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CDs Jul 8
I was looking into the city,
that is why it took a long time to see
little peace within this brilliant time.

During those concrete days,
the mouth of magic was alive.
Android said,
"the kingdom of life drizzled over new new Zealand"
That very moment the smallest of fractions
crashed over cinematic barriers
after learning
the beats of the week.

Along the coast of membranes
piled into black circles
the foam came out
hour after hour.
Under that super moon buffet,
the options were cast into iron
melting away at the chips
and smoothing its edges.

The weather seemed too busy,
and the canyons would fall.
Lacerations boiled up over
the cracks in the brimstone
and into the people's websites.

When we checked on the gardeners
the questions couldn't be answered
or understand what was really going on.

Then came time for the sun,
he was wondering what to wear
and I was very impressed
with the latest styles and colors.
He turned my luck on a whim,
And I swiftly measured my way back home.
God been here

With Jack
Impassable walls

Stains of yellow
Falling down

Washing down
Acidic joints
Prettier beginnings

False roads
Gold with
Total fog
I went to the canyon
To see the sights
To read the writes
To meet the heights
The heights were high
The lows were right
But something didn’t click

The tears didn’t run
The breath wasn’t taken
Yeah it was cool but I’m not mistaken
I wanted to be blown off that cliff
But the wind fell short, the air was stiff

Never have I met my sense of awe
I hope we’ll meet someday
I’m holding out hope that I find my strike
That I’ll be blown away
I was trying a new style with this one. It’s more rhyme oriented. This one might seem stiff but I’ll get more comfortable with it. I want to diversity my poetry a little bit.
Hamad Apr 2018
Where ever I look all I can see is only you,
The night is dark but the feeling I have is true.

My longing for you lives in the depth of the Grand Canyon,
The only thing I have ever wanted was a true companion.

As I walk the desert roads I dream of love,
I look at the sky filled with stars above.

Saqi ! Where is my wine as I wander through this wasteland,
I reverie of the grace you offered me in your homeland.

I no longer can enjoy the pleasures of this world,
I look at nature and all I see is a dreamworld.

My Beloved has robbed me of everything, that is what you may think,
But with this curse I was able to find in the desert a Wine of Eternity to drink.
Written at the Grand Canyon
April 23rd 2018
Kassandra Apr 2018
The soul can               take much more
then one would               think it could
It’s hard to make        a canyon inside
a figment imagined           for all good
Somehow mine has       broken inside,
it's crumbled and               has cracked
My imagined                 muse has gone
Her home has                  been attacked
gbye Jan 2018
I wonder how you see me
I feel larger than life
Collecting moments and breaths, bundling them into my chest
When I speak I sing, when I smile I show all my teeth

But in the quiet
Next to you, under the moon
My smile is small and tight
My voice quiet and soft

I wonder if you’re afraid
Of who you would receive
If you asked to be mine
I wonder if that fear is why--a canyon lies between us
M Rose Nov 2017
Calling out into the canyon,
Echoing, echoing, echoing.
Sometimes I think I'll die there in the morning light, but then--
a Buzzing. You ask if I'm coming home.
I hear the rumbling of the semi trucks
and they sound so tired. They sound like me.
The Gray enshrouds me and it gets hard to breathe.
I think about that night so often.
I thought we would be a Long time
but you disappeared right before my eyes.
Steam rising from my flesh, with my last breath I ask you to stay;
you remind me that I held the blade.

When the shards of glass Pierced
your skin I felt the Stinging
alongside you.
Mouth gone Dry,
at last I see how my love turned Blind
for nothing more than a Flicker and a Shadow.
tw: violence, intrusive thoughts, etc.
Andreas Simic Oct 2017
Missing You!©

When I am here, I miss being there
When I am there, I miss being here

When I am in solitude, I miss companionship
When I have companionship, I miss solitude

When I am single, I miss being in relationship
When I am in relationship, I miss being single

When I am working, I miss not working
When I am not working, I miss working

When I am in the city, I miss the countryside
When I am in the countryside, I miss the city

When it is winter and it is cold, I miss the summer
When it is summer and too hot, I miss the winter

When I am on the prairies, I miss the mountains
When I am in the mountains, I miss the prairies

When I am on the rim of the Grand Canyon,
I miss being at the bottom
When I am at the bottom of the Grand Canyon,
I miss the rim,

When I am on the ocean, I miss dry land
When I am on dry land, I miss the ocean

When I am flying, I miss the ground
When I am on the ground, I miss flying

When I am on the east coast, I miss the west coast
When I am on the west coast, I miss the east coast

Maybe what I am missing is the point of it all

Andreas Simic©
Leslie Ledezma May 2017
Your image lingers
And I stare at the pale clear sky
Where can I go?
How about the glowing oasis of your words
But when I get there, the silence is strong.
Those who were for you, couldn't fathom that you're gone.
But I, I hold on.
In this green pearly lagoon
Lie images of you, treasured, so good.

It's the beginning
The end is done.
Still it's freedom
The end is gone.
A glimmering beginning

Your image lingers so
I tried to walk out of the dream
See if I could go on my own and I
Ran right into Laurel Canyon.
Recall where the tale began,
Millions of raindrops in a timeless summer
Racing thoughts and dreaminess alright
It's the summer beginning

I can tell you what I think of at night
When the stars are flashing above
Dazzled, dazzle by strangeness and sight
Dazzled, dazzled, dazzled and I think I know what to do
Pick up where you left off, nothing else I can do
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