the works of john scott ridgway... beware, the comedy is dark and the philosophy deep.

The new books are coming along well, but a virus on my computer is making everything screwy and I can't afford to get it fixed. I just bought this thing, used, and thank when my tax returns I am going to have to go our an buy something else, unless this can be fixed. There is so much more on the internet that I want to get in my books, there just doesn;t seem to be enough time. Today I should probably go work on the books some more. At least they have all been spell checked and what not. This is why I am giving away downloads for free... I particularly recommend one war because it is small, and waking up christ is still being written.... the religious psycho killer's shit list now has alomost 800 pages. What a tomb. I sure do write a lot somethimes. LAtely it has been all editing

John Mccain Keeps Food In His Cheeks!!!


Senator John, Chipmunk Cheeks, McCain has finally admitted that he keeps large quantities of food in his extended cheeks. Telling this reporter, "It all started when I was in Nam, laying there in a hundred and twenty degrees of hell, feeling rats eating my goddamn dick... and just being too tired to do anything about it... well, didn't mean to talk about that. You publish that shit and I will have you dead by morning. Now, anyways, for the record... I was laying there one day and had a vision, of a mighty chipmonk, telling me that if I ever was around a lot of food again, I would be like the mighty chipmonk and save some for later, in my cheeks. I had no idea I would end up with these jowls at this age. Not complaining, I can keep a full boned chicken in this side. And a couple side dishes over here. Not to mention, a gun and a playboy, which were the two things I vowed to have with me if I was ever captured again. Laying there in that lonely bamboo prison, my only friends were rats. For the most part they still are. I took one as my wife. Back in nam. When she died I ate her meat, but I kept her skin. I still keep it hidden in my recturm. Old habits die hard I guess. In fact, I still raise rats, for both food and companionship, of course."

of the word
is being ripped out of the hands of the elite
and handed to the poorest child
good time for an internet revolution


a bloodless coup
fought from our hobbit* holes
salutionaries
at our keys growing plump and gracious

This is an example from book waking up christ, and it comes at a point when the entire world knows who he is, and a lot of them do not like him.....






the conspiracies are hinted at in the media
whispered
between the radicals

we are in active revolt
subverting the agenda of the neoCONs who would enslave us all to their dark visions
of only the cream rising to the top
and what the hell about those left behind


You Will
legislate Noblesse Oblige
claim what the ignoble barons
refuse to give up to fix
the toxic dumps they leave
behind with their corporate crusades
Tax the rich to feed the poor
and raise their standards of living
before they rage against
your blood-streaked castles
and the frantic winds of fate
leave you at the mercy
of the peasants you causally despised

I have come across time and space
through universes and dimensions and indescribable realms that flash into my mind
as thoughts too huge for my head
overwhelming
a feeling like I will never be able to inhale again
as if breath itself has left me alone

a translator of the spirits words

sent in this time
NOW
to put my finger
in the crack
in the Dyke
holding back
an ocean of blood

I reel around and confront the spies
huddling in packs behind my back
assure them I am The One
that My Magic is nothing
they ever
want to fuck with...

scream at them
like some raging madman,
"I will not be a judge
in their court of impossible standards!!
You will not silence me!!
You will not convince me freedom
is bought with anything less than blood!"



the artists paint un-noticed
singers sing for drunken dancers
ministers preach for those romantically involved
with their religious icons

"You used to be so amused
by napoleon in rags
and the language that he used . . .
he calls to you
you can't refuse" Bob Dylan


the explosive discontent
seethes inside the kids shooting up malls
classrooms
each other

dreams starving to be dreamt

as we live paycheck to paycheck
crouched between our bills
cursing at roaches
living for the occasional surge of hope
a 'pay day' feeling

we blow our exhaust into the blue sky
commit suicide slow as a liver breaking down
as instantaneous as a shot gun
a hot shot hypo
as final as a prisoner
discouraged and discarded
hanging in
a cell
in Cook County Jail

