I'm going into black canyon
Don't care if I live or die
Steep dark walls like canyons in my mind
And the rock is scree and the waters running high
One little slip and death I will find
Though temptation is something divine
So I go around each bend and switchback again
Following some ghost down a trail there's never been
Maybe deep in this canyon I will find
Purple skies in my dreaming mind
And I know for certain I will die
Drinking Johnny Walker and having myself a time
Maybe the clear blue water can clear my aching mind
Shadowed walls sinking beyond the grasp of time
Black canyon wont you take this life of mine
So when the sun rises on the other side
My bones will be waiting for you to find
And my soul is rising by the great divide
There I'll be waiting just for you to find
I'm going to black canyon
And don't plan to make it out alive
About the Creator
Schmalz
Welcome to my page! I am a writer whose interests are vast and believes in the art of the word. In my writing you will find Non-Fiction, Fiction, and poetry in pursuit of the value of language.
Inshallah
Istanbul is a city bristling with life, a place where past and present, sacred and profane, intertwine under the watchful gaze of the Sultan Ahmet Mosque. As I explore this crossroads of cultures with Maya, my nine-year-old niece and the daughter of my late brother-in-law Frank, and my wife Nadia, Frank's sister, I find myself on a journey not just through Istanbul's history, but also into the depths of my own beliefs. Staying with Maya and her mother Elvan, my sister-in-law, I begin to see the city anew through their eyes, and to understand why James Baldwin said it "revived" him.
By Geoffrey Philp a day ago in Wander
Comments (1)
OMG, this is so dark. I hope it is all happening far away from Black Canyon, I see why you are a Marty Robbins fan now, the West is in your blood. This is great, assuming everything is ok with you. 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤩