MACHINEGUN MADNESS
Rat-a-tat tat tat goes
The machinegun brain.
Firing out thoughts,
Ideas and theories
About people and life.
Shooting faster than
Can be translated into
Words spoken or written.
The gun fires out of
Control hitting any
And all with what it
Puts forth.
The bullets driving
Deep and hurting those
Hit with no thoughts
Or feelings involved.
When will it stop and
Be empty,
Quite,
Still?
C.D.RANSOM
TAIL SPIN
The brains in a tail spin.
Thoughts moving like a million
Ping-pong balls dumped down a
Mountain side.
Bouncing every which way and
All headed down to the bottom
Of the abyss.
Some people are givers,
Some are pleasers,
Some takers,
Some users and there are more
Variations than I can think of.
Which of these am I?
I believe a giver.
I often see a user.
I have know taking and
Pleasing too.
Am I all of these?
Does one react to what others
Are?
Was I unhappy with the pleaser
When she quit pleasing?
Was I a taker?
I know a most wonderful giver.
Will I become a user?
Do I seek that which fulfills
My deepest need?
It has always led to misery.
I do not know what to do.
I am but a pinball in the
Worlds pinball machine,
Never knowing where I will be
Bounced next.
And I am tired.
C.D.RANSOM
NEW
New sights,
New smells,
New tastes,
New action,
All upon the now
Empty board.
Cold,
So cold within the
Players body that
Chills are always
Now present.
The game is now
Afoot with no one
To enjoy the
Pleasure of all
That transpires
With in the frame
Work of what once
Was all joy.
C.D.RANSOM
THE CRY
Listen to the cry from
Within the torn soul
Of the man.
From birth the cry
Has grown.
Never knowing real
Freedom since its
Conception.
Tearing apart the man
It crys forth from its
Deep place.
Making all seem black
And hopeless it once
Again screams
Out at the world.
Let me be free!
Give me peace!
C.D.RANSOM
CAGED BEAST
See the beast crawl upon
The walls of its cage.
Feel the talons cutting
Within the soft tissue.
Slowly ripping the walls
Of the mind with which it
Is enclosed.
Watch, the beast grows
From eating what it tears.
Viciuos becomes the beast
From the endless struggle
Of trying to be born.
Ware the beast within,
For it ever lurks trying
To free itself.
C.D.RANSOM
RETURNS RETURN
Emptiness abounds within.
Echos bounce.
Space is endless.
Death is unknow.
On and on it ever goes.
What holds within this
Place of being?
Returns return.
Nothing is new about this
Era of time.
It is just a return.
C.D.RANSOM
LAUGHTER
In self destruction I
Try to free my devils,
Wanting to watch them
Drip out of my body.
Drip out with each
Drop of blood,
One by one.
But ever so slowly,
For I hear them scream,
As they are leaving
Their home.
What great joy there
Is in watching their
Deaths.
Like a madman laughs,
I laugh with glee,
Knowing that we die
Together.
My devils and me.
C.D.RANSOM
A MAN DIFFERS
Mankind and colony
Insect are alike.
Both work for
Common good of all,
And not to exist as a
Single identity.
But a man differs in
That he works to kill
His own species,
And all others things
With him.
C.D.RANSOM
MARIONETTE
In a trance I now dance,
Like a marionette with
My strings pulled,
To jump and sway in any
Old way.
The strings are old and
Worn,
One by one they now
Begin to fray,
Control losing as each
String breaks.
Yes,
One string at a time,
Ping—ping—ping,
In a heap I will fall.
C.D.RANSOM
ENVELOPING MADNESS
Again upon arising the
Anger increased,
Day after day,
Slowly it envelopes me.
My control over my mind
Is decreasing.
The freedom of my inner
Being is no longer free.
Madness is consuming all
Rationality,
Leaving me with no sense
Of direction.
The only things left,
Are becoming beastly.
Where are the idea of
Great erections?
Sinking down in the
Depths of slime,
Leaving only a puddle.
C.D.RANSOM
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