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Macstoire Feb 2014
Sucre I failed you
For I did not learn to speak
My teacher did not agree with me
So I did not last the week

Sucre you failed me
Bundled with a ***** because of gender
Her company a test of patience
So I escaped with the boys on a ******

But Sucre where we did not fail
Was the comfort that I could live in
A homely hostel with space more than most
Bar far the best place I’ve been

And so Sucre you succeeded
I got plenty well needed sleep
Lived a week of homelike activity
Regenerating energy whilst enjoying your pretty peace

Sucre where you excelled yourself
Was the endless extra sights to be seen
Many museums of my interest, devil hunting in the convent
And evidence of where dinosaurs have been

So Sucre overall
If I were to give you a grade
Considering fault beyond your control
I’d say you deserve an A!
Sucre, Bolivia. 10th October 2013
Macstoire Feb 2014
Silence in the jungle is a collaborative
With cicadas setting the beat
But it’s not conducted strictly
As intermittently birdsong interrupts
And whilst one wolf whistles
Another elsewhere coos
An orchestra of bird chime
Who each choose their own introduction
No one need wait their turn
Somewhere within the thick the insects percussion
Overwhelms the whistle of the birds up high
Distant hogs crescendo as they near
And with sharp ears coming rain rattles
But once the monkeys make their cure
Their howl is the front man
The only silence here is us
Rurrenbaque, Bolivia. 12th October 2013
Macstoire Feb 2014
Your pretention pushes my patience
As you spit sounds of spite
And unnecessary nags of advice
That just no one want to witness
Let alone be unfortunate to listen to
Each time your mouth open my sole shivers
And I take another chunk out of my tongue
How unfortunate that we met
And worse still that you linger on
Counting down till we part pleases me
As for you does constantly condescending pleasant people
You relish moments to relive unrelated memories
And if moments not given you steal a snap of someone else’s
So take your stupid smug stories
And over-generous giving’s of patronizing help
Far far and then further away from me
About an irritating Canadian traveller who unsettled my pleasure. Bolivia. 10th October 2013
Macstoire Feb 2014
For this there´s no words of justice
Man can´t create description to define
The stunning scenes held here at earths elevation
Are beyond belief and exceeding expectation
So I´m questionning the sights of my eyes
But the beauty is this mirage means real
And whilst the colours created depend of earths elements
We have witnessed them all in true time
Each event excells the excitement of the last
And yet I´m still struggling to believe it´s real
If it´s distances deceiving me of if I´m dreaming
But my senses are switched on and I can feel
So I know it´s true I´m here
Just that here is too surreal
Uyuni Saltflat tour, Bolivia. 10th October 2013
Macstoire Feb 2014
In the lowalnds in the humid heat
Lushious green landscape strikes me
And the Amazon greets

Upon its' murky water I float
Whilst a bright butterfly furiously flutters
Like to keep up with our boat

Looking into the jungle upon the shore
Hunting birds are circling above
A hint that there lives more

And sprinkles of colour season the trees
A sample of the inner variety
In front me is countless species
Rurrenbaque, Bolivia. 12th October 2013
Macstoire Feb 2014
Life loving is my occupation is Aus
And today I'm grafting hard
This shift is overtime from the weekend
So the pay is double matched
Even in my sleep I'm earning
It's a tough life when you work here
But at least in this vocation I've no time for anything else
Nimbin, NSW, Australia. 10th December 2013
Macstoire Feb 2014
Tongue tingling our footsteps as we tread along the coast
Till the tingling tangles and our eyes become deceived
Footsteps fumbling and the walk becomes a lean
What's going on Bruce?
Well we're trippin' East

Steadily stepping our way along Aus Coast
Undulating pathway the challenge of our feet
Our whole self overwhelmed with intense jungle heat
Drips a dropping from each and every pore of skin
Heats a rising as we are headed East

We puzzle a pace set by deceived perspective
And encounter Koala kicking back in the tree
Worrying for impression set by our wibbly wobbly knees
And now a questioning are my eyes playing with me?
Kalaidescoped koala eyes double dare our quest East

A pause in the pathway proves a place of rest
Creates chance to cool off our oven cooked sheen
Watching waves crash and mesmerised in sea
So laid back now stretched beyond a lean
Relaxing now we're siding it most East

Fumbling forwards fulfils quest to reach giant fan
Our minds not now making life so sensibly
Not so sure of anything with any certainty
But no question of whether it could be more perfectly
Rewards been given grand on our venture East

Settling so high at the lighthouse we reach success
Where we're mesmerised in the motion of the mountains breathing
Exhaling clouds a twirling as horizon is swirling
Seas and skies ahead are all entrancing
Eyes lost in a vision of East

Toes treading frogs squished beneath our feet
Sky shadows darkness so we start to venture back
Hunting bin for beverage but there's severe lack
So continue with the liquid slowly spreading in my sack
Senses stumbled from our venture East

Journey into jungle hope to find direction home
Darkness steals our vision so not sure it's right
Saved slightly by flashing glow of poi light
But can only hear, not see the creatures of the night
No knowledge now if we head West or East

Heats arising further trapped within the trees
Tallest takes spiders on so we can travel comfortably
Arms a held wide holding us steadily
Then find our way to freedom reaching beach excitedly
Made it through the jungle of the East

But continues good feeling as dip skinny in the sea
Feet squeaking sand and sea crashing on our skin
Try to fight them but these waves will always win
So to scarper now and go in hunt of green
The final piece to complete adventure East

Mission soon complete when we meet Brother Bear
The night turns trippier from that moment there
Free hugs a given but instead create a scare
Crazy woman shouting and men with fake hair
Realising we are still trippin' East

So at our home for now, the Art Factory
I think we find it be the place we love the most
Thick natural jungle our most fantastic host
Loving life purely but never one to boast
Still sure this is the haven of the East

Lay out flat and eyes still lost in the sky
With colours changing it's a sign I'm still high
Can't count the insects they chirp in overdrive
And waves crashing like the distance is a lie
Senses strongly active here in the East

Journey started East and further went
Minds far and eyes long
Up and down and on and on
As far East as we could have gone
Syron Bay, NSW, Australia. 19th December 2013
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