Don W. Davidson

Edmonton, Alberta, Canada

Don Davidson resides in Edmonton Alberta, Canada, but his work keeps him away from home for three to four weeks at a time. He's employed with a catering company that provides service staff on oil rigs and construction camps. He often finds himself in isolated areas of wilderness, which he enjoys. "I have a lot of faith in the human race and am inclined to believe that no matter what we do to ourselves, we will survive as a species." He is interested in shamanism, spiritualism, reading, writing, hiking, crystals,and the occult in all of its various forms.

Toxic Fumes

Toxic fumes sear
Our lungs, they're in
The air we breathe
Pollution runs rampant
And the food chain
Slowly dissolves,
Chemical disasters
Are no longer just
A fear, they are
With us daily and
We are bound to
pay the price, as
Our bodies deteriorate
Immunity may come
Too late, toxic fumes
surround us and
Could end us as
The human race

What Are We?

Are we but figments
of our own imaginations
Cavorting in a timescape
Lessened by mortality,
Or egotistical illusions
Of mad gods delusions
They being demented
By immortality's curse?

Zombie In The Rain

My eyes are blank and empty
And I am not sane
My soul is empty also
I'm a zombie in the rain.

I'm not feeling anything
Tho my body is in pain
I just don't give a damn
I'm a zombie in the rain.

I could freeze and not know it
My body is on the wane
I'm empty and don't realize
I'm a zombie in the rain.

The is no future for me
Only a cessation of pain
I don't feel it anyway
I'm a zombie in the rain.