P huket's infamous Promthep cape
R adiant beauty that
M any eyes
T he sunrise and sunsets
H ave brought so much delight
E verybody let's keep
P rompthep's beauty forever ALIVE
"Acrosting" Promthep, an attraction in Phuket, Thailand:)
Alright, England’s freezing,
But in December Thailand's cold.
The more I feel the chilly air,
The more I feel I'm old.
My nose is getting runny,
It’s glowing rosy red.
I need to find a buxom bust,
To rest my cold filled head.
But soon it will be summer,
And the sweat will start to seep.
Then, I’ll kick her out of bed
And get some ****** sleep.
The ancient Chedi stands eternal
in the gated town of the golden land
among thousand peaks, this is primary
pilgrims take refuge and tourists wow
can one has desire and not suffer?
therein the omniscient one answers
He’s the father
the light that guide
the rain that shower
the land with hope
look up now
he is in the clouds above
whispering words of comfort
to the people he loves
this blessed memory
a gentle warmth
in all our hearts
a familiar tune
breaking through the morning news
it’s loy krathong
humming along the tune
ah, I should remember
to put a thanksgiving basket
onto the river
for the goddess of water
as the candles flow
may the light
in your heart
continues to glow
The wetland is in its daylight beauty
the calm water mirrors the still blue sky
upon the pond among reeds and cattails
are two elegant, wild white swans
mysterious and graceful, reflecting
the charm of Thailand and her people
This place gets under your skin. Slowly creeping in like black Texas gold. I said I'd never partake in the cat house girls. Seeing them each day for eighteen months was routine. Walking past the 'venues' to my shop. Usual hi's and hello's.
Then one fine humid day, bang! I happened. I changed. Cabin fever? I walked into Suzi's Place. I put my cash on the counter and grinded the mamasan first. Then her two daughters followed by every other girl in there. It took thirteen hours.
I totalled twenty eight girls. Most were nice. I can't tell my wife. My mate could, his wife's cool. Mine isn't. I'll say I was busy inking from dawn to dusk. I'm not sure what came over me. The Thai air got under my skin. That day tattooing could wait.
Maybe I'll do it again. Invite my wife and her toy boy. Did I say that people are strange here? I fit in well...
I’m tired of these lonesome nights
spent **** in fist and staring at the ceiling.
Exist in thought and again through
it’s been years since I lived through action.
Desiccated white heels in the dust of Savannakhet.
Finding love in the half-dark Bangkok hotel room.
The bar-maid in Malaga, hash from Morocco,
all those nights spent lusting for blood amongst the wine.
Now getting high means finding an anchor
to hold me down when gravity does not feel enough.
When all forces of G-d and Nature combined
Cannot rattle hard enough to force me to speak
in any half-filled room.
Sometimes I’m certain the noise in my chest
can be heard aloud
and everyone knows I am nothing.
I wonder why in all my dreams
Beauty follows in my footsteps.
I wonder why in all my dreams
I’m running away from something.
Where we are is somewhere quiet.
Somewhere along the outskirts of a border town between Thailand and Cambodia.
I'm walking along what should be a desolate road under the glow of a late afternoon sky,
In the near distance a flock of birds shroud past a little girl being pushed around in a wheelbarrow by her brother.
I don't hear anything, everything has the volume turned down,
Muted to a still silence, and it's then I realize I've lost the rest of my senses too.
All but my sight, which is fixated closely on the most genuine smile and happiness I've ever come to witness.
Here and now has never been more imminent, for the first time in my history I might actually just be living in the present.
Bing bing **** annouce
train to Chiang Mai departs soon!
the king sleeps dog barks