The ongoing story of Jesus waking up in Chicago, in the body of an agnostic writer,
who is nothing like the Son of God the right-wing Christians watching him expected.

You are welcome to share my work with a link bank... keep getting asked this...

Last time I was here, I told them I would not lead a revolution, that I was there to spread heresy. The crowds thinned. The day they killed me, I marched alone... This time I have returned to find Romes Soldiers Sleeping, content they have killed off the Troublesome Jew. I was surprised how bloody the Indiana boy became as my sword fell again and again ....

In the years since this story began in 2007, my secret fame has spread out from the halls of power that kept me secret all these years, as they waited for the Christ to finally wake up...

I try to imagine their anticipation.

Remember a dream I had in my twenties about running thru Chicago screaming that Christ was coming back, and man oh man was I happy... a cloud came through the middle of the skyscrapers above me, in the thin strip of blue above Dowtown State street, and I expected to see Christ... instead, just a bunch of musicians painted up like Ziggy stardust.

I surprised my keepers. They thought they had me figured out from the Bible. If that book could have told you everything, there would be no need at all for me.

Jesus: "I have become Known across this planet as a dangerous man with a growing force of hidden followers who value my orders more than life itself. A prophet of war. Once and future King in a court of shadows. Life and death in my hands every damn day. I ROAR, your most mighty shit themselves and run. I make myself a known threat, so I can try to negotiate what otherwise requires bullets and blood. I am here to free the enslaved in body and mind. I cannot be defeated. When the Will of God and The WILL OF THE PEOPLE ARE ONE, NO FORCE ON EARTH CAN STOP US!"


We come into this life expecting too much and leave expecting too little

Monday, March 31, 2008

in this sacred revolt

In this sacred revolt

In the fields we pray
The threat of blood
Will keep the neo cons and religiously blinded
From trying to steal another election

The hidden cells of resistance
Have no serpent's head to lop off and toss aside

You know no matter what you do
There will always b immense pain
They great they turn away
Dissolve into ennui and excess
Become satisfied
They are doing enough
Tossing pennies to panhandlers

Cocked & loaded & ain't afraid to die
The fun loving GNL in the forces of the free
Sits surrounded by urban enemies
Just beyond his barbed wire perimeter
He hits on a big red bong
& tells the spies in the van out front

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

God makes the son flesh
To be a man
So the eyes of god
May see as his subjects

Stand point theory
God looking out through every photon
Watching is infinite painting
Come into creation
Amazed as any artist
When the mechanical process
Of a well plotted painting
Becomes a creation unto itself

Our futures to be raised in poverty
Your excuses fall on deaf ears
We will forge your religions in the future
Or watch them quietly die off
Like countless other sects
that rose like a temporary madness

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

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

We sooner or later
take up guns to save a species
join the National Park in Kenya
& kill a few poachers . . .
blow up a corporate corrupter
who's bought off the law...
see myself leading an underground army
relinquishing power back to my soldiers
telling them they know
the battles in their terrain
Trust My God
He will inspire me to lead them
to his promised peace
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crucified on the absurdity
the second coming sets off
Intelligence agencies and spin artists
a frantic screaming scramble to figure out
what this thing is . . .
who knows . . .?
what it wants . . .
what The Savage Grace is capable of....?

who I will demonize

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

denies the revelation
of personal choice
the sacred gift
of a loving father to a child

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

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

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

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

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

I know in a part of me sickened by the thought
by blood or word or chain:
the will of the people is always won
never given

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

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

what we know seems right
when we know no better
Jesus tried to warm you
everyone walks through the minute gate alone
leaving behind everything you have loved
trusting in a reward too great
for our simple dreams

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

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

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

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

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

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

tried to create and uncritical worshiping machine

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

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

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

The Killers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the thronging masses

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

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Wednesday, January 23, 2008


has lead me as much as spiritual fortitude
atheist’s taught me as much as minister’s
evolutionists as much as rationalists
... in my wanders toward
the ever-evolving over-consciousness
the delicate mesh of covenants
we navigate hit and miss

soldiers in our garrisons
the cells and gardens
we drift through
oblivious ghosts
reenacting our deaths for an audience of none

conspiring with our friends
for fame and wealth and delusions of wisdom
talking until the words
take on a life of their own
... then go take lives

our orphaned thoughts become bayonets at our backs
their tips gleaming silver
dripping with our blood

when we are weary of the attack
they fill us with pills and propaganda
and dreams of glory and heavenly lies demeaned long ago into blood brown mud
on our black boots

the politicians back home are spared
the screams of the dying
the deafening of the bombs
the blinding blasts
turning friends into stone cold flesh

the war profiteers keep their kids
coked up with the jet set
far from the fray
& complain
that they already have enough taxes to pay
while they bitch and whine that we're all fine

not that they mean us in their we

before they hypno you back into
a complacent cow in the pasture
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still gathering intelligence on my enemies

my silence scares them
they know I know now...
that my chronicler's have paper trails
leading from their comfortable little lives
into real prisons

the game is about to get interesting

I like and loath the danger most of all
fear spreading the infection of surveillance into any more lives...

I like walking in front of their useless assassins
if it makes you safer...
i will lay down my life over theirs
and destroy them in a blanket of my
burning eviscerate




i understand
u took me wrong, folks...

I will never forget this
rape of my writing...
my mind and body

I am not t.s. Eliot claiming all
interpretations of my work are valid...

hijack my words once
and I see
twice and I'm pissed

do it again and I will send my forces to hunt your ass down


All 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.

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