Burned

BURNED

Burned by the sun.
Burned by love.
Burned by life.
Burned by myself.
Burned to a stump.
Burned and discarded.
C.D.RANSOM

Holes

HOLES

Holes in walls,
Holes in space,
Holes of concrete,
Fill my existence.
Where and why are
My holes in this
Place of spatial
Time called life?
What substance will
Fill holes full of
Holes?
Love my friends,
Just true love.
Which does not
Exist,
In this spatial
Time of my
Existence.
C.D.RANSOM

Right Eyes

RIGHT EYES

Oh Right Eyes of the
Curtain,
Tell her I am certain.
Send the message
Through vibes of old,
Tell the tale I now
Unfold.
In secret this is told
To you,
It is only what she is
Due.
Tell her what I have
Said.
For now approaches
Where I was led.
C.D.RANSOM

Only The Echo

ONLY THE ECHO

I keep feeling like she
Will walk in the door,
That nothing has really
Happened.
It is just a nightmare,
I will wake up soon,
And everything will be
Okay.
But it doesn’t end,
Never do I wake up.
Always the same,
Ever happening,
Over and over,
Getting worse and worse.
If something doesn’t
Change soon,
I shall explode as a
Raving lunatic,
Straight jacket and all.
Is this my only way of
Saving myself?
Am I really this weak
And helpless?
I have written pages
And pages to her,
Nothing I do makes the
Slightest difference.
I shall go mad,
Or die.
I must hold on,
She must come back.
This is my only reason
For living now.
I can find no other,
And by all that be,
I have tried.
Please, someone help me!
Is there no one who
Can hear me,
Who can help me?
Am I alone?
Am I the only person in
Infinity?
I feel this must be so,
For I hear no answer,
Only the echo of myself.
C.D.RANSOM

The Red Line

THE RED LINE

A voice on the red line
Came a jangling today.
Unsettling the uneasy
Calm.
Magic pill,
Oh magic pill,
Do your wonders of
Wonders.
Kill what has happened,
Blank this dark day.
C.D.RANSOM

Tall Wall

TALL WALL

Words spoken to
Wall,
Don’t even bounce,
Just fall,
And that is it,
That’s all.
Unless there be the
Call,
Coming from the stone
Doll,
Perched up in her
Stall.
Warm and cozy,
Is the hall,
No need is there for
A shawl.
Just give her the
Steel awl.
Take it to the royal
Ball.
Leave it there in
The rain squall.
Bury it deep,
So it’s not so tall.
C.D.RANSOM

Below Waits

BELOW WAITS

The man wants to die
The death of bliss.
Why he is unable to,
Is due to a young miss.
Knives float freely
Through the air,
None will touch him,
None will dare.
Walk through the vally
Of fire
And the man calls them
All a liar.
Only one can touch the
Core of the man,
No one else can.
The one will not free
The enprisoned soul,
The price is to high
for her to pay the toll.
High above she does
Dwell,
Not here in this Hell.
Fire and brimstone is
All one can see,
A place where no one
Can ever be free.
Though none know where
Here might be,
There are the sounds
Of others,
Who cannot see.
And we all move in
The same place,
In and out of it,
Just like it was made
Of lace.
None ever meet another
Moving here,
For all move in the
Greatest of fear.
To be set free,
To love again,
To live up high,
Knowing that below,
Waits for them to die.
C.D.RANSOM

Waiting

WAITING

My time is running short.
The health of mind and
Body are in retreat.
Shocks of such a nature
Do tend to destory.
Only love will prevail.
But a dead lover is a
Dead lover,
Useless to any.
Here is where my path
Does lie.
If not up and back to her,
Then down to waiting death,
For I know no other roads.
Waste away unwanted one.
Family and friends cannot
Console you.
But can only watch as
Death takes its toll.
How long will it take?
No one knows,
Not even I.
C.D.RANSOM

Pay The Price

PAY THE PRICE

Sinking down below the
Surface of the facade
Of myself.
Depressions rising up
To replace the clam
Front that has been.
Bleeding caused by the
Emotional stress of
Your leaving,
Now having been cut
Away and are no more.
Where will new blood
Flow from now?
Flow it will,
I’m sure,
For the emotional
Stress has not faded
With time,
As of yet.
I watch for the drops
To spill from hidden
Places unseen,
Or known.
Blood must flow to
The Earth from which
It came,
Or the body will.
Sooner than it should,
To pay the price,
Of life.
C.D.RANSOM

I Hope Your Happy

I HOPE YOUR HAPPY

Sitting each day playing
With my new wound.
Trying to get it to heal
To a state of some normalcy.
Cursing the days that caused
It to happen and cursing more
The cause of its ever bleeding
State.
I now curse you for you made
Me bleed in torrents of gushing
Blood.
Ten years the wound has sat
There without much trouble,
Just laying in wait for the
Day when I would lose
Control of my emotions
And then try to bleed me
To death.
But I would not stand the
Blood feast you caused,
I went and had it cut from
Its hidden place inside my
Tormented body.
Tis strange the feelings one
Has when being bent over
A folding table,
Knowing that very soon
You will be cut apart,
Just to rid oneself of a
Bloody emotional state,
Caused by you leaving me.
Each day I must suffer the
Pains associated with this
Operation and I think of you
And Hate you more for it.
It’s not enough that my
Heart and inner being are
Totally fucked,
But my body must join in
Also.
There seems there is no
Way you missed in causing
Me pain of some sort.
I do hope you are happy
Now.
C.D.RANSOM