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

Sunday, April 06, 2008


guess i am going to need some
by any means neccessary

i'm a general of sorts in my head
pacing the halls of the locked psych ward
back hurting too much to do anything but keep moving
waiting the last few minutes before the shot
that will let you settle back
and draw
forget the Pain for four hours or less

coming down from delusions more exciting
than distresssing...
though I see those sobering moments
coming in the future
when I will sit down and wonder,
"MY god, what have I done?"

can't scare anyone
with my wild ambitions
the shrink will think I am too crazy to release
if I start babbling about how I may have stumbled
onto a way of compiling a new bible

I don't like keeping secrets though I do
and this is one of those times
got four aces still
but this is a game with cheats
so it is possible someone has five aces.

i sleep and dream of a world flowing out of fingers
from everywhere on the planet
bringing together all the tales of prophets
in one book that forgives all
and brings peace
to the forgotten and abused.

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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