I like words because you can carry them in your head
So you don’t lose space in your handbag
I like sentences because words are not enough left alone
I left alone is solidarity
Love left alone is heartbreak
You left alone is distance
I love you together is a friendship and a relationship and a family
Sentences are heavier than words
But your head still has room for an infinite amount
Your head can carry a conversation
Infact infinite conversations can be housed in your head
Conversations are words achieving their highest destiny
But they still take up just as much room in your handbag

So what do I need to take with me in my handbag?

Children play in the yard
Whilst I do what?
I sit in the sun
Because it is what?
My last day
Last chance for sunshine
Once gone I will miss them
Because they did what?
Made me feel welcome
They will miss me they said

This is Africa
My feet need a deep clean
Stained red and dusty
More than just *****

This is Africa
My clothes stick to me
I wouldn’t want to smell me
I’m hot beyond sweaty

This is Africa
I’m a sight worth seeing
A target for street traders
My skin is impressive so it seams

This is Africa
Where the fruits grow so tasty
But prices are doubled for me
Yet they’re worth it

This is Africa
Where the people seam happy
Whilst living life more simply
Even when stretching to raise money

This is Africa
Where time has no certainty
Motion no stress or urgency
Things just happen more tardily

This is Africa
Where police are bought at a fee
People roam with guns and machete
But we’ve not seen them used

This is Africa
And it’s welcomed me
So much I don’t want to leave
I just want more

The journey here was entrancing
and the state of semi-consciousness
induced by the wavering waters
has been stretched out to theme the weekend

Helped occasionally by smokes of something special
we’ve been coexisting in harmonious condition
of pure laziness

Our biggest achievement walking to Palm Beach
Which we lengthened creating circles around
Before realising it was in fact in front us
Since we arrived

Our companion Cecil has been guarding us
Whilst we sleep in the shade
And leading us on the way to the local fishing village
Where we’ve adopted the Ugandan pace of exploration
And have enjoyed the local tastes

Sessee sounds like we are walking through natures ****
The birds making out in trees are plugged into amps
Whilst the crickets chirp in competition
And the chickens cockadoodledo

The birdlife is vastly variable
and the bat in the bedroom an unexpected guest
Perhaps explaining the piles of roof debris upon our beds
But also accountable to the bugs gnawing wood

The dead frog in the shoe was an unwelcome companion
and upset the pleasure
taken from a lone explorative beach strole
paddling upon white sands in the shores of Victoria

But it was soon forgotten with a game of smackabum
and some drunken discussion
trying to distinguish Wafargi from Farigi
The Waragi has hit our heads

Needless to say next day our hurts are hurting
and we’re frowning at the fishy friends
accompanying us on the journey home
….nothing a rolex (or two) can’t fix though

I will miss Uganda
The people that made us feel most welcome
That helped us learn as part of the team

I will miss the sunshine
Even the downpours and storms that stunned us
And the dryness of earth that dusted our skin

I will miss the hilltop views
That look upon the cityscape of hectic humanity
And roads filled with the danger of boda-bodas and matatus

I will miss the expectation of casual tardiness
Of moving like there’s no rush
No better place to be so why hurry

I will miss the adventure of discovering new places
Of eating new things with new people
And sharing stories of varied past

I will miss Uganda and it says it misses me
But as long as I remember
I wont need to miss the memories

I knew that I’d come here
And that I’d nurse here
But not what the work would involve
Or what it would miss

I should have known
That this would be like a home
My companions would be like a family
And that I’d make friendships I’d miss

But I didn’t know
I would be so afraid of leaving
Wondering how to return to what my life was
Having forgotten the things I thought I’d miss

Probably because of now knowing
It’s been more unforgettable
And something I wish to relive
A place I am truly going to miss

I’m just glad to have known Uganda
So intimately and realistically
Absorbed in work and local culture
Those things that just tourists miss

