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

Saturday, April 05, 2008

racism starts when you do not say hello

12:38 PM

rascism starts when you do not say hello
i say hello to everyone in my hood

the ones who ignore me are few...

most welcome a cheered hello from the long haired
thin mad man
with the gorgeous little blue eyed red husky
armed with a perpetual smile

Ruby Dog wants to greet
EVERYONE with a kiss on the hand
then a kiss on the face

I bow at her feet and try to learn
she is too far beyond me to glimpse
JUST KEEPS giving me those silly kisses
until I finally turn away

concsious some passer by will think i
love her too much...
you know, illegally

makes me shiver...

no one controls the gangsta but gangsta
that they lower their weapons
you beat their sisters bad
that was a mistake a mistake your souls demise
gonna take a lot of KI$$E$
let snoop have his blunts
i'm at his back with more than words
stick for stick
stone for stone

kiss for kiss


** by the way, all you fucks who ignore Ruby now has her ignoring most of you... I WOULD KILL YOU ALL FOR THAT... if I were hitler... if she still didn't get so excited by the few of you wHO STILL KNOW YOU LET ALL DOGS KISS YOU.

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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