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Picture this Aug 2015
Piercing through fluffy cloud
a warm volcanic rock
quietly sleeping in it's shroud
a mordant hidden clock

Dormant and alone it sleeps
inhabitants believe it's vow
promising not to leak
his secret lava pow

Like a lover who's been forsaken
patiently holds his burn
his heart remains unbroken
knowing I will return

From my silvery bird I see him
beckoning from the skies
the message is very clear
forgiving all goodbyes

His magnificence astounds
never failing to avail
like royalty it crowns
on a grandiose scale

Landing I know I'm home
reunited with mount Teide
never leaving me alone
it's malevolence always finds me
Picture this Jul 2015
The mountain piercing through the cloud
warm volcanic rock
quietly sleeping in it's shroud
this mordant hidden clock

Dormant and alone
she clutches to the centre
inhabitants understand her goal
she is no longer their tormenter

Rugged and timeless the mount appears
exuding a natural calm
serene are the sweet tears
as if she's reading psalms

From my silvery bird I see her
beckoning me from the skies
her message is very clear
never telling any lies

The landmark I have come to love
promising many leisures
the people, the life, I see above
exulting many treasures

Landing I know I am home
reunited with mount Tiede
never leaving her alone
her tentacles always find me
one day i'll be 3,ooo miles east
where i'll become a four-eyed monster
and a two-hearted beast
ill eat the world away
bit by bit,
savoring each flavor that composes such a delicacy
truly enjoying it for what it is
a canvas with every superhumanly color imaginable
a geometric exhibit
an open heart surgery
magnifying the arterys and veins that make it pump
i'll bathe in the Arga
and dance on the Teide
as i listen to the clack of
the bull's hooves against the pavement
the screams of people feeling human
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
The alma mater in the rubble stone choir
Palma's inert presence snores in these buildings, present
This I ask you if you have made haste with tis' Teide and fallowed
With the land of women and reams and always arousing
Or looking for them, in the indignation and distinction of divulging per
So, you're tied between antibiotics and vancomycin and ******

— The End —