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June 27, 2009

Food

Filed under: odd stuff 2 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 9:07 pm

FOOD
In goes the bad food.
Out comes the worse shit.
Is it any wonder,
That we’re all sick?
C.D.RANSOM

The Captive

Filed under: odd stuff 2 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 9:03 pm

THE CAPTIVE

Before me I hold the
Sands of time.
Held captive in a
Round plastic sphere.
Stable and unmoving,
Waiting for freedom.
The Sands of Time
Must now wait for me.
Never shall I
Voluntarily let them go.
For then time would
March on again.
Bringing me the
Unknown future.
C.D.RANSOM

Bones

Filed under: odd stuff 2 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 8:57 pm

BONES

Ten,
Play them bones,
White spots on black.
Five,
Slam them down,
Draw from the boneyard.
Twenty,
Damn you anyway!
Twenty again,
What a way to spend a
Saturday afternoon.
Fifteen,
Come on spots change,
Become what I want.
Five,
Ten,
Fifteen,
Twenty.
Five hundred,
You win again.
White spots on black.
Play them bones.
C.D.RANSOM

Wondering

Filed under: odd stuff 2 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 8:49 pm

WONDERING

As the late night hour approaches
And I feel so very lonely,
I wonder if it is you I miss or
Just having someone here?
Times come and go when I’m
Not sure of anything at all.
It seems like I’m just a little
Kid again,
About five or six years old,
Lost in a big world without
Anywhere to turn for love
And understanding.

I wonder if there is or ever
Was a place I could call home?
I just seem to live here now
As I always just seem to live,
There or there.
How do I stop and make a
Home when I don’t remember
How it’s done or did I ever know?
How do I beome involved in living
Some place not just pass through?
How do I learn to love again when
I have never understood what it is?
C.D.RANSOM

Empathy For Marie

Filed under: odd stuff 2 — Tags: , , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 8:30 pm

EMPATHY FOR MARIE
(8-13-85)

I see the pain
Screaming from
Your eyes,
And my heart
Cries out in its
Helplessness.
For what can I do
That would help?
I would take your
Pain so that you
Might be free.
But alas tis not
Possible for me
To do so.
So take what
Comfort you can
And know that
There are many
Who do care and
Feel the pain
With you.
Remember that
These words can
Not say all that
Is felt.
But then words
Never can.
C.D.RANSOM

A Poet Of The Night

Filed under: odd stuff 2 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 8:23 pm

A POET OF THE NIGHT

As a poet of the night I once again
Take the mighty pen in hand spilling
Out whatever depressions have filled
My inner being during the Hellish day
I have lived through once more.
Hours spent in search of my lost being
And once scared identity.
Coming to no place once again,
Will it never end, ever?

Pointless as it all seems,
Why do I keep on going and going
And going?
What is this hidden power that drives
Me to search for what I no longer
Believe in nor care about?
Could there be actually some force
Or power that keeps mankind alive
For some reason behind it all,
After all?

Sometimes when I am so down
That there is no up to be seen anywhere,
This mysterious force steps in and will
Give me the tiniest of signs that it is here.
Why can’t it show me all the answers
I have always seeked?
If it is good,
It shouldn’t hide itself,
And if it is evil,
Well I don’t care,
I just want to know the answers,
Now!
This teasing only shows an infantile
Force incapable of caring about truth
And justice.
If the true knowledge will kill me,
Then let it.
For I am ready now,
To know all!
C.D.RANSOM

The Wooden Sun

Filed under: odd stuff 2 — Tags: , , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 8:04 pm

THE WOODEN SUN

Ah sweet redwood,
Old and dryed,
Cut and hammered,
Nailed into an
Imperfect square,
Carved and painted,
And behold,
What,
You have become?
The face of the Sun,
Raident and bright,
Cheerful and colorful.
To bring joy to my
House and me.
C.D.RANSOM

Where Mankind Will go

Filed under: odd stuff 2 — Tags: , , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 7:59 pm

WHERE MANKIND WILL GO

While walking in the splender
Of the country,
Seeing what wonders there
Are to behold,
I tripped upon a sign of
Mankinds destruction.
Just a pipe in the ground,
Alone it was.
It spoke to me saying,
“Here a house will be,
A home for people,
People who will pollute this spot,
People who will kill what Nature
Has made”.

And as theĀ  pipe spoke,
I heard a cow mooing.
Where it was I do not know,
But alone it was.
The cow was saying,
“Where will I go,
Mankind is taking all,
Must I join my kind in the
Cattle yards?
Yards so full none can breathe,
Only to await death?
Yards where thousands upon
Thousands stand with no room.
Where the stench of death
Reaches for miles upon miles”.
If you ever drive on California
Interstate Highway 5,
Somewhere between Los Angeles
And San Francisco,
You will see and smell such a place.
For it cannot be missed.

I cried upon this spot where
I tripped,
For I see where mankind will
Go and what mankind will do.
In beauty and harmony,
This world was created.
In complete destruction,
It will end.
For mankind is a cancer,
Taking over all.
In the end,
Mankind will kill everything.
C.D.RANSOM

I Alone Must Atone

Filed under: odd stuff 2 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 7:09 pm

I ALONE MUST ATONE

Time and time again I
Sit to try and write.
To find the words that
Say what I feel just right.
Only to find as others have
That words always fail.
Tis like trying to drain the
Ocean with a pail.
Only those who have been
Where I am today,
Can even begin to feel
What I have to say.
But most of them have
Healed their wounds,
And now march to the
Music of other tunes.
So now I must go
Through this pain alone.
And for my mistakes,
I alone,
Must atone.
C.D.RANSOM

Living?

Filed under: odd stuff 2 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 6:59 pm

LIVING?

Years of weeding.
Cutting away.
Striving.
Oneness.
Love.
Conflict.
Denided all.
Material entrapment.
Buried unknowning.
Lost.
All lost.
Birth.
Born alone.
C.D.RANSOM

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