#thailand
Five thousand, nine hundred,
And ninety point five miles;
The distance today which
Brought me tears upon smiles
I listened intently,
Held the phone to my cheek,
The tears left my eyes
As I willed you to speak
Your voice lights such a
Special place in my heart,
Never want you to stop
Yet to hear you is hard
My rock, my paternal
Connection to the world,
Bells chime in my heart,
Your voice soothes my soul
The words that you speak
Full of wisdom and glee,
You pull on my heart strings
I miss you immensely
My father, my world,
The one I adore,
I long for the day
I'll see you once more
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 7:42 PM UTC
The city is dead
Like thunder shouting into
The infinite blue.
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 1:03 PM UTC
The cancer we feed
Western hegemony
A fire out of control
Imperialistic goals
The secret coup
The crippling fall
Forfeiture of resources
Loss of civil law
Do you not see
their master plan?
Jul 29, 2024
Jul 29, 2024 at 12:39 PM UTC
there was an old temple of Thai
whose monks just wanted to get high
so they got hooked on meths
but were exposed through their breaths
so they all bid their temple good-bye
now off they all went to rehab
to cure them of the sniff and the jab
but their bright robes and habit
of the monks and their abbot
made the inmates think they'd gone mad
"we're seeing orange" they said to the quack,
who put down his bottle of Jack,
said he, rather tight,
"i think you are right,
but the bottle is better than crack".
Nov 30, 2022
Nov 30, 2022 at 7:09 AM UTC
"Please forget me as fast as you can"
How can we forget the person who has so much to remember? Is it that easy
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 10:40 PM UTC
do you sleep again tonight
you are there but here in mind
seems you're tired as you say
coz you're good, nice and sweet
you have brown hair in memories
i am Asian girl in your face
i like you more
night change but i miss you
now your place must getting cold
please tell me if you see the snow
coz everywhere you go i can't see
if you walked alone tonight
wish ill be there with you beside
like i heard you said i'm pretty
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 10:00 AM UTC
i wanna touch your hands
and dance with you tonight
our feet touch the ground
dance around through city and lights
now i look at the stars
to keep you in my life
i'm frighten now
without you here tonight
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 9:33 AM UTC
"feeling like the night i sleep why isn't enough
people walk while i'm climbing to the mountain top
there's nothing means when you break it up and fade away
i'm jumping to the hell and try to make you stay
when you want me jump i knees down and cry
i was stabbed by your knife you said goodbye"
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 9:24 AM UTC
It's late in the evening 🎇
I'm wondering what clothes to wear 😌
Thinking about our old stuff
And brush my long dark hair 😌
I asked "do I look alright? "
U said "yes u look beautiful tonight "
I went to Bangkok city
U can see my straight hair that night
I asked "do u feel alright? "
U said "yes I feel wonderful tonight "
Flensburg far away from me
But now can u see ? With my lonely eyes
I tried my best in everything 🙂
Why I'm still suffering deep down my mind?
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 7:45 AM UTC
P huket's infamous Promthep cape
R adiant beauty that
O hhhh-struck
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
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 4:09 PM UTC
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.
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 5:38 AM UTC
The ancient Chedi stands eternal
in the gated town of the golden land
among thousand peaks, this is the primary
pilgrims take refuge and tourists wow
can one have desire and not suffer?
therein the omniscient one answers
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 9:36 PM UTC
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
giving strength
to the people he loves
this blessed memory
lingers on
a gentle warmth
in all our hearts
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
a familiar tune
breaking through the morning news
Oh yes,
it’s loy krathong
humming along to 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
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 10:32 PM UTC
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
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 3:34 AM UTC
Thai By
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...
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 5:48 PM UTC
I’m tired of these lonesome nights
spent **** in fist and staring at the ceiling.
