The Kin of The Canyon Gate

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Oh low behold the canyon kin—
Behold the glowing rock;
Behold the breath upon their lips;
And be weary what they saught.

so my love, he told me so
And so my friend he said
“Up inside the craggled brush
Lay the bones of dead.”

“I think not that’s the place for me,”
I told him when we lay
Then he swoon me with his way
And I was hooked on him by day.

What did he think
What did he want
When he showed me proof up there
Where ley-line hunters haunt?

But then the night,
It came so quick.
“let’s trek a mountain,
And cure your sick.”

With heart newly broke
And trust in the boy:
I agreed;
Then he made me his toy.

As we drove
The feeling changed
The stones had pulsed
And my heart deranged.

“Braxton, tell me—
Where are we!?”
I pled in my voice
But he smiled in glee.

“Up the canyon,
Where darkness sleeps
Where people disappear
And evil creeps”

He passed me a gun,
He laughed outloud
“Up the canyon,
Towards the cloud”

So I looked,
And my skin had rolled
My stomach dropped
And ego fold.

“Take me back,
I wish no war,
I can feel their eyes
As they bore.”

He looked at me,
“Don’t tell me so,
We are strong
I’ll not let you go.”

And then I saw,
A glowing rock
Dissappear
As if to mock.

I ran to the truck,
He followed me.
He tried to console
Not to flee.

As we spoke,
It was then
The canyon kin
Had left its den.

I saw a shadow
And I said
“IN the truck,
Or I’ll have your head”

As if to agree
the shadow screeched
It’s voice was unnatural
Its nature leached.

His eyes grew big
He prepped to run
his barrel jammed
When he cocked the gun.

We gave in,
We ran away.
I dumped his ass
Come the next day.


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These are the closest references I have found in my materials about what it could have been. I really am a skeptic and perhaps this was paranoia, but someone who actively takes you into dangerous and questionable places is not someone you need in life… I have talked about this friend in past posts and he really was a good person I thought, but later her became belligerent and rude and after expressing not wanting to go to this “active” place… he tricked me. Within minutes things became unexplainable and I felt fear. It seems this was fun for him…

This particular place was investigated by the local police and 7 sets of bones (recent and completely unidentifiable) were found in a cave prior to this odd encounter.
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That's a wild coincidence. It sounds like you did well to walk away from that relationship, your ex-friend was not trustworthy.
 
Oh low behold the canyon kin—
Behold the glowing rock;
Behold the breath upon their lips;
And be weary what they saught.

so my love, he told me so
And so my friend he said
“Up inside the craggled brush
Lay the bones of dead.”

“I think not that’s the place for me,”
I told him when we lay
Then he swoon me with his way
And I was hooked on him by day.

What did he think
What did he want
When he showed me proof up there
Where ley-line hunters haunt?

But then the night,
It came so quick.
“let’s trek a mountain,
And cure your sick.”

With heart newly broke
And trust in the boy:
I agreed;
Then he made me his toy.

As we drove
The feeling changed
The stones had pulsed
And my heart deranged.

“Braxton, tell me—
Where are we!?”
I pled in my voice
But he smiled in glee.

“Up the canyon,
Where darkness sleeps
Where people disappear
And evil creeps”

He passed me a gun,
He laughed outloud
“Up the canyon,
Towards the cloud”

So I looked,
And my skin had rolled
My stomach dropped
And ego fold.

“Take me back,
I wish no war,
I can feel their eyes
As they bore.”

He looked at me,
“Don’t tell me so,
We are strong
I’ll not let you go.”

And then I saw,
A glowing rock
Dissappear
As if to mock.

I ran to the truck,
He followed me.
He tried to console
Not to flee.

As we spoke,
It was then
The canyon kin
Had left its den.

I saw a shadow
And I said
“IN the truck,
Or I’ll have your head”

As if to agree
the shadow screeched
It’s voice was unnatural
Its nature leached.

His eyes grew big
He prepped to run
his barrel jammed
When he cocked the gun.

We gave in,
We ran away.
I dumped his ass
Come the next day.


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These are the closest references I have found in my materials about what it could have been. I really am a skeptic and perhaps this was paranoia, but someone who actively takes you into dangerous and questionable places is not someone you need in life… I have talked about this friend in past posts and he really was a good person I thought, but later her became belligerent and rude and after expressing not wanting to go to this “active” place… he tricked me. Within minutes things became unexplainable and I felt fear. It seems this was fun for him…

This particular place was investigated by the local police and 7 sets of bones (recent and completely unidentifiable) were found in a cave prior to this odd encounter.
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Your poems are genuinely impressive. Is poem-writing something that comes intuitively to you, or is it more a labor of love? Or is it both?

Glad you trusted your gut. That sounds like a pretty terrifying situation to be in.
 
Your poems are genuinely impressive. Is poem-writing something that comes intuitively to you, or is it more a labor of love? Or is it both?

Glad you trusted your gut. That sounds like a pretty terrifying situation to be in.
Thank you very much! Poem writing has always been a passion of mine. I’m a big artist and love self expression.

I’ve always strived for sharing my experience in life and helping others understand the way I view things. Music eventually became a genuine interest cause of this—even though my skills had been mostly applied to visual arts. I pushed to teach myself how to write songs… albeit I’ve yet to put a proper sound to any of it.

When I came on to this website I decided I would just present myself as I cared to, and many times words fall flat with feelings in ways poems don’t. I’ve don’t the same even on live streaming lately and it has been great fun. I think people enjoy me better when I’m just rhyming and relating than attempting to adhere to their small talk tendencies. While I see myself being more than a rapper—learning to loosen up and freestyle battle with others online has helped flex my ability to just let words flow out. This one in particular was much more akin to a free style when I decided to sit down and share the story. Some (like my dual spirit poem) I spend more time rounding out and is the result of days of thinking and writing as apposed to in the moment, let it out, type style.

I have many more I’ve made, they just don’t relate to my poly-life/love life as much so I choose not to post them here.
 
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