Your land is red decorated with green
And your people are fascinated by me
Because I am Mzungo
White skinned with fair straight hair
Which presents a surprising similarity
Whilst your soil and trees impress me
Our differences reflect a common interest in the other

Atop an Orange van driving through the jungle
Journeying toward Ugandan Safari
Heads skimming branches and hanging leaves
And above us super sized spiders held between the trees

Up-tailed Pumbas dash into the unknown
where branches are tangled within themselves
and cacti are dressed with vines like a curtain
giving lives some security from the hunters hidden within

Nearing the fall the redness of soil shines shards of diamond
like the confetti of angels
Whilst the deathly currents are gushing a fierce calming
the spray saturates us in a welcome cooling
as we view the hanging rainbow of bliss

The journey continues with our legs dusted in glitter of the earth
and wind blowing the wet from our skin
A knock delivers generous giving’s of green
And we listen to an orchestra of nature
welcome us to the scene of Africa as it should be

Within the park we’re stunned by stretching scenery
Raw Africa as far as eye can see
Afront us a distance of still Savannah
Yet life roams within in abundancy

Of which life we’re left wondering
As we reach the camp of the red chilli
our favourite taste of beer greets us
So sitting back we see the sun sinking
Whilst man builds for us shelter to sleep in

Next morn rises early setting out for sightings
And we watch the red-hot sunrise upon the Nile
The light catching glistening ripples of water
and the painted sky reflecting onto the hippos habitat

Our first taste of the wildlife we wish to see
Their faces skim the wet shallows
and occasionally rise to gather gasps of air
Father and child fight for hierarchy
And we’re excited to witness the creatures’ honesty

Across the water atop Betty life feels complete
Without doubt there’s no better place to be
Chapati and egg breakfast with wind in our hair
whilst we look for movement of life amongst the trees
Our faces stretched with permanent grins of glee

It’s so quiet we can hear the grasses rustling
The tempo set by the crickets chirruping
Interrupted only by spontaneous sound of birds singing
And whistles of romance as the winged ones are wooing
Peace is so perfectly performed it’s mesmerising

Of animals and birds we encounter many
The signatory Kob prance elegantly upon the heath
and dodge road collision at the last minute
Reminding us that this land is theirs
Pace needn’t pander to our presence

We catch glimpses of mongoose scarpering into bushes
And guinea fowl following the leader as they dot along the roadside
Kingfishers fluttering flirts in the skies above us
then make a sudden swift dive for feed in the ground beneath

The giraffe stand still like statues
all pointed toward the sun like proving a point of endurance
Determined not to let us see them run
While the birdlife exceeds expectations
as we score sight of spoonbill feeding breakfast in the lily littered lake

We meet herds of buffalo grazing
whilst birds peck the pests from their backs
proving every part of nature has its’ purpose
And making their bulky weight appear as no threat

The queens of the food chain are found chilling modestly in the shade
ignorant of our privilege for close proximity
Unfazed by vehicles gathering in view of her public rarity
she relaxes comfortably at roadside so calm she’s almost cuddly

Upon the Nile we witness wildlife washing
Flumps are cooling in the muddy waters
Ears flapping whilst feeding on the grasses of the riverbank
oblivious to the still and sinister crocs waiting within for prey to pass
their jaws held open ready to strike a snack

The blazing heat and gentle motion leaves passengers falling into sleep
But they willingly wake to view the gushing falls of Murchison
cascade down the rock front separating the hills of pure luscious green
and creating current for driver to fight so to journey back safely
Not become another story of tragedy

Then as we wait to board the boat back
Baboons come hither to hunt our rucksacks
To spite their unwanted paparazzi
They help themselves to our belongings greedily
Mother carrying child throughout the robbery

In two days atop Betty and water we’ve been enriched with excitement
and opportunity to see so many new beings
Route home passes Ziwa meeting the endangered rhino species
And we share time with Obama and his protected family

