The Danger of Being a Journalist

Bogota, Colombia

Conflicting Ideas

"The blind and the seeing are not equal"

"Everyone is equal"

"Thou shalt not judge"

There are those who blindly follow their faith

Pass judgement onto others

Not on the kind of life the live

But the words they utter

They murder infidels, unbelievers, innocents

People whose only crime

Was to believe in something different

And they murder

 Not for the love of religion or ideology

But for power

Justified in the name of ____

Spurred on with the promise of reward

How immoral does one need to be

To do 'good' solely for the reward

But strangely enough

All the ideologies preach explicitly

About the importance of 

Peace, love and understanding

But understand this 

The blind and the seeing are not equal

But the blind often confuse themselves

As the ones who are seeing

Everyone is equal

Regardless of sex, gender or preference

But regrettably not in morals or ethics

Thou shalt not judge

Otherwise accept that thee shall be judged

And be under threat of being exposed

As not only a hypocrite

But also a fool

Throw Caution to the Wind

Come on over here and talk to me

I promise I won't bite

I've heard some stories about you

And I know you're kind of shy

But I always see you here

Animating stories to your friends

Why won't you tell them to me?

Throw caution to the wind!

These guys are boring me 

So come over and talk to me

What's there to lose?

Pride and dignity!

There are only so many steps

I can take  in your direction

Before my legs give up

Every time I look over

And see you with another guy

It puts doubts in my eyes

I guess I'll have to wait in line

Your mystery is occupying

Too much space in my mind

Throw caution to the wind!

Legs don't fail on me

Brain think of something witty

What's there to lose?

Absolutely nothing!

Throw caution to the wind!

She's on her own now

Grab this opportunity

He's coming over here

I hope it's for me

She smiles so sweetly

So stop fidgeting...

He smiles so sweetly

Come on stop blushing...

And then I opened my mouth to speak

And spontaneously...

Extinguishing the Light

Oh please forgive me

I never wanted you to worry

All those white lies

Were intended without malice or deception

I wanted to protect you

From my spiralling life

I thought the truth would make you cry

Adding to my own hefty burden

In that period of my life

I just didn't know how to deal with my problems

Extinguishing the light

That shone down upon

Oh please forgive me

All your efforts weren't in vain

How hard you tried

To change my adolescent perceptions

But all the good advice

Was laced with too much pressure

Pushing me into a corner

Increasing my desperation

In that period of my life

I just didn't know how to solve my problems

Extinguishing the light

That shone down upon me

Oh please forgive me

But I'm stronger for it

Without a guide

I had to learn to take responsibility

Choosing to take flight

In a self imposed exile

Gave me enough space and time

To resolve harmful issues

In this period of my life 

I know how to solve my problems

Basking in the light

That shines down upon me

This Modern Life

I’m sick of this place

Full of monotonous faces

Preoccupied with non-existent dangers 

Life savings spent on the new flavour

Monoliths cold and grey

Sullen faces seeing out the day

All focused on selfish gain

Following the Machiavellian way

Hakob Hakobyan

Hungry Crocodile in Oslo

Travel Advice

Street art in a dodgy area of Lisbon

Windswept

Siren

It's the slightest imperfections

That make you perfect

Those beautiful eyes

Whose colour I cannot tell

A shining beacon 

Akin to a lighthouse

Capturing my undivided attention

After being woefully lost at sea

Lulling me with the promise

Of safety and security

Your thinly curved lips

A slight shade of red

That requires someone

With the courage of Moses

To force them to part

Those three freckles on your cheek

An uncanny resemblance

To the Bermuda Triangle

A subtle reminder

That you are a mystery 

That will remain unsolved

My biggest regret

Not asking for the key

Years later

Reflecting on my idolatry

I can't help but think

Of how naive I was 

Perhaps even foolish

Of worshipping your image

Combined with my fictional creation

Of your personality and character

And I begin to speculate

If fantasy were to collide with reality

Would it shatter the paradox

Or would our growing relationship

Expose my flawed preconceptions

And reveal your strange mannerisms

And curious idiosyncrasies

"Slight imperfections"

And prove you to be more perfect

Than I could possibly have imagined

Excessive

Satisfy your urges

Don't fight it

It'll help you see more clearly

To reach that moment of clarity

Let reality unravel itself

But stay vigilant

Beware of the danger

Now is the hour

That the demons come out

See through their disguises

Peel off their masks

They can't hide from you now

Now you can decipher their code

They mock, slander, defame

Your good name

Right in front of you

Laughing as if you don't understand

Laugh with them

Laugh at how you will...

