Bright, big hunks of orange squash
open on a garden with leaves strewn across.
An oak litters withering, crippling leaves
that smell like cinnamon.

A clear umbrella
that let people glare
past the dewy tears of the sky
and into the mirror-like
platinum hair.

A constant clicking
of shoes on wet cobblestone
click, clack
like a clock
tik, tok.

A small tea shoppe,
with pastries and coffee,
the Italian roast just as awakening
as the refreshing rain.

The chime of the clock tower,
oh, is it midnight already?

I suppose I should retire,
a fine day it was,
I cannot deny that I love
Tuesday in London.

My mind led my body
off the edge, into the abyss.
They stared,
desirous.
If you love me,
said my body,
lead me off of the precipice.
If you love me,
said my mind,
follow me into silence.
If you love me,
they said,
let us together,
exist.

i meditate
when the obnoxious sounds
of artificial life
and shrieking vocals
worm into my brain.

well, they try, anyway.
but they will never enter
if i am at peace of mind.

I've never been satisfied,
how hard to I have to work
and dream
to be satisfied?

Maybe I'm just used to
this same old, dull routine
and this may be my normal.

How do I know what's out there,
will it make me satisfied?
I'll go and see then, what life has to offer
and at least I'll know I tried.

The folk tales say
that on the sapphire sea
the wind would roar
to the melody
of the siren's song.

The folk tales say
that the sailors were so enamoured
with the music of the seacreatures
that they jumped overboard to join them.

The folk tales say
that the sailors were hypnotized;
in reality, the sea drove them mad
and they dived to their demise.

Nobility,
they aspire to bathe in molten gold.
But what a pity,
they know not how to read the books of old.

Wrapped in chains of silver
a bind to their wealth.
Alas, they underestimate copper
and care not for good health.