flow through us
warriors and cowards in there
heroes and villains
kings and slaves
everyone got 'em
lurking their past
whores and priests running madly convinced through our minds
living on the prayers of gods and groins
hell and brimstone preachers
and cool hipsters who just walk by it all
like nothing mattered and what the fuck if it did?
some will speak to our warriors
others the cowards
we decide
whether we will allow ourselves
to travel on the stream of their words
or insert our own
walk up that fucking stream defying the currents created before we had a say
the only way to avoid waterfalls and rapids
built into every river
the pits where our beliefs shine no light
the prisons
when we are kneel chained and beaten
suffering the endless imprisonment in the flesh like stoic cons
living for an extra biscuit from our jailers
As I walked the husky through the swirling Chicago snow
a day before News Years Eve
I could see the streams of words flowing through the air
radio waves and wireless internet and phones
philosophies and quips and racist rants
republican and democrat all rambling around in my mind
They tell me they will baptise me in their streams
take me up the mythic mississipi journey of huck finn
to enlightenment
meditate my way into a whole 'nother dream of this life
save me some money with their sales
find our my credit rating
most of the streams
end up being
a tangled landscape of meaninglessly babbling, thoughtless brooks
the poet stretches the metaphor like a rubber band that is going to hurt like hell when it breaks
pulls his body through the rush of water
fighting the draw of just laying on his back basking in the sun
floating along wherever dreaming all is right with the universe
listening intently to cable tv commentators who stitch together stories
under banners that draw the worst out of us
ask for the hateful voices
the xenophobic monkey trying to live like a goddamn human being
oh what child would I tell you to do as you totterr out into the universal confusion
with this band of mental toddlers who have no idea how to cure the worlds problems...
nothing that will work without changes that will have to be fought for
harder than they are fought against
word for word
blood for blood
fire for fire
man who has always in the end befriended his enemies
sooner or later
historically speaking
for a few hundred years here and there
We know the path
We just don't know always who blocks us
who is beckoning us for their own purposes
who is just some Joe who knows the way and tells it like he lived it?
You got them in there
Jung's archtype/the marvel universe/Star Wars
the characters we will play by our own device and others
How you gonna live boy?
Will you be blindered young?
Taught to keep your nose to the grindstone
life focused?
i worry about the young girls chasing beauty even as I marvel at their ways
as stunned as an adolescent boy
and aware as a man that history bred younger than we do here
that the rise of tv and fashion warps
insert pornography in our every moment
i hear a young comic talking about how he doesn't want to scream issues at people
just wants to make them laugh
wonder how he missed any connection
to the frantic part of me that worries incessently about my planet
how he deluded himself into an island?
wealth does that/part of the appeal is the purchase of privacy
the distance of exclusivity
from the ever present mucky-muck
the stone cold downers everywhere
that seem to suck the juice out of life
leave only a vague endlessness
the wondering if any of this is really worth the arrows at all?
we can't take the humane society ads showing abondened animals in this house
have to change the channel
we do all we can already and don't want to go there if we don't have to
want to surf out our own way
find our own paradise for awhile
beat off or buy something or run off into a bottle/snort up a night
be mentally elsewhere
say what you will
I'll listen when I can
I tell the world
unless you are just plain full of shit
your agenda transparent
to my prying eye
I toss another pebble in the stream
watch the ripples disrupt the flow of the current for a few seconds and disappear
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.
Thank YOU for over a half million hits at my various sites ... new counter.
one war
The collected john scott ridgway
a demented little entry into philosophy, humour and redemption.,
the elves attic
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