How you will make them suffer

These so called friends

Openly ridiculing you

But you are smart

All dressed in wool

They can't see through your disguise

Keep satisfying your urges

The time is drawing near

To vanquish these demons

In the name of redemption

Are you satisfied yet?

Good, now wash your hands

Lust Doesn't Betray...

You move the oceans with your body

Letting me trail behind

Oh you're driving me out of my mind

That suggestive stare

That always leads nowhere

I may as well be doing time

You are always top of my list

Yet it comes as no surprise

That my letters up North

Never get any replies

So I unwrap you with my eyes

It's such an unfulfilling exercise

I don't know why I keep doing this to myself

Obeying every call and request

Maybe it's because lust doesn't betray the eyes

And everybody knows 

That love gets lost on the inside

It Takes One to Screw Up the Tango

Then we had that conversation

Where you said you hate me

Don’t you remember?

You committed the first sin

I just dug myself a grave

So I could find some company

You were the one

 

Who

 Said

Goodbye

To

Me

Seasons Changing

The icy wind is calling

Enticing the leaves to start falling

Thunderous clouds are threatening

Amplifying the mounting tension

The freezing river mirrors the situation

Of two reflections fading

The leaves lose their vibrancy

But still they move restlessly

Slowly decaying away unforeseen

To the melancholy beauty

Who can’t help but wonder

If this is the final scene

Find a compromise

It doesn’t dent one’s pride

Her attendance

Is an indication

The weather shows no sign of subsiding

The problems won’t go into hiding

There’s no justification in stalling

All excuses have been exhausted

Inaction is the cowardly way of explaining

The different paths we are set on taking

Stop watching her

Go talk to her

Silence only guarantees

There won’t be a next time

Her shadow moves swiftly

Beneath the trees sorrowfully swaying

The wind passing through

Produces a mournful wailing

Her emotions captured perfectly

In the seasons changing

A Travellers Life

The road is long

The potholes deep

The rain falls down

Like endless grief

The car of strangers

Are my company

And still there is no end in sight

And all that remains of me

A distant memory

In their minds

Secrets were shared

Of times gone by

Our trust unspoken

Yet always implied

Those precious moments

Etched in my mind

And still there is no end in sight

And all that remains of me

A distant memory

In her mind

The lonesome bar

A great place to unwind

New friends made

On borrowed time

Many stories told

With the help of wine

And still there is no end in sight

And all that remains of me

A distant memory

In their minds

The hardest part

The long goodbye

Our emotions known

From weeping eyes

But please don't think

I left you behind

And still there is no end in sight

And all that remains of me

A distant memory

In her mind

Many borders crossed

More bribes denied

Talk translated

Through faulty lines

But I still manage

To get on by

And still there is no end in sight

And all that remains of me

A distant memory

In their minds

Days are lost

Months fly by

The old life gone

Changes deep inside

All routine is spared

In a travellers life

And still there is no end in sight

And all that remains of me

A distant memory

In their minds

Division

Those tears you cry, they're not for me

A desperate plea to leave it be

My promise of change waited for patiently

After I destroyed your dreams so mercilessly

I ripped apart your life for my selfish pride

Left you on the cross to be crucified

My fatal flaw all the times I lied

Arousing suspicion that I never tried

The tears have dried upon your face

Time is my enemy upon which I race

My salvage mission picks up the pace

My desperation reaps not a trace

The deepest wound, your distant stare

Straight through me as if I wasn't there

All memories gone, the cupboard bare

Condemning me to the electric chair

The final act of indignity

Forgiveness not asked, but given to me

My humiliation evident for all to see

Until I finally accept full responsibility

Golden Orb

I don't want to lean in too close

And test the strength of the spiders web

That after much time, energy and effort

Has turned into a work of art

Each new line the strengthening of bonds

Intricately constructed with care

Designed to catch every vital piece

That will benefit both spider and web

Making it easier to withstand the wind and rain

And glisten gloriously in the sunshine

To find the limitations for the sake of it

Would be the destruction of beauty 

A grave misuse of power and trust

That will require tremendous effort and patience

To repair and rebuild to its former status

Hook, Line and Sinker

Baited with a controversial topic

Lured in by a witty remark

Hooked by an outlandish statement

Then you let run with an endless diatribe

Trying to reel in support

And I get that sinking sensation

I can fight and tire myself out to no avail

Or I can play smart and swim with the current

Because you obviously forgot to factor in

That apathy is a ranters worst enemy

Shakespeare in Love

And now

Yes now

Why now

After everything...

