TRUE STORY:

WAKING UP JESUS


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!"





WAKING UP JESUS...

WAKING UP JESUS...
We come into this life expecting too much and leave expecting too little

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

DA BALLAD OF john da booFIST





Can't imagine myself moving through crowds of lepers
manifesting the prophecy
that goes along
with this

HOMECOMING


BAPTISE YOUR OWN NAME
NEED NO ONE

become a FOOTNOTE
in a computer buried
in a nuke withstanding mountain in Utah
why not?

MAYBE u can save the dead

as long as you take into account all the other
unweildy tombs SCREAMING in the libraries
the faces in the tv's and computer
that made epic on the silver screen

AND THE SACRED GONZO


B proud
to be
acknowledged
BY ALL
as
one
who ponders great questions

not one who comes up with great answers
WE DON'T NEED ANY MORE GREAT white MEN ANSWERS
for
now
just
learning to listen will take tens of decades


so we're pretending real
in this pipedream of peace
this toddlertext teetering
uncertainly
through the
infinite jest




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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