Our last portion of pleasure is hopeful
as we watch the bulky beasts live life naturally
in a sanctuary maintained by committed rangers
who help us follow their motion so closely
we see them soak and scratch their skin

Then back in Betty we have one last long journey
that takes us back to our dreaded reality
of a working week back in capital city
We’re sad but glad to hold a memory
of what was a fantastic fateful opportunity

You move in slow motion
Like there’s no urgency
Yet you cause a commotion
When Muzungo pass you in the street

You speak so softly
We miss what you’re saying
Until we enter town centre
Where you expect us to be paying

It’s contradictory
We sometimes are relaxed
Welcomed and absorbed

But the stress picks up heat
When we’re heckled
Grabbed and yelled at

Yet somehow even with this invite
We never want to leave

A man of no worries
Of no definite plans but discovering
To meet new places and new beings

A man of few belongings
Just the necessities to exist in a transient life
Picking up pieces of those he meets on the way

A man who makes friendships
Then offers opportunity to create special memories
With his modest experience of life on foreign ground

A man who lives in a small space but sees vast land
Accompanying others to view it as freshly
As he first ever did see

He’s a man who gives and shares
But doesn’t ask for and needn’t take

Because he’s a man who lives contently
In a way we wish we could embrace
But perhaps would not manage alone

A man who leaves us wondering
What will be of Adam number 2

I’m a body
She’s a body
We’re all in the room bodies
Bodies with minds
Our minds should meet with her mind
But our minds aren’t hearing
Or aren’t choosing to hear
Our bodies are still passively listening
So our minds can go elsewhere
Mine comes here to find words
For he next to me it makes doodles
They to my other side craft discreet discussion
And she behind has let her mind rule her body
She’s sleeping

Yet she at the front it still talking
Which means her mind can’t read our minds
And either our bodies can make a good disguise
Or her mind can’t read bodies either

On the other hand it could be that
Her mind is not connected
It just runs on automatic speech
Whilst her body practices disengagement
And so she does not see
That we are bored

I wonder why
Just recently
I’ve been inspired
To make
Poetry

Be it bad
And randomly
Not following
structure
I’m sure the laurette would go mad

But hey **
I’d let them know
I didn’t mean to
Words just came easily
It just happened
So
Anything written
By silly me
Is simply just
Because
I am happy

just there in rhyme
words led me astray
To an answer
I didn’t think to find
Quite so hastily
or in this way
but that is it
this helps me say
things that sit
deep in my mind
without realising

that is why

Oh Wow. Elation.
Calls for celebration
Some inebriation?
GlugGlugGlug,GlugGlug
Then it’s mad. Too far gone.
Meet the peeps. Talk the talk. Munch the munch. Drink the Drink. DriNk the DrinK. DRink the DriNK. DRInK the DRiNK
‘whoamiwherwhat?’

It was the party that came to me
Anticipation multiplied into party erotica
Havoc broke when Mandy was invited
When one mug became two ashtrays
Two nights doubled into days
Four girls took their clothes off

Five Girls sprouted feathers and others grew tails
Elves were added
Plus many most loved friends
A sum of more than 40 enthusiastic ravers
The carnival invaded and erupted into energetic bliss
It was 100% fun made up of 30% music, 20% alcohol and 50% love

Countless happy memories were created
With recurrent rushes of delight and shiverings of glee
Bonds were never stronger felt
Yet several glasses were divided into pieces and carnage accelerated the house

In the stains hold memories of heaven
Where we were fed fruit and jelly from spoons
And where inhibitions were taken away as we washed each other
The sole purpose of wake was pleasure

Pleasure of indulgence and heartfelt intimacy
Pleasure of dancing, singing, hugging, kissing, playing, drinking, smoking, loving, touching, washing, raving and relaxing
It all equalled an ultimately hedonistic satisfaction
Off the scale enjoyment
The number one best place to be