Was it inconsequential to you?

Was it a waste of time for me?

Was it an act for you?

I thought it was a rehearsal for me

The Orchid

You remind me of the orchid who refuses to expose its flower to me
A reminder of something I cannot worship
A pious person who can never know his God

I do not doubt its beauty
I can never fully fathom its complexity
I marvel at its simplicity
Naturally beautiful without effort
Memorable without being ostentatious

Unbeknownst to the orchid
It is appreciated by all
Only spoken in the company of good words
Confident
Unique
An enigma in this modern age

How I wish to see this orchid flower
Not to force it to bud too soon
But to help it blossom
Into the spectacular flower it is destined to be
(Don't be afraid to flower)

But I fear you may not need me
Maybe I am a hindrance
I sincerely hope not

But it is not the only thing I can sincerely hope for
I hope the orchid flowers
Even if I am not there to see it
And I would like to think
That I helped it blossom

And so I leave
Pitying the poor man who passes this orchid
Without recognising the beauty within

And one day
Just one day
I hope to encounter this orchid again

A glance
A momentary connection
A speck in the existence of time
To see the orchid in full bloom

And even if this orchid fails to remember this travel weary face
I will take delight in knowing
That it did flower
And fulfil its destiny

The Tunnels in my Dreams that Lead to...

Sometimes we forget those memories

Those memories close to us

And when they infiltrate our subconscious

In our tired desperate minds

They appear as mystical dreams

Dreams that have substantial meaning

And so we throw them away

In the Nostradamus bin

But what if we

Followed through these questionable beliefs

Pursue our implausible dreams

What would we achieve?

Would we free ourselves

From the constraints

Of overanalysing every deed

Would we break down

Our perceptions of reality

Our preconceived notions

Of our place in society

Would we purify our being?

Would we change our nature

That tells us to doubt ourselves

Over self belief

When Monsters Lived Under The Bed

A quarter acre block. A small red brick house. Not enough bedrooms. An untidy garden. A veranda surrounded by fly screen. Cicadas screeching and yelling. The deafening roar pulsating. The sun scorching. The sprinkler rotating. Kids running through the streams of water. A single mother watches on. The kids cover themselves in mud. A cloak too protect them from the imaginary monsters lurking.

The humidity presses down like an unconfessed sin.

Guitar Hero Lisbon Style

http://imgur.com/gallery/sHY8m1e

I Wish It Was Different

And if it seems that I avoid

Looking you in the eye

Please don't think it's out of rudeness

It's because I'm painfully shy

The Tav

A dive

A shithole

A place where

Has beens

Nobodies

Can bask in the glory of anonymity

The glass of poison

An obligatory accessory

While trying to impress

With borrowed anecdotes

To the lonely crowd

That is their shadow

Never Underestimate the Power of Fight Club...

Fight Club meets Religion

Tbilisi, Georgia

http://imgur.com/gallery/T68KKoo

Obstacle

Stumbling in the dark with a bottle in my hand
My form of salvation
Trying to mask the burning sensation
As the poison washes down my throat
A necessary sacrifice
To regain temporary control
And escape the torment of sobriety

Unwilling to relinquish control
I consume more poison
Further entrenching myself
In a psychological quagmire
And continue the dangerous cycle
Of justifying my actions
Through irrational thought and contradiction

The darkness illuminates the sinister shapes
The poison distorts the danger
Nothing can stop me now
And I'll stand by all this drinking
If it helps me get through these days

The Little Prince Found A New Home

While walking around Yerevan, Armenia I came across a familiar figure. This is one of my favourite books, and hence you could guess how surprised I was to find this stencil in Armenia. It's nice to know that Expurey's "The Little Prince" is influencing people's lives all over the world...

http://imgur.com/gallery/UxUnXlc

"I don't understand" said the Little Prince

Poetry in Motion

Poetry in motion

Poetry in motion

Poetry in motion

Poetry is not in motion

It is not the turning of a wheel

The movement of a cog

The finely tuned mechanical movement

Of a set piece

In accordance to a formula

It is passion

It is freedom

It is the ability to express oneself

However they may feel

It is the spirit within

That defines poetry

And gives it meaning, soul and feeling

Poetry is instant

Freedom without constraint 

A wheel turning to its own tune

Unreliant on the adjoining piece

Poetry is the motion

Of a soul confused

Unable to put the pieces together

Yet able to pull them apart

And reveal mysteries

Unseen to the mechanical eye