I once told you:
when I first started waking up
DO NOT GIVE ME POWER
give me your hungry, your sick, your poor

you thought I wanted to give them a blue pill
get them out of the way
create a new world on their bones...
brought forth a Nazi vision of efficiency
asked me to march to a forgotten band
to resurrect some sixth reich

I just wanted the means to care
for the
ones you decided to write out
of your hero's tales

this world doesn't need another
barker for democracy

calling on the huddled masses
to flee their dictators
and come live in a dream
we have of ourselves

work yourself to death
to shop at the better stores
to buy yourself a knife to cut
a few pouches of flesh from under your eyes
make your reflection in the mirror
seem more like before you knew
you were mortal





you don't need another politician
running for office

You need a spirit waking
savage grace
the whisper that only the holy ghost hears

I can give off great warmth
that sometimes burns


association with the Great Challenger
can only lead to confrontations in the flesh
the spirit is the only oasis in this hellish planet


the only true freedom will come
when a circle of voices sit at a table
where all concerns are equal
One Species Under God

we must emerge from the myths of nationalists
isolationists and fools

give all children a peaceful path thru the carnage
protected by armed missionaries

we must surround
the embattled animals and children
BAYONETS DRAWN
protective always of the unique
respectful of the truths of the times
our ancestors acted witihin
the fields of truth
they could no more escape than death

this page is my throne
these sentences my kingdom
my stories my spells

the people who inspired me
are innocent of ever entering
into any pact with the devilry of chaos
they are innocent
all of their sins are my burden
I will take responsibility for the actions

I asked for peace and you said no
I asked for war and you marched along...

You wondered who
I would choose
after I said you were all chosen

I told you the truth as it came to me
unbidden from the spirit world
the ramifications of the powers given me
have turned my life into a symbolic performance

I resent most of all the secrets my enemies keep
I should have been told from the start
that I started growing wings at five
that I was a king
that people were watching me
claiming I was performing miracles
a messiah...

Perhaps those who manipulated me
never thought I would wake up?
Did you mistake me for someone
you could lead around thru
pompous ceremonies
institutionalizing your power
for these next thousand years
as I reign from this quiet room
in my flesh
and on high when this burden of life is lifted

Speculation as to why you do this to me
is a pack of rats eating away
at my squirming brain

They told me bush had ordered a 120 million
dollar crown

did he think I would accept this crown?
at the time I thought it was for him...

I refused to let you make me a king
blew up your disney fantasy
of the Lion King returning to reign
over all the animals...

the shy wizard walks thru rogers park
tries to smile and greet
as the music in his ears
talks of soldiers and god and angels
and the coming revolt

I see how my emergence is effecting everyting
the dollar rocked when they realized
I was playing them for intelligence
I made that damn thing go over 14k
to show them that I can
and I will take it to 0 if I have to


I have reached out to everyone
shown my heart
humor
tears
the fallibility you never expected
the humility that you need to share

a core of lightening and fire
a creature who can beckon storms and lightening and fire and soldiers

a creature whose desires manifest
like a twilight zone prophecy

a TRUTH
who arrived in a Trojan horse of fiction...

a cosmology that surprises the messenger
most of all

a christ who had to teach by example
in a world that only wants fame and wealth

I had to write
don't want fame no more no more
to show you that I am not about the money


they great they want me to become
an unholy icon in their anti-passion play
I am not here for my benefit
that should be obvious to all of you
after the pile of money I turned down...

I cut out the middle man and went directly
to my audience
and that must piss them off all the more


I want to speak of a new culture
that can flow like water
thru the old ways
a baptism warm and soothing
holy water that glows gently around
the entrenched beliefs
accepts them as islands
in an ocean larger than all the heavens.

a hurricane crashing into those turned enemy
by sheer routine
blowing down their straw houses
screaming what they are afraid to whisper

I offer respect for respect
revolution for the wicked

I was a creature with two identities
when I first began to wake up
scott ridgway and the voice...