Once upon a Jaegar-bomb
Doesn’t happen
There’s always a second round

Once upon two Jaegar-bombs
Animation accelerates as the volume uplifts
And new bonds are created with enthusiasm
So a third round is ruptured

Once upon three Jaegar-bombs
Confidences lifted so the hips start swinging
And feet start tapping as the energy is rising
Infectious embarkation of the dance floor
Gives all a taste for more

Once upon four Jaegar-bombs
Wild dancing raises heat so progression moves outside
Where the self professed ex-smoker turns out to be a lie
But it’s ok because it’s past the point of reality
Or is it?
Had better get another round in to help find out

Once upon five Jaegar-bombs
Probably is a very wicked fun
And could be chatting with someperson new
If words in the coming order are out in?
Or where I am
But I know where the bar is somehow

Once upon six Jaegar-bombs









Waking in a moment of delusion
Hoping to figure out the surroundings
And fill in the gaps of what was

It started well, so cleanly
Soaked in Lush stuff she soothed the aches
Whilst wife was meanwhile cooking a treat
Cider soaked pork and apples
The taste was tremendous
Precedent set for the night ahead

Feeling cool as ganstas we bopped and grinded
To hip-hop only Jurassic 5 could please me with
We were few female amongst a crowd of masculinity
And we relished the imbalance
Flirting my way to the front of the bar
I reignited my relationship with the favourite Jaegar-Bomb
And there dust settled upon the cleanliness

Things turned hazy but in a good way
Post gig we flooded onto the streets of Brixton
And drank the finest foreign beers from an overflowing alehouse
The company was our long-missed men-friends
And yet we still meeting more
As we shared the ingredients to ***** our lungs
They asked for 50 shades of grey in return for rizla
So I rose to the challenge in my half-cut state

This time is was always my intention to wash the weekend down wildly
And starting Thursday this premature session could progress to only place
…the Queens Head
Where dust turned to grime as snapshots of evidence
Prove it was on the credit card that those Jaegar-Bombs were paid
Time and time again
We had become team-mates and it was time I fed them
So we muddled back to my place
Trumpeting our voices through the building
As I served slow roasted pork from glasses
Apparently felt good choice
But next day our melted fingerprints disagree
Our heads also disagree with the antics
And it takes two rounds of tablets to numb the pain

Before later forcing recovery as in Shoreditch we start again
Gathered at Bettys we watched music played
Our rumps rested on armchairs upon the pavement
We continued drinking until the early hours of the day
Then searched for somewhere to take us on the dance floor longer
After only brief grimes of movement and Jaegar
Our night ended abruptly to our dismay
Instead had my first take of kebab
And went north where *** took the night away

Once again woke next morn in bed with man-friend
No memory but surely not in a **** way
Now the skies ******* a mocking mirror of our livers
It seemed a sign to sink further
And the finest ****** Mary led the way
And together sat on sofas we philosophised subjects that we deemed great
Then we ogled sparkly get ups
With prices that we couldn’t afford to pay
So went south to join more friends whose film we met to celebrate

The beginning of the end of madness
Needed cocktails-all we could tolerate
We had formed a tribe of friendship
And we hunted somewhere to prolong the rave
By now all sense of cleanliness long-time washed away
So a downstairs dive provided venue fit for our friendships to extenuate

Then outside met a generous stranger
Who offered tastings that lead our minds astray
Our insides dirtied beyond belief
But sprits high so when we stumbled upon a private party
We were welcome guests to join their birthday

What happened next I needn’t say
For inevitably it had become Sunday
So ***** now we were beyond grey
In wife’s bed I lay
Whilst my insides showed their dismay

This would take some cleaning

It’s Friday 30th June 2013
And I am not not at Glastonbury
The circus inside my stomach believes it
As it relives the act of the opening night
The generous performance of Prosseco
That now sing somersaults inside
It comes with not not being at Glastonbury

