Lessons in pyrotechnics and botany

I came upon a flower
In an otherwise barren field
Pushing through the snowy ash of
My journey's countless firestorms.
Her beauty, overwhelming;
The contrast of white petals on a black earth.

The air, once filled with the pungent scent of burning flesh and lies,
now is clear.

The journey takes a new turn

This path shall no longer be forsaken as I breathe deep and
begin to build my kingdom along side her,
intertwining our roots.

Urban Transfusion

This evening,
The people flow like breath from lungs riddled with stab wounds;
Slow and labored.
Through the veins and arteries
Of this great city
The blood is tired as it circulates
Another cycle.