Now I Am The Voice

I let the red and blue states
blend into purple
as the blood soaked arthur
rose to power on Merlin's Magic

the mad wizards' sainted apprentice
raised a crusade of equal voices
demanding justice before peace

you thru your powers into this reluctant ruler

I pray to my god for the strength
to rip myself off of the crucifix

vowing to lead all people
threw the minute gate of peace

the assassins are still lined up outside my gate
how they would love for me to disappear
into a quiet madman


I no longer care about your gallows
the asylums and jails
the definitions

You can no longer kill the message
the messenger could dissolve into dust
and manifest my fondest wish
dissolution

release

flight

PENGUINS TAKEN IN RAPTURE...DESPONDENT HUMANS LEFT BEHIND!!!!!Seemingly only penguins were taken up into the heavens this morning when a supreme deity finally kept its promise to save the worthy from the hell of the world.

As the deity scooped up the penguins in his hands, thousands of screaming human voices were raised to protest the supreme deity's decision, representing every type of whining known to man. The deity shushed the humans, then pointed at the amusing antics of various penguins who were doing an elaborate ice-scapade version of a tale that they explained, in a short introduction, was too complex for human understanding. . .




Before leaving, the deity told the humans,"Hey, ectoplasm, get over yourself. I didn't even try to make another species that comes close to a penguin. Let alone, Man... Yea, right — come on, you don't even really believe that, do you? Every dog you have ever met is a better being than you. . . I mean, name a dog that isn't a better being than you? ... Let alone a penguin — they're fucking nature's clowns, man! You put your robin williams and conans on stage with an emporer penguin, not only will it kick their asses, it will make you laugh harder than you ever have before in your life while it does so. You are a component in an echosphere, and if anything, you should be punished, if not just weeded out. You're probably very lucky that I don't bother thinking about you very much."

After finding out their species is well down on the animal totem pole that god uses to judge specks of the echosphere, humans around the world were reported to be, 'thinking about other stuff,' and 'keeping busy.'

For days now, zookeepers at the Lincoln park zoo have been having trouble with the rather notorious puffins in the main birdhouse. There have been rumbles with other birds in the past, photographs of the bouyant waterfowl flashing gang signs, and whispers that only their well-documented excessive use of drugs keeps them constantly smiling all day — yet, in spite of all their personal problems, and what numerous puffins have described as 'really, really killer hang overs,' the puffins have always somehow gathered the gumption to show their smiling faces to the crowd. Not today, though. No, on this dark excuse for day, the puffins have turned their backs on the adoring crowds and are spewing white runny feces out their asses out right onto their once faithful well-wishers... Yes, this is hard to remove from the hair and lips, feces; this fount of puffin shit indeed does sting in the eyes, and taste terrible in the mouth. For journalistic purposes, I did have to have a taste…The Queen is not amused!!!
The bejewled old leach called a special session of parliament today, immediantly after news of the Puffins unruly, anti-market behavior hit the shocked and sadden shores of great BrittanyThe queen addressed parliament for thrity seven minutes, screaming over and over into the microphone, "The queen is not amused."
Landed Gentry in the parlaiment then began singing, in gregorian chants, over and over, rising and sitting as they intoned, "Theeeeee Queen . . . is . . . not . . . a.. mused."
One of the princes flounced up and smacked the old queenie to stop her from screaming that she was not amused, and the bejeweled wrinkle then went on to urge the puffins to ‘do their part,’ by 'smiling through the bars of their cages.'
Seemingly unimpressed, the puffins responded by continuing to spew white gook from their anuses at the passing crowds.
In related news, the penguins are still spinning around in circles as fast as they can and screaming, “Oh, the shits with you,” over and over again with no sign of stopping.
When their publicist was asked just what the heck those waterfowl are up to, she mysteriously answered this reporters stern, probing question by smiling and looking out at the horizon, then saying in a breathless, excited voice, "“They are ushering in the new time!!”