This weekend I’m a transient party goer
And I’m spreading the love of not not being at Glastonbury
Anyway who needs Glastonbury?
I’m here choosing my music track by track
On the way to meet my gran
Yeah, Granny Mac’s not not at Glastonbury either
So bring it on not not Glastonbury

Not not being at Glastonbury proves expense
Almost like Glastonbury itself would be
And now without phone
Not not being at Glastonbury develops realistically
‘Nother day and not not being at Glastonbury took me home
With old friends drinking aplenty
And more

Not to brag but I even jogged at Not not Glastonbury
Through fields and through the city
Undoing the damage done whilst not not being at Glastonbury

Tonight not not being at Glastonbury
Will peak when we get involved culturally
Shakespearean act performed in his Globe
You don’t get that at Glastonbury
But we’ll hold a drink through
Making the most of not not being at Glastonbury

By tomorrow my insides will feel like they’ve consumed Glastonbury
But here’s hoping we’re still able to get our art hit
Endurance is part of the test of not not being at Glastonbury

First thing in the morning and we’re counting the pennies
Because we’re not not at Glastonbury
So it’s never a bad time to buy *****
We’ve a young Argentinian as extra company
One of so many friends made at not not Glastonbury
Intent was succeeded with a turn of events never forseen
It went wonderfully wild whilst not not being at Glastonbury
Post play and pop with pa
Whilst wondering further afar
Party greets on a reclaimed beach
A gift given not by Glastonbury
So right now the Thames is actually the best place to be
Due partly to the unpredictability
For you know good times and good people come with Glastonbury
But the friends and offerings not not at Glastonbury this year
Have shown a surprising  shared love for not not  being at Glastonbury

Even if the comedown tries to equal the fun
It would be worth it this time, not not being at Glastonbury

London dumbed me
Simple things I can not remember how to do
What currency do bus drivers take if its not shellfish?
Can I pay on card?

London numbed me
Passive interaction with passers-by no more
How come the bus driver chat to me?
And he actually cares for I reach my right place?

Bristol warms me
Friendly faces greet me with familiarity
No questions needed because everything is just so

I’m sorry I ever doubted you
For now not even a punctured tyre would dampen my spirit
I literally love life whilst I’m living you
These days cycling through the city I feel like I belong
And I’m privileged
By the prestigious and historic buildings that I encounter on my route
Each one its’ own reason
And corresponding people who represent it’s intent
The city shows an eclectic display of cross matched personalities and purpose
The game is to guess whose disguise defines them
And who wishes they worked differently

I thank the Thames for the bridges
As I pass over and view the landmark tower
A structure whose presence I envy
And who tourists flock to see
Not even tourists blindly stepping in front to gather perfect snapshot souvenir
Can bother me today
I relish the feeling that this place I’ve made home
Is somewhere so many people save toward just so they can see
It impresses them but it truly treats me

It’s days like these I love you stronger
The sun shining a blue backdrop to the cityscape
Not even traffic can temper me
I love you and the life your offer me
For now I’m where I’m meant to be

Hair tied tightly back into a bun
Ears naked of jewellery
For today it is on me whom they depend
My every action has an impact upon their being
Our body contact to be distant
Yet requires touch to reach their needs
Words to be spoken with consideration
And some sentences need to be withheld

My hair tangled and decorated
They sight me by my orange markings
Expectant of excited energy they embrace me
Intertwining our pleasure with no physical boundaries
With them I speak brutal honesty
Perhaps curse words will expel me
For with them I’m me
Some sentences need not be finished

It doesn’t matter how my hair is
They’ve seen it all before
Although sometimes they say too much is shared
I can’t help but speak comfortably
After all they are a part of me
Which is why even with my piercings they’ll care for me
They knew me before orange when I was raw
Some sentences need not even be said

Tired is not the word
But I am too tired to figure out what is
Exhausted is more appropriate
Yet less deserved
For it is my own fault
Again
My indulgent escapades deserve no approval
Sympathy would satisfy
But would not be fair
I should suffer in silence

