your mess
believe what you want
you will meet your maker
in joy or agony
in life or death
I am merely an open gate
it is up to you whether you wish
to enter my house
or run away
how to get past the soldiers
& the poverty
& the pain
without leaving collateral damage
in every nation
I wrote 'come to me'
they flooded the roads
leading into Chicago
I wrote 'ducks too long here
from the warming'
& the planes disappeared from the sky
I wrote 'forgive everyone'
& they mistook me for King Solomon
telling them to cut their children in half
& draw their made-up maps on their souls
I wrote 'throw off your slave names'
stand up queens and Kings
& they took their arms
to war to win more land
I wrote 'kill off your hatred's'
arm yourself in body and spirit
against your oppressors
& they attacked only the hatreds of others
I wrote 'send me word from your leaders'
& they sent me the lies of lobbiests
spies & money mongering fools
Now
IN THIS TIME
OF HORRIBLE JUDGMENT
I LAUGH NO MORE
I AM HERE NOW!!!
NOW!!!
I AM FULLY AWAKE!!!
MY ENEMIES ARE ALREADY DEAD
IN MY EYES
THEIR SOUL'S TOO HELL BOUND
for me to much more than wave goodbye
wipe off my tears
& angrily march on
striving without hope
to give birth to this child of peace
She alone can hand me mt discharge papers
She alone can lead this angry god
back to tend his gentle flock
Inside my enemies I can see
the redeemers
trapped by their hatreds
hear the whispers of wise words
they once knew
'''drowned out now
by their whining screams
I( can see the golden souls withing them
covered in rancid bullshit
free will is an illusion of time and hanit
man is serving unjust laws
false gods
and unholy icons
too often to even notice
unseen free radicals bounce off our faces
etching the lines
our loved ones will try to read
through the make up covering our corpses
how much better if they could
read an honest memoir
uncensored/without the secrets
hidden by the hero stories
& polite funeral conversation
we want our lives to be a straight
line from birth to heaven
some road we can tear up eden and build
drive over in our SUV's
surrounded by our own private arttmies
God sees you traveling in circles
trampling over the same old ground
until the foliage is crushed under foor
and even a single blade of grass
on a distant hill
is more green
than your clear-cut forests
Now...
you come to me and asn me to save you?
MY FATHER'S WRATH
IS HIS BUSINESS
not mine...
I am here only for the soldiers
who listen to the meek
for the lambs who follow the peaceful
though my prayers aare for all
I am merely the night janitor
called in to clean up your mess
believe what you want
you will meet your maker
in joy or agony
in life or death
I am merely an open gate
it is up to you whether you wish
to enter my house
or run away
mass stands up
shakes off the fear of waking
tries to remember to breath
feels the electric crackling
of a lightening bolt of truth
winds of change a tornado now
blowing off the false persona's
exposing their squalid little lies
their 'pretend selves'
the 'brand' the struggle to Press Up to...
time to send them home
to their gardens and churches
force them to stop playing
soldier's with our lives
stealing money from our veterans
beating down the unions
spending our money jailing our kids
instead of educating them...
time to show them we are not lap dogs
placed on this earth to warm their crotches
and amuse their children
tries to remember to breath
feels the electric crackling
of a lightening bolt of truth
winds of change a tornado now
blowing off the false persona's
exposing their squalid little lies
their 'pretend selves'
the 'brand' the struggle to Press Up to...
time to send them home
to their gardens and churches
force them to stop playing
soldier's with our lives
stealing money from our veterans
beating down the unions
spending our money jailing our kids
instead of educating them...
time to show them we are not lap dogs
placed on this earth to warm their crotches
and amuse their children
alein
buried under the iron and gold crosses
a babe stirs
his plaintiff cry is heard
all over the planet
they dig me out and sit me in the sun
begin asking, "Are you the one?"
for 44 years I hold my tongue
I don't even know they are still listening
waiting for an answer
think I am alone as I whisper
"Yes."
They come at me from every wall
rich men who think they are wise
criminals who think my forgiveness
is enough to ease
the judgments of the father
I yell in their smug faces
"WHAT YOU DO TO THE LEAST OF US
YOU DO TO ME!!
WHAT YOU DO TO YOU8R ENEMIES
YOU DO TO ME!!!
WHEN YOU HATE THE GAYS BLACKS JEWS
MUSLIMS...
YOU HATE ME."
a babe stirs
his plaintiff cry is heard
all over the planet
they dig me out and sit me in the sun
begin asking, "Are you the one?"
for 44 years I hold my tongue
I don't even know they are still listening
waiting for an answer
think I am alone as I whisper
"Yes."
They come at me from every wall
rich men who think they are wise
criminals who think my forgiveness
is enough to ease
the judgments of the father
I yell in their smug faces
"WHAT YOU DO TO THE LEAST OF US
YOU DO TO ME!!
WHAT YOU DO TO YOU8R ENEMIES
YOU DO TO ME!!!
WHEN YOU HATE THE GAYS BLACKS JEWS
MUSLIMS...
YOU HATE ME."
the threatened me with death
i laughed at their minute view
of what is happening here
they have drugged me
beat me until I lashed out and locked me up
keep a jail cell hanging over my head
told me they would kill me if I sue
sent over an agent to frame me for murder
used two fbi stings to try to get me for needles and smoking weed
sent a cop down to the beach to show me instruments of torture
i take heart knowing my chroniclers record
their every mistep
still wonder why the hell anyone
would act like I am a terrorist
misused, misguided and abused
they think me....