The new books are coming along well, but a virus on my computer is making everything screwy and I can't afford to get it fixed. I just bought this thing, used, and thank when my tax returns I am going to have to go our an buy something else, unless this can be fixed. There is so much more on the internet that I want to get in my books, there just doesn;t seem to be enough time. Today I should probably go work on the books some more. At least they have all been spell checked and what not. This is why I am giving away downloads for free... I particularly recommend one war because it is small, and waking up christ is still being written.... the religious psycho killer's shit list now has alomost 800 pages. What a tomb. I sure do write a lot somethimes. LAtely it has been all editing

John Mccain Keeps Food In His Cheeks!!!


Senator John, Chipmunk Cheeks, McCain has finally admitted that he keeps large quantities of food in his extended cheeks. Telling this reporter, "It all started when I was in Nam, laying there in a hundred and twenty degrees of hell, feeling rats eating my goddamn dick... and just being too tired to do anything about it... well, didn't mean to talk about that. You publish that shit and I will have you dead by morning. Now, anyways, for the record... I was laying there one day and had a vision, of a mighty chipmonk, telling me that if I ever was around a lot of food again, I would be like the mighty chipmonk and save some for later, in my cheeks. I had no idea I would end up with these jowls at this age. Not complaining, I can keep a full boned chicken in this side. And a couple side dishes over here. Not to mention, a gun and a playboy, which were the two things I vowed to have with me if I was ever captured again. Laying there in that lonely bamboo prison, my only friends were rats. For the most part they still are. I took one as my wife. Back in nam. When she died I ate her meat, but I kept her skin. I still keep it hidden in my recturm. Old habits die hard I guess. In fact, I still raise rats, for both food and companionship, of course."

of the word
is being ripped out of the hands of the elite
and handed to the poorest child
good time for an internet revolution


a bloodless coup
fought from our hobbit* holes
salutionaries
at our keys growing plump and gracious

This is an example from book waking up christ, and it comes at a point when the entire world knows who he is, and a lot of them do not like him.....






the conspiracies are hinted at in the media
whispered
between the radicals

we are in active revolt
subverting the agenda of the neoCONs who would enslave us all to their dark visions
of only the cream rising to the top
and what the hell about those left behind


You Will
legislate Noblesse Oblige
claim what the ignoble barons
refuse to give up to fix
the toxic dumps they leave
behind with their corporate crusades
Tax the rich to feed the poor
and raise their standards of living
before they rage against
your blood-streaked castles
and the frantic winds of fate
leave you at the mercy
of the peasants you causally despised

I have come across time and space
through universes and dimensions and indescribable realms that flash into my mind
as thoughts too huge for my head
overwhelming
a feeling like I will never be able to inhale again
as if breath itself has left me alone

a translator of the spirits words

sent in this time
NOW
to put my finger
in the crack
in the Dyke
holding back
an ocean of blood

I reel around and confront the spies
huddling in packs behind my back
assure them I am The One
that My Magic is nothing
they ever
want to fuck with...

scream at them
like some raging madman,
"I will not be a judge
in their court of impossible standards!!
You will not silence me!!
You will not convince me freedom
is bought with anything less than blood!"



the artists paint un-noticed
singers sing for drunken dancers
ministers preach for those romantically involved
with their religious icons

"You used to be so amused
by napoleon in rags
and the language that he used . . .
he calls to you
you can't refuse" Bob Dylan


the explosive discontent
seethes inside the kids shooting up malls
classrooms
each other

dreams starving to be dreamt

as we live paycheck to paycheck
crouched between our bills
cursing at roaches
living for the occasional surge of hope
a 'pay day' feeling

we blow our exhaust into the blue sky
commit suicide slow as a liver breaking down
as instantaneous as a shot gun
a hot shot hypo
as final as a prisoner
discouraged and discarded
hanging in
a cell
in Cook County Jail