And probably go to sleep

Arriving bowels about to burst
You crash your way upstairs to the caddy
Struggling to strip because you’re laden with luggage
You fumble your way to freedom
Desperately trying to deliver what is overdue
A prominent pile of poo
A hilarious hello to your new home
Just you Josh could enter so gently

Reliving last night because living today hurts too much
Tidying the remnants of what was
Utter ecstasy and pure bliss
Time spent with brilliant people
Vigorous dancing using every muscle to the max
The dream of a hedonistic socialite was lived
And every moment felt like it counted

Today it’s as if we were gifted
But now have all the wrapping to tidy up
No amount of Detol could put it right
Nag Champa only masks the pollution
And Happy Hippy can only wash away the accessories

The engravings of disgrace remain felt
We need a deep clean
But exhausted our energies on the mess
We’re stewing in our own filth wishing for some pro-activity

It’s like picking up grains of sand with a pair of tweezers
But the sand is glitter, feathers and ash
And the sea is beer, cocktail and jelly
Reliving the memories takes the edge off
Because the pain of today is justified
Words can’t speak the pleasure experienced
And the pleasure is relived as we reminisce
This day of suffering will end
But will retain the happiest of joyful memories
Unforgettable and never to be cleaned away

Party. Party. Suffering.
From that height you can only fall down
Low
And down hurts
Oh how it hurts
Horizontalism
Is the only way
To survive
The agony

I’m anti-socialising the recent activity
That has seen me living liberally
Quite ridiculously

So now I sit in a bar of beauty
Hanging too much in the heat
To bother with speech

She once was a girl growing up in Chandlers Ford
Meanwhile it was in Warwick that he matured
Years later once they had both reached an age
They each moved to Nottingham where loves’ foundations were laid
There they worked on the same degree
And together went the same nightclub weekly
Where he let it known to him she were pretty
So became special place this for them; Rock City

It was just the beginning of what fun they would share
Gigs and festivals they’d embrace as a pair
Always enjoying most the Maccabees
Music was their making of happy memories
Until lifes’ professional path forced them astray
Seeds of love planted, but not together everyday
Weekends back and forth as a long distance lover
The wait would be worth it once back with one another

Some time passed and now both secure in a job
They felt a shared future they were sure of
So in each other they would invest
Henley-on-Thames they went to build a nest
Where they welcomed the new addition of pets
A pair of rabbits who they’ll never forget
For they’re the first lives together cared for
Which has been a success so let’s hope for more!

Now content and secure
Yet with still room for more
They hoped for a place to call their own
So in Wargrave they brought their first home
And filled it with the things that they shared
More than ever they felt together paired
True commitment awaited just one more thing
He took her to Brighton to present a ring

This brings us now to here today
Two families meet at Malmesbury; their halfway
And with friends here all to celebrate
The love that Tom and Hana have made
We witness them begin their next phase in life
The exciting togetherness of man and wife
A relationship they should wear with pride
We all know for him she is the perfect bride

Officially now linked at the heart
June 22nd is where these Hutchinsons start
Adventure commencing with African Safari
And relaxing beach for honeymoon
A pleasure that will pass all too soon
But from there they will live in one guarantee
Wherever next will be together
As they are most happily

lazy day
my favourite day
no stressful work left
in my way
of letting loose
and being free
from all the work
that comes with
my degree

so what next?
well let’s just see
for once I can
let things just be
and whatever happens
will come naturally

for I don’t care
just one day now
this day
my favourite day
is just for me

You can yank me out of Yorkshire but I still want Yorkshire pudding
You can send me south but I’ll still go bargain hunting
Even though it is that I live in the South
I still have a hint of the northern mouth
Well that’s what the southerners say
But I’m sure to you it doesn’t sound that way
Anyway regardless where I am at
I’m Yorkshire bred and that’s a fact
To present this case to you
Some traits of yours; I have a few
I chose cheese to partner fruitcake
And forever search for savings to make
I always speak what’s on my mind
Which at times southerners think unkind
Though they themselves aren’t so good
When it comes to small talk in moments stood
A stranger is a momentary friend to a northerner
Whilst the southerner stands awkwardly waiting
I know which I would rather be
Let’s just say it has its’ own tea
So I am most pleased to see
That so much of you has rubbed off on me
For you my northern family
Are in my thoughts more than you know
And without you I would not be so

