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