J C Duncan's blog

is it life

Embodied through of spirit,
we seek as devine right,
understood only by whom envolved,
we seek to answers in questions unspoken,

To die and yet to have lived,
in prescence of mind be a dot,

Hollow Man

Hollow men stand in shaded corners,
Abandoned and alone in the dark,
Like two pieces of paper glowed together,
Never able to tell them apart.

Warnings ring from glory buildings of old,

My fair

Go,
why do you wait for me,
Where i am alone in strife,
I am but shadow in your mind,
Part of a past you have left behind,

Go
Why do you stay,
Ive set you free,
Do you not wish for more,

plea for good grace

I plea to the world in a dying breath,
to release me from your grasp,
i have a broken wing,
its almost my time,

i plea to those rightful in good heart,
be thankful and just,

I am silent

My heart has been in shreds
my thoughts have bleed,
to the ground,
I am silent,

I relied to much in nothing,,
I am to be arrested,
to them,
I am silent,

my intructions born,

I Run

I run with no direction,
I try to hide for no reason,
I wander yet have no destination,
I crumble yet I am held together through pride,
I falter yet have nothing to falter on,

A moment

Watch as these waves crash over the rocks,
With the wind sailing the midnight sky,
Above alone in mystery of the heavens,
Creating illusions for the mind to play.

She Stands Alone

She stands alone in a cloud of un-trust able meanings,
Hidden between dialects of unimaginable scenarios,
Awaiting to become an infringement in my mind,

Little White Horse

Broken,
Miss used,
Under managed and self consumed,
We walk in shadows of the darkness,
Become the dust that now trails from steps,
Each grain that is gone is,

Confused

Reprimanded by society,
Imprisoned by democracy
Abused by the reality,
What an insanity
There self-assumed immortality,

Controlled by the system,
No surprise when a new law is added,