For all of my younger life
I thought when I grew up I’d be a wife
But since when I met you
About this, I’ve thought twice
And I’ve wondered if it need be
Need I marry so eagerly?
Because right now
You are my company
And you’ll do for me
So I’m not so sure now
If I’ll need a wedding gown
Or for my Dad to walk me down
The aisle so soon
At this moment in time
Whilst you have been mine
It seems you’re all I need
More love would be greed
Yes, ******* our bond does lack
But we know we have each other’s backs
And trust is a key thing
My lifelong partner needs to bring
Other traits that you’ve got
Prove you have the lot
You’re a passionate cook
Generosity is your look
You bring with you fun
Share a love for the sun
You love a good dance
You’ll give anyone a chance
You entertain with your bands
You’re a helping hand
You see whilst you’re looking
You hear whilst you’re listening
And your singing is glistening
You do all these things just naturally
It seems you understand me
Which is why what we have works
And it will for eternity

So long as we don’t have to play scrabble in our retirement

You have bathed me, dressed me, soothed me, cradled me
You have wiped me, fed me, sung to me and played with me
You have lost sleep for me
You have given up for me
You have missed out for me

We have read together, played together, sung together
We have swam together, ran together and cooked together
We have shared a story that is still being written
It has not always been a happy one
We have not always agreed with each other

I have been guided with boundaries by you
But I have thought that I knew better
So at times I have ignored you
And this has upset you
It is when I have worried you

You have tried to understand me
And you have cared for me regardlessly
You have waited for me to realise
That you were right
And then you have forgiven me

I have been brought up by you
And I have learnt so much from you
That all the rules were necessary
A gift from you to ground me
And help me to reach maturity

As we have shared our life story
We have made countless memories
And grown to live in harmony
With distance making no harm
In absence our thoughts still meet

You have given me life
And then shared yours with me
Because you have always loved me
And I you
For that is a family

You're a moon like no other
For you the cycle stops
And my friend becomes a mother
So small you are moon
Yet no bigger gift is
Shared between lovers
Full moon you are moon
Yet less than half size
Fingers, toes and all the other
Are so tiny tiny sized moon
Because you're a new moon
But in nine months you grew
Till Mum and Dad greeted you
Into their world
Wellcome to the world moon
This crazy big world
With it's own moon at night
Wellcome to the world
Coby Jack Marshall
What a special moon you are
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Lines straight and lines long
From ancient history they're hanging on
For what purpose held is unknown
But certainly some theories have grown
Lines that are curved and lines in shapes
Could be a calendar month, or day
These lines have fingers and are lines with eyes
Yet they can only be seen from the sky
Which is where another theory is born
They are lines of the stars and a map of their lawn
The lines of a belt and lines of a plough?
It's plausible, but not sure quite how
The lines that point are the lines that are straight
And they have a more likely purpose made
Linking Nazcas to a rare touch of rain
The lines spread water on the desert plane
These lines have a reason and these lines answer why
But who knows if that's where the answers lie
Lines lead to more lines and they touch as mates
Curved line, the picture line, links to next by a straight
So shows reason being when lay as lines in their time
But now these lines; lines curved, lines straight and all
Are protected for present day to view more

These heads are strangers
Not one of them I know
But here strangers share
We share something strong
Memory together that we've created
An experience that in our heads lives on
For no level of familiarity
Could prepare for the awe of this canyon

