Street Symphony.

A single silver dagger,
rims plated with chrome,
cracked wooden doors,
and a rust-covered stove. 

Sirens are the soundtrack,
bass vibrates under feet,
drowning out the screams
as bullets echo in the streets.

Blood stains the sidewalk,
silence fills the empty halls,
mothers say silent prayers
because of silenced calls.

Innercity fairy tales, 
storybooks from the hood,
thickened skin on children,
from growing up too soon.

Elemental Ecstasy.

You send me reeling through the streets of Seville, 
a siesta from my regular routine, 
flamenco dancing in the sun, 
my heart beats to the rhythm of the Spanish guitar.

You send me blasting through the skies, 
up, up and away into outer space. 
I sail beyond the stars, and dance beside the moon. 
Looking down at the clouds, I save a picture in my mind.

You send me scorching into the Sahara heat, 
with only your kiss to hydrate me, as we melt into the sand. 
Your every wish is my command, let me be your caravan. 

You send me streaming through the ancient seven seas, 
bathing in the Atlantic ocean, 
before we dive deeper into the blue. 
Floating in the coral. let me tickle you with kelp. 
Let this moment last forever, you are my wishing well.

Love Thyself.

Like the kettle that comes to a boil without heat,
there is no joy in riding a bicycle without a seat.

Unless your own reflection makes you smile bearing teeth, another human won't be able to make you feel complete.

Priority.

The days where our love eclipsed all else are gone, 
so do not ask me to feel the same again.
Although there was a time when the sun 
solely rose and slept against the horizon of your eyes.

We cannot expect broken glass to ever be the same. 
You're right, my life, that the memories remain. 
But just like a chemical reaction can't be reversed, 
they cannot be changed.

Sure, we could attempt to start anew, 
although you should already know 
how deep my love runs for you. 
And I never thought I'd see the day 
when I placed anything before us. 

But now that I have seen the world's 
true face and all it's ugliness, 
I fear that I have been exposed 
to hatred and mistrust. 

Yes, it's true that the sun still appears 
first in the east before disappearing in the west, 
but that does not mean that the tragedies I've seen 
are ones I can easily forget.