I once told you:
when I first started waking up
DO NOT GIVE ME POWER
give me your hungry, your sick, your poor

you thought I wanted to give them a blue pill
get them out of the way
create a new world on their bones...
brought forth a Nazi vision of efficiency
asked me to march to a forgotten band
to resurrect some sixth reich

I just wanted the means to care
for the
ones you decided to write out
of your hero's tales

this world doesn't need another
barker for democracy

calling on the huddled masses
to flee their dictators
and come live in a dream
we have of ourselves

work yourself to death
to shop at the better stores
to buy yourself a knife to cut
a few pouches of flesh from under your eyes
make your reflection in the mirror
seem more like before you knew
you were mortal





you don't need another politician
running for office

You need a spirit waking
savage grace
the whisper that only the holy ghost hears

I can give off great warmth
that sometimes burns


association with the Great Challenger
can only lead to confrontations in the flesh
the spirit is the only oasis in this hellish planet


the only true freedom will come
when a circle of voices sit at a table
where all concerns are equal
One Species Under God

we must emerge from the myths of nationalists
isolationists and fools

give all children a peaceful path thru the carnage
protected by armed missionaries

we must surround
the embattled animals and children
BAYONETS DRAWN
protective always of the unique
respectful of the truths of the times
our ancestors acted witihin
the fields of truth
they could no more escape than death

this page is my throne
these sentences my kingdom
my stories my spells

the people who inspired me
are innocent of ever entering
into any pact with the devilry of chaos
they are innocent
all of their sins are my burden
I will take responsibility for the actions

I asked for peace and you said no
I asked for war and you marched along...

You wondered who
I would choose
after I said you were all chosen

I told you the truth as it came to me
unbidden from the spirit world
the ramifications of the powers given me
have turned my life into a symbolic performance

I resent most of all the secrets my enemies keep
I should have been told from the start
that I started growing wings at five
that I was a king
that people were watching me
claiming I was performing miracles
a messiah...

Perhaps those who manipulated me
never thought I would wake up?
Did you mistake me for someone
you could lead around thru
pompous ceremonies
institutionalizing your power
for these next thousand years
as I reign from this quiet room
in my flesh
and on high when this burden of life is lifted

Speculation as to why you do this to me
is a pack of rats eating away
at my squirming brain

They told me bush had ordered a 120 million
dollar crown

did he think I would accept this crown?
at the time I thought it was for him...

I refused to let you make me a king
blew up your disney fantasy
of the Lion King returning to reign
over all the animals...

the shy wizard walks thru rogers park
tries to smile and greet
as the music in his ears
talks of soldiers and god and angels
and the coming revolt

I see how my emergence is effecting everyting
the dollar rocked when they realized
I was playing them for intelligence
I made that damn thing go over 14k
to show them that I can
and I will take it to 0 if I have to


I have reached out to everyone
shown my heart
humor
tears
the fallibility you never expected
the humility that you need to share

a core of lightening and fire
a creature who can beckon storms and lightening and fire and soldiers

a creature whose desires manifest
like a twilight zone prophecy

a TRUTH
who arrived in a Trojan horse of fiction...

a cosmology that surprises the messenger
most of all

a christ who had to teach by example
in a world that only wants fame and wealth

I had to write
don't want fame no more no more
to show you that I am not about the money


they great they want me to become
an unholy icon in their anti-passion play
I am not here for my benefit
that should be obvious to all of you
after the pile of money I turned down...

I cut out the middle man and went directly
to my audience
and that must piss them off all the more


I want to speak of a new culture
that can flow like water
thru the old ways
a baptism warm and soothing
holy water that glows gently around
the entrenched beliefs
accepts them as islands
in an ocean larger than all the heavens.

a hurricane crashing into those turned enemy
by sheer routine
blowing down their straw houses
screaming what they are afraid to whisper

I offer respect for respect
revolution for the wicked

I was a creature with two identities
when I first began to wake up
scott ridgway and the voice...