He spoke in not quite sentences
His speech held in ****** muscles
All polite and kind
But lacking the sense of communication
So even though we share a language
Now my ears could not make sense of his words
And his mind is unsure of whether I heard
So he took me to his level
And I found the place his mind was
Then woke next day
Wondering where it was

I question how they took the trail here
How many men it took
And did many die trying

I question their strength
Are they a breed of superhuman?
To build such weight at this height

I would question why here
If the views did not speak the answer already
And for knowing their mountainous belief

But how is my biggest question
Just really how did they make it possible
For this path should fall to its' death

I give the Incas questions
But moreover I give them my greatest respect

Morning rose early to sunshine bright
And heat perfused air
Cooking already
When skins still imprinted from bedsheet
The grooves need covering with cream
But before sun even rises much more
A new found company come provide a chilling green
And so nearly back to sleep
But for now this relentless speech
Which he wont hinder even for honest hints
When I tell him my minds dreaming
He lingers on still
But in this heat I'm chilling
I wouldn't know how not to here

You can leave your mark here but it wont last long
Winds continual movement spreads a sheet of sand upon
And within minutes your footprints are gone
You were just a mere one
Atop quadrabingle trillion little silky pieces
Held firm and strong
Solid so to stand upon
But still swept in motion of airs light weight
To yonder dune top for clinging on
And another gust carries a distance long
This topcoat surface is a transient one
But structure it shapes is still so strong
Thousand billion gazillions little strength holds like scaffold
And form strength together as one

It was a momentary meeting
In which I confessed all
When prompted by his probes
So much was shared
In a shortage of time
Knowing it would no further go
I let him read my words
He an active audience to his subject studied
Lay no judgment upon my sole
In our temporary togetherness
We spoke as trusted friends
Covering topic acquaintance need not know
He knew me well for that moment
For we shared past and present
And played with ponderings of future
With no pretence to ever know
Because the moment passed
And we moved on

I've got meat
It came across continent
Born in Peru
And bred in Bolivia
But now in Aus
Perhaps my poverty will starve it?

I´m wearing a vest-top, arms bare
But my trousers and trainers say i´m no ****** don´t they?
Probably not, my pale skin gives it away
And my fair hair draws eyes this way
I can but try not to be ******
The language is my aim
But for now my attempt is best made
In other ways
I conquered the buses today
No ****** takes buses on first day
This ****** at least has attempts made
At the lingo of no ******
So maybe one day
On this adventure
I´ll be no ****** no more?

This isn't you

Or it's not meant to be

For why you've gone you wont say

Not saying a thing anymore

Don't I deserve to know why?

Instead I speculate

But nothing makes sense

Unless you're not you

Who I thought

So this I should be surely glad to know

Whilst my heart is still mine

Though on loan to you it is not yet life long

From now I start to switch it off

So in six months if you decide to speak

Don't expect me to be me

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!

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

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

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

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

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

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

You treat me too kindly
Like a guest that you know
But watch out with kindness
Or I'll not want to go

You talk and you listen
On topics I care
Not like in hostels
Where same words we share

Your flat is just awesome
The views are a dream
And with no complaint
You keep it so clean
And even folded my clothes
Seriously, ease off with kindness
Or I'll not want to go

And now for the food
Best not forget that
Spoilt with flavour so good
I'd eat till I'm fat

You've made me feel wellcome
Your house is my home
You've taken me places
Otherwise I'd not know

I'm not quite sure now
How best to thank
But I've only got words
Not much left in my bank

I hope my words
In some way can show
You've been great and I'm thankful
Much more than you'd know

But now it's my turn to be kind to you
So I think the time's come
That I actually go!

One Pose
The sun spread
With one purpose
Brown my skin
A tactile turn
For an even coat
Eyelids closed
No crows feet
So little clothes
To make the most
For no white marks
Tan me please