SLEEP
Woozy from drugs that
Cause sleep to come to
Those of us who can’t.
Dare I try to write
Anything that might
Mean something?
No,
I shall just go ahead
And sleep,
Sleep the sleep of the
Dead ones.
At total peace with all,
Until the morrow comes
And I must live once
Again my daily nightmare
Of semiconsciousness of
The normal world.
Sleep now,
Sleep,
Sleep.
C.D.RANSOM
THE ENTITY
There must be three
Entities here in this
Thing called the body.
For the body does not
Seem to die,
As did the being.
Ever does the body
Scream for attention
To its needs.
While the heart and
Being having left,
Do not hear.
But another part sees
And acts for the body,
Keeping it barely alive,
And wondering why it
Does, at that.
This one part cannot
Understand what has
Happened,
And is happening to it.
It feels the total
Depression of loss,
It feels the body and
Does it bidding,
All without conviction.
It sees and records all
That passes before it,
Without knowing why it
Does.
Is there no other
Purpose to life,
Other than to keep the
Body alive?
C.D.RANSOM
THE CHAIR SITS
The chair sits rocking,
Rocking from ghostly
Winds.
Drunken highs,
Hangovers and unders
Returned to a new level.
Barren loneliness
Abated for an evening.
The power of drink to
Free one who may be me.
Tounges flapping words
Upon words,
Unfold a tale of woe
Begotten beings.
Quarters slipping into
That ever hungery mouth,
To spill forth the balls
Of new friendships.
Till last call be heard,
Then all part,
Lost again into the
Blackness of night.
The chair sits,
Rocking from ghostly
Winds.
C.D.RANSOM
ETERNAL NIGHT
Each night the darkness
Returns to my being.
As blackness consumes
The light,
So does my hopes of the
Day die.
Each night as bad as
The one before it.
Agonizing over the unreal
World that wants me.
I wait for its final blow.
Each night I come here,
No matter where I am,
I must come.
There is no escape,
Not even death could
Free me from here.
Each night comes as
Each night must,
Until I pass into the
Eternal night,
With no hopes at all.
C.D.RANSOM
THE HOLY SOUND
Ask any question,
As hard as you like.
The answer to all is
Nothing but a fart.
Hear the Holy sound
As the Deities fart.
They gave reason to
Mankind.
Why do we hide when
Farting?
Tis the shame we feel
When making the Holy
Sound of the Deities.
Yes,
The Deities so move
In mysterious ways.
When struck with
Diarrhea they shat
Man and woman in a
Sudden hurry on this
Earth.
Tis no wonder this
World stinks.
C.D.RANSOM
TIMES’ PASSING
Slower and slower does
Time pass by.
While screaming in such
A hurry to a date it
Made long, long ago.
C.D.RANSOM
FREEWAY DRIVING
Driving up the freeways,
Watching cars pass by,
Passing by cars,
People in all.
Never a damn match when
You need one.
And now stupid commercials.
Cars with dents,
New ones speeding by,
Slow cruisers,
Low riders,
All kinds.
Going, going, going,
All to their own private
Worlds of Hell.
As I do go to mine now,
As I always have.
C.D.RANSOM
REBIRTH
While traveling in time,
I got tripped up in not
Fully being here,
Or there.
Passing from an age not
Long past,
Returned to soon.
To soon to forget the old.
To soon to accept all
That’s new.
Caught with the best or
The worst of both worlds,
Not able to fit either
Round or square holes of
This space time Continuum.
C.D.RANSOM
AN UNDERSTANDING
Words and more words spill
Out of broken mouths.
Strange costumes worn
To say, “I am cool”.
Poets write so none can
Understand.
Hell, even the poets
Cannot understand.
None will ever understand.
C.D.RANSOM
I CANNOT HIDE
Tight and ugly is my
Being.
Twisted into an ugliness
So foul I feel trapped
In this world of ass sucking
Leeches,
Diseasing all with their
Touch.
The rotting brain smells.
Bitches full of swollen
Cock.
Rust dulls the surgeons
Heart.
And I cannot hide anymore.
They have taken my hiding
Place.
C.D.RANSOM