Exist in thought and again through
ever-changing screens;
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.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 1:45 AM UTC
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.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 7:07 AM UTC
Bing bing **** annouce
train to Chiang Mai departs soon!
the king sleeps dog barks
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 4:46 AM UTC
I can't stop thinking about you
But I cannot find the right words to speak
So much artistry to make this forever anew
Scrambled by the instance it seeks my hand
The loss of you continues to make me weak
Yet in a distance I know you are just fine
I shouldn't have let you in
To the deepest of chambers
Held by the vessel of all emotion
Tarnished by seemingly endless wars
The thought of us now many see as sin
A notion
Splitting my mind since the moment
We left the mainland
To forge memories no one
Can claim were their own
Several hands have been dealt
To help me forget
Everything I felt and all I thought
I saw
Your silence sends the message
I should walk away
Back into the chambers
Of the secluded fortress
I once let you in
I know our new friends
Watch my pursuits grow further
Which leads me to wonder
If you think about me
As much as I think about you
Despite what I want to happen
I know I must let fate run its course
If our paths cross again
Maybe, just maybe
Or it will prove I shouldn't have let you in
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC
I love the sound of the city she says
It is like a storm against the window
I can lie naked and ruined
after a long day
and be grateful to find stillness.
In the morning I hear monks chanting
In the afternoon it is all traffic
In the evening I hear stray dogs
as people find each other in the dark.
I love the sound of the city she says
the sound of chaos
the sound of calm.
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
Spent the evening walking nowhere streets
dodging horns and sirens of hungry motorbike taxis.
It was a parade of street-food vendors,
security guards half asleep by bottles of whiskey.
Every woman I passed was beautiful,
laid their *** on the numbered tables
as off-hand as their mobile phone, their purse;
their bored men. Each one had their toenails painted,
wore short skirts and vest tops in the stifling heat.
The best of them wore tight dresses of black or red
and ate their food in the same studious manner
I imagined they would take to the zip of my jeans.
Could feel the sweat roll down my back
kicking gravel out my sandals every ten strides.
The playboys rev their motorbikes
as if it were a talent they had been working on,
a kind of siren song to tempt the free women.
Each one is on the lookout for a bargain.
Each one streaks past to some indiscernible point
where they will bury themselves amongst
the massage parlours, karaoke bars, and short-stay hotels;
Each one a straight-up brothel once you make it through the doors.
I feel too awkward in this ******* town to order a sandwich
let alone try out my second language to ask for a cheap *******
Every foreigner here had some kind of breakdown.
Some kind of complex that drew them like a moth to flame
to some place where white skin is enough to feign riches,
stimulate desire and place you amongst better men.
We steal a living for a year or two of forever blue skies.
We eat good food and toast ourselves every evening
with cold lager and palm leaf cigarettes.
We cannot read a word in these humid streets
where every single building holds a portrait of the King.
Spent the evening with my shadow, both alive in the night
beneath the heady aroma of cooking oil and street-food spice,
both hurting to become, both slipping out of sight.
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC
I saved my sanity.
Wandering, lost in Chiang Mai.
The Child, bewildered,
At all the greatest treasures.
Yet a map had not revealed
The back-alleys, hidden between gazes.
In the weave of foreign air,
There lies a curious urge
To explore.
Pondering.
You took me around,
Aimless at cause, but
Genuine in eagerness.
You smile speaks in stars.
Taking in the blue jar,
Laughter over mind.
Thinking in balance,
The necessity in fun:
Every story, an adventure,
Every sip, diving deeper,
Every shot, poetic.
All in days of conversation.
Yet, what lies in fatal attraction,
Pulling me towards you.
Your state of mind;
Your insecurities, your imperfections.
You were lost too.
Life had not yet reveal
The answer to your questions, and
You stand in frustration, without
The sanctimony of
Comfort.
Let me add to yours.
Would you take my hand?
Share this journey with me, as I give you
The chance to find your pursuit?
Maybe, just maybe.
We'll have the end in Chiang Mai.
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 8:22 PM UTC