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Duncan Morrison Apr 2011
When They Came,
the neighbors left with them

When They Came,
the city shut down

When They Came,
the world died...

and came back,
hungry

They Came,
I stayed

They Came,
I hid

They Came,
shattering my world

They Came,
and took my humanity

I Left,
my belongings and home

I Left,
my friends and family

I Left,
and fell in line

I Left
now I march with Them

Forever,
Till I Die again
Duncan Morrison Mar 2011
This tune,
this melody,
this horror in front of me

Plays like a sick tune,
of sickness and disease

The key winds around,
the picks play their death cry
over
and over
again

It haunts my dreams
playing as your face
locks my soul
into a dance of death with your heart

Over and Over again
you play
through my head
pounding the beat,
snapping the strings,
flaying the chords,
bleeding the Harmony

Years this went on,
the dance of my heart
Slogging through the tears,
as you always bow away
spinning through the music,
cutting my veins
succumbing to this haunting
Music

Centered in the sky,
above the our waltz
sits the centerpiece of our dance,
a grand chandelier,
adorned in silk and diamonds,
sparkling above us,
showing the times we should have had
could have...

Yet here we dance,
forever the Music echoing,
deep
in my Heart
Duncan Morrison Jan 2011
I Rove for you,
My love

I Rove searching always
My love

Every drink,
every song I play,
every swish of my cane,
always to find you

My love,

Im a Rover,
always roving,
searching,
for you,
My love

You may not know me,
or know of my quest
Nor do I know of you
except for your beauty
your grace,
your pull
My love

We will be together,
one day
but here I Rove,
through the dark,
the dank,
the evil of this land,
I Travel
I Quest
I Search
My Love

I Rove
to gain my true loves company
Duncan Morrison Dec 2010
When I was 16
My heart was broken
and I felt like I never
ever
love again

the pain was intense
dragging me down...
killing me...

**** that
LAUGH

let the past be the past
LAUGH

if you feel like **** from some text
call
fb message
or what have you

LAUGH

things wont get better
so **** it

LAUGH

make those people see
that the past is something
you only read in textbooks

LAUGH

at them all

LAUGH

at the mistakes

LAUGH!!!!!!

at everything

The past is the past
and will forever
ever
be that way

Dont let that girl bring you down
dont let that text ruin your day
dont let that ******* who picked on you
get the last laugh

LAUGH

make them see how crazy you are
let them think of you
let them see you happy
let them laugh with you

LAUGH

then when that girl is next to you
that text youve been waiting for
the laughter dies
life will be
better
Duncan Morrison Dec 2010
I know of this man,
such a man is he,
takes the world that is given,
and smashes it to the ground

I know of this child,
who fights for his independence,
when received,
though,
he cries out for company

I know of this human,
who acts like he belongs,
striving for acceptance,
yet,
pushes those away without knowing

This Man
This Child
This Human

He is perfect yet stumbles with every step,
he shouts his views from the rooftops, yet hides when confronted
he longs for love, yet smothers the seed before it can grow

You may know this Man, Child, Human
You may have seen his mistakes,
seen his wrong doings,
seen his failure

I see it

I see his suffering,
his denial,
his long for something more in life than life
he wishes for a call,
a message,
a note

From anyone, anything, anywhere,
to show him,
to prove to him,

That it will be alright,
in The End
Duncan Morrison Dec 2010
So we talked,
writing our feelings

Slowly bonding,
innocently

I became intrigued,
you were too good to be true

I grew to think of you,
more and more
and
more

Seeing you,
meeting you,
thinking of
you

You came close,
closer
closest

on me now

A frenzy,
of thoughts,
flowing

As your hair drowns me;
Ive never felt more glorious

Still we move closer,
my thoughts; a raging torrent of passion and worry

I act,
without thinking
accepting,
this

After; is silent and still
my mind reeling from the ride
my body tingling with each breath

Yet...
I feel like this moment
such a moment it was,
is fleeting;
flowing away

I sit here...
I think here...
I remain here...

Without you
Duncan Morrison Nov 2010
Ive lost track of time,
the hours slip by

for near an eternity,
there as been no sign...

Of movement

The Thing is...

Zounds! It stirs!

Crawling, pushing, squirming;
it disgusts me

I feel my mind race,
muscles tense,

Weapons at the ready...

I attack!

The beast retreats,
as I strike

Coward...
I think to myself
crouching down once more

Yet it puzzles me
whenever The Thing and I met

He always hides...
Under my masters Feet
This poem and Silent Protector are for my Cat; Dante, who with out him, my inspiration for these poems would be non-existent.
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