the writing of john scott ridgway and his mental demons -- gilford tuttle, white male christian, and johnny pain -- punk serial killer with a penchant for vegetible molestation.
the crusade of pain
Published on February 16, 2007 By Gilford Tuttle In History

another hitler in those dark shades
that bleed away all the color
and reduce vision to black and white

I post-modern man all wary
staying away from drawing lines in the sand
or declaring anything permanent
for any length of time
oblivous stoic going thru my mundane day
until a round house from behind to my temple
a staggering sucker punch
from a horrifying creature of terrible grace
knocks me right out of my life

i sensed
i would
have died
had it wanted

my Pain seemed carefully measured
to activate me as some kind of alarm


i begin to awake and sensations of the sacred
set me writing a poetry dreaming of cosmic order

I worry my cravings for peace
are the residuals of a bout with mad
something the new med.'s
will push out of my head in a few weeks

maybe some mentat chain will break and I'll write
my happy sappy
got over the depression
post-treatment tract


fret what if I am going to crash
and wake up baffled
by how I was ever
stupid and deluded enough
to put my faith
back in this system

hope
is the last thing we expect
to find in a voting booth


we've been burned before
we're all scarred up

shot up and jailed and abused and wasted
and you name it baby





still
I sense
inside us
a mighty roar
that will make them shit themselves and run



call me crazy
whatever

I have been preparing for this moment
all of my life*

yr words
will never hurt me again

I'm ready
to fight you

stick for stick
stone for stone



or
just
forgive

you


with a kiss
on the cheek

and a

welcome to the show










*phil collins

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