I am nothing if not full of surprises
attacked by the flies listening on the walls
they want another coherced confession
in their court of impossible stasndards
this time they ain't gonna get a talking corpse
for CNN's patriotic puppet shows..
oh, no... this time they will kneeel
before the future and ask for forgiveness!!!
of what is happening here
they have drugged me
beat me until I lashed out and locked me up
keep a jail cell hanging over my head
told me they would kill me if I sue
sent over an agent to frame me for murder
used two fbi stings to try to get me for needles and smoking weed
sent a cop down to the beach to show me instruments of torture
i take heart knowing my chroniclers record
their every mistep
still wonder why the hell anyone
would act like I am a terrorist
misused, misguided and abused
they think me....
I am nothing if not full of surprises
attacked by the flies listening on the walls
they want another coherced confession
in their court of impossible stasndards
this time they ain't gonna get a talking corpse
for CNN's patriotic puppet shows..
oh, no... this time they will kneeel
before the future and ask for forgiveness!!!
strange days
In the last few months, my writing has gone from agnostic, violent comedy to something akin to a prophet coming in from the desert with word of a great war in heaven and hell. I have been having visions ever since.
I know this is going to sound strange, and believe me, it does not fit into my general world view either... but I have been granted at least one magical power.
I did not believe in magic much before this. Never looked into it, consider it all a superstition... then one night while walking by the beach all pissed off about Bush and How Controlling the radio show I was working for had become, and out of a cloudless night, in front of a lot of people, I made lightening strike the lake twice. Bam... Bam... yELlOW SHEETS OF FIRE smashing down into the lake.
It is like discovering an organ inside of myself that I did not know about. I can now access it at will.
In the course of this, I also discovered that something inside of me -- perhaps my native American heritage, can make rain. Yes, I am a rain maker. And a lot of people know about this now, because my normal site, the elves attic, attracted so much attention when people made the assumption that I was some kind of terrorist because of my writing. They CIA was so worried that they shut down my computer and phone and stopped me from talking to my family.///
I mean, this shit is serious and i AM basically trapped in this city, despite having once thought that I had some tv connections I could call on.
I know this is going to sound strange, and believe me, it does not fit into my general world view either... but I have been granted at least one magical power.
I did not believe in magic much before this. Never looked into it, consider it all a superstition... then one night while walking by the beach all pissed off about Bush and How Controlling the radio show I was working for had become, and out of a cloudless night, in front of a lot of people, I made lightening strike the lake twice. Bam... Bam... yELlOW SHEETS OF FIRE smashing down into the lake.
It is like discovering an organ inside of myself that I did not know about. I can now access it at will.
In the course of this, I also discovered that something inside of me -- perhaps my native American heritage, can make rain. Yes, I am a rain maker. And a lot of people know about this now, because my normal site, the elves attic, attracted so much attention when people made the assumption that I was some kind of terrorist because of my writing. They CIA was so worried that they shut down my computer and phone and stopped me from talking to my family.///
I mean, this shit is serious and i AM basically trapped in this city, despite having once thought that I had some tv connections I could call on.
strange days
In the last few months, my writiing has gone from agnostic, violent comedy to something akin to a prophet coming in from the desert with word of a great war in heaven and hell. I have been having visions ever since.
I know this is going to sound strange, and believe me, it does not fit into my general world view either... but I have been granted at least one magical power.
I did not believe in magic much before this. Never looked into it, consider it all a superstiition... then one night while walking by the beach all pissed off about Bush and How Controlling the radio show I was working for had become, and out of a cloudless night, in front of a lot of people, I made lightening strike the lake twice. Bam... Bam... yELOOW SHEETS OF FIRE smashing down intot the lake.
It is like discovering an organ inside of myself that I did not know about. I can now access it at will.
In the course of this, I also discovered that something inside of me -- perhaps my native american heritage, can make rain. Yes, I am a rain maker. And a lot of people know about this now, because my normal site, the elves attic, attracted so much attention when people made the assumption that I was some kind of terrorist because of my writing. They CIA was so worried that they shut down my computer and phone and stopped me from talking to my family.///
I mean, this shit is serious and i AM basically trapped in this city, despite having once thought that I had some tv connections I could call on.
I know this is going to sound strange, and believe me, it does not fit into my general world view either... but I have been granted at least one magical power.
I did not believe in magic much before this. Never looked into it, consider it all a superstiition... then one night while walking by the beach all pissed off about Bush and How Controlling the radio show I was working for had become, and out of a cloudless night, in front of a lot of people, I made lightening strike the lake twice. Bam... Bam... yELOOW SHEETS OF FIRE smashing down intot the lake.
It is like discovering an organ inside of myself that I did not know about. I can now access it at will.
In the course of this, I also discovered that something inside of me -- perhaps my native american heritage, can make rain. Yes, I am a rain maker. And a lot of people know about this now, because my normal site, the elves attic, attracted so much attention when people made the assumption that I was some kind of terrorist because of my writing. They CIA was so worried that they shut down my computer and phone and stopped me from talking to my family.///
I mean, this shit is serious and i AM basically trapped in this city, despite having once thought that I had some tv connections I could call on.
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