Squashed

SQUASHED

Squashed as easily as
A fly against the wall.
Love can be squashed
By a careless lover.
Do not give your heart
Away without care.
C.D.RANSOM

Words

WORDS

Ever on does the poet
Write spilling his inner being.
The grief ridden being of a
World lost.
Ever will the poet try to write,
Tis the only thing left to do.
As all joy has gone,
Never to return.
Seemingly one must contribute
Something to the World of
Value, or not.
Might the chance of saving
One being from the evils of
Love be worth the pain the
Poet lives?
None can nor will ever be
Able to say,
Or even care at that!
C.D.RANSOM

Machine Parts

MACHINE PARTS

The hands of time have left,
Leaving only the empty face,
Alone.
No more will we move on
Together.
Machine parts continue to
Move endlessly,
Doing nothing but wearing
Themselves out.
All for nothing has time
Been used.
And why was time even
Started,
Why at all?
C.D.RANSOM

R.I.P.

R.I.P.

The lonely grave
Marks the spot of
The now dead love.
Now no longer
Existing in this
Realm of life.
C.D.RANSOM

The Tree

THE TREE

The tree of life and
Love has died,
Leaving no seeds to
Rekindle a new life
Or love.
C.D.RANSOM

Evil Love

EVIL LOVE

The crone of evil love
Cackles her foolish laugh,
As she has won and beaten
One more young Lover into
Nothingness.
C.D.RANSOM

The Road

THE ROAD

The road to the past
And lost love is a
Deadend.
Only the foolish who
Love will still try
To go on its path.
C.D.RANSOM

Eye Of A God

EYE OF A GOD

The eye of a god
Sheds a tear over
The bitter life he
Has no control over,
For all beauty has
Died.
C.D.RANSOM

Foolish Ones

FOOLISH ONES

Foolish ones who search
For themselves,
Seek not the world of
The intellectuals.
False gods teach words
Away from the inner
Being.
The inner being is home
Of truth and love.
Seek the one inside,
Only there can you see
The truth of the false
World outside.
C.D.RANSOM

Stop

STOP

Stop,
Make a stand.
The time is now.
Lose it,
And all is lost.
The time is now.
Stop,
Make a stand.
C.D.RANSOM