Now I Am The Voice

I let the red and blue states
blend into purple
as the blood soaked arthur
rose to power on Merlin's Magic

the mad wizards' sainted apprentice
raised a crusade of equal voices
demanding justice before peace

you thru your powers into this reluctant ruler

I pray to my god for the strength
to rip myself off of the crucifix

vowing to lead all people
threw the minute gate of peace

the assassins are still lined up outside my gate
how they would love for me to disappear
into a quiet madman


I no longer care about your gallows
the asylums and jails
the definitions

You can no longer kill the message
the messenger could dissolve into dust
and manifest my fondest wish
dissolution

release

flight

PENGUINS TAKEN IN RAPTURE...DESPONDENT HUMANS LEFT BEHIND!!!!!Seemingly only penguins were taken up into the heavens this morning when a supreme deity finally kept its promise to save the worthy from the hell of the world.

As the deity scooped up the penguins in his hands, thousands of screaming human voices were raised to protest the supreme deity's decision, representing every type of whining known to man. The deity shushed the humans, then pointed at the amusing antics of various penguins who were doing an elaborate ice-scapade version of a tale that they explained, in a short introduction, was too complex for human understanding. . .




Before leaving, the deity told the humans,"Hey, ectoplasm, get over yourself. I didn't even try to make another species that comes close to a penguin. Let alone, Man... Yea, right — come on, you don't even really believe that, do you? Every dog you have ever met is a better being than you. . . I mean, name a dog that isn't a better being than you? ... Let alone a penguin — they're fucking nature's clowns, man! You put your robin williams and conans on stage with an emporer penguin, not only will it kick their asses, it will make you laugh harder than you ever have before in your life while it does so. You are a component in an echosphere, and if anything, you should be punished, if not just weeded out. You're probably very lucky that I don't bother thinking about you very much."

After finding out their species is well down on the animal totem pole that god uses to judge specks of the echosphere, humans around the world were reported to be, 'thinking about other stuff,' and 'keeping busy.'

For days now, zookeepers at the Lincoln park zoo have been having trouble with the rather notorious puffins in the main birdhouse. There have been rumbles with other birds in the past, photographs of the bouyant waterfowl flashing gang signs, and whispers that only their well-documented excessive use of drugs keeps them constantly smiling all day — yet, in spite of all their personal problems, and what numerous puffins have described as 'really, really killer hang overs,' the puffins have always somehow gathered the gumption to show their smiling faces to the crowd. Not today, though. No, on this dark excuse for day, the puffins have turned their backs on the adoring crowds and are spewing white runny feces out their asses out right onto their once faithful well-wishers... Yes, this is hard to remove from the hair and lips, feces; this fount of puffin shit indeed does sting in the eyes, and taste terrible in the mouth. For journalistic purposes, I did have to have a taste…The Queen is not amused!!!
The bejewled old leach called a special session of parliament today, immediantly after news of the Puffins unruly, anti-market behavior hit the shocked and sadden shores of great BrittanyThe queen addressed parliament for thrity seven minutes, screaming over and over into the microphone, "The queen is not amused."
Landed Gentry in the parlaiment then began singing, in gregorian chants, over and over, rising and sitting as they intoned, "Theeeeee Queen . . . is . . . not . . . a.. mused."
One of the princes flounced up and smacked the old queenie to stop her from screaming that she was not amused, and the bejeweled wrinkle then went on to urge the puffins to ‘do their part,’ by 'smiling through the bars of their cages.'
Seemingly unimpressed, the puffins responded by continuing to spew white gook from their anuses at the passing crowds.
In related news, the penguins are still spinning around in circles as fast as they can and screaming, “Oh, the shits with you,” over and over again with no sign of stopping.
When their publicist was asked just what the heck those waterfowl are up to, she mysteriously answered this reporters stern, probing question by smiling and looking out at the horizon, then saying in a breathless, excited voice, "“They are ushering in the new time!!”