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Got your ticket?
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Poem: Last train north ———————————
They say, 
The sun beams, Rays.
On the last train north.
And there’s no fee to pay
So go gather, all aboard.
But distant can be memories
Less final than these reports.
But there’ll be plenty time to read them, sure
Upon your last train north. 
As it’s a long journey to eternity
But it’s always on course.
And the strong service offers plenty 
On that last train north.
For drivers can becomes wiser,
In its passenger seats.
Having conquered ambulances tyres
Tramways and 
underground daydreams.
But I hope the seats are comfy, Sir
And pumping is the steam,
To provide a ride less bumpy 
And a Santa Special Supreme.
Because the good go do pearly
Upon their last train north.
As this train departs early,
Unconfined by earthy 
departments of transport...
-ation, of frustration to the nation left behind.
Heading straight towards the station,
Placed weightless in the sky.
So save a seat for me, 
one day
When my ticket has been bought.
Till then enjoy the peaceful railway, Ray,
And board your last train north.
Got your ticket? ——————————— Poem: Last train north ——————————— They say, The sun beams, Rays. On the last train north. And there’s no fee to pay So go gather, all aboard. But distant can be memories Less final than these reports. But there’ll be plenty time to read them, sure Upon your last train north. As it’s a long journey to eternity But it’s always on course. And the strong service offers plenty On that last train north. For drivers can becomes wiser, In its passenger seats. Having conquered ambulances tyres Tramways and underground daydreams. But I hope the seats are comfy, Sir And pumping is the steam, To provide a ride less bumpy And a Santa Special Supreme. Because the good go do pearly Upon their last train north. As this train departs early, Unconfined by earthy departments of transport... -ation, of frustration to the nation left behind. Heading straight towards the station, Placed weightless in the sky. So save a seat for me, one day When my ticket has been bought. Till then enjoy the peaceful railway, Ray, And board your last train north.
Get me back to Sunday. Where my Fun day go?
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Poem: MONDAY MORNING REVIVAL
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Location: Sunny Donny
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Sunday?
Done day.
The D vitamins were vital.
Topping up cropped spots, 
Wishing for a Monday Morning Revival.
But nah, stop.
What?
That’s your lot, 
Got 
Any more and you’ll be liable.
To the P45 slide, 
Sighed shock, of 
Wages docked
Landlocked Ships 
heading for the tidal. 
Steal a week day’s glow
N find yourself home
Alone, 
To the tone of laid off 
landlubber loans.
So squire,
State your desire
For short wear attire
And earn a Bunsen burner 
To turn ya 
9 till 5 on fire.
Gather the choir
It’s time for that recital
The greatest hits of the lie-r
The decision is final.
Lay Down’s greatest hits
Home press the vinyl.
Shout without a doubt
And go get man about
Get in the ring and
Reclaim Lord Layabout
As your title
Bonafied and bone idle
Alive in pride 
Capsized
Member incumbent 
Of the Monday Morning Revival
Get me back to Sunday. Where my Fun day go? ———————————— Poem: MONDAY MORNING REVIVAL ———————————— Location: Sunny Donny ———————————— Sunday? Done day. The D vitamins were vital. Topping up cropped spots, Wishing for a Monday Morning Revival. But nah, stop. What? That’s your lot, Got Any more and you’ll be liable. To the P45 slide, Sighed shock, of Wages docked Landlocked Ships heading for the tidal. Steal a week day’s glow N find yourself home Alone, To the tone of laid off landlubber loans. So squire, State your desire For short wear attire And earn a Bunsen burner To turn ya 9 till 5 on fire. Gather the choir It’s time for that recital The greatest hits of the lie-r The decision is final. Lay Down’s greatest hits Home press the vinyl. Shout without a doubt And go get man about Get in the ring and Reclaim Lord Layabout As your title Bonafied and bone idle Alive in pride Capsized Member incumbent Of the Monday Morning Revival
How many more minutes do you need?
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Poem: Five more minutes
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Location: I wish it was bed
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I get up
Six thirty, 
Though it never stirs me
Certainly until phone 
Turns out ten, 
Attention 
Seeking alarms
That sparm 
GET OUT OF BED.
But alarms never charm
Just harm 
My slumber calm.
Starring a familiar story
Behaving all Lordy Lordy, 
Someone call Farquaad!
Cause I’ll take the Tower 
For another hour,
Of pure sleeping power.
Forget True Loves kiss.
Dragon baby showers?
Don’t take the p....
I mean no diss
But all I wanna do is
Make my dreams work 
and find
Sleep, sleep, sleep.
But the boy in the moon
Says go with the fish.
Deep, that’s peak.
So I get up,
SPEAK
“See bed, that’s enough.”
Shirk.
As I got to make this work
To keep Theresa ‘appy,
And the capitalist berks....
Trust
How many more minutes do you need? ———————————— Poem: Five more minutes ———————————— Location: I wish it was bed ———————————— I get up Six thirty, Though it never stirs me Certainly until phone Turns out ten, Attention Seeking alarms That sparm GET OUT OF BED. But alarms never charm Just harm My slumber calm. Starring a familiar story Behaving all Lordy Lordy, Someone call Farquaad! Cause I’ll take the Tower For another hour, Of pure sleeping power. Forget True Loves kiss. Dragon baby showers? Don’t take the p.... I mean no diss But all I wanna do is Make my dreams work and find Sleep, sleep, sleep. But the boy in the moon Says go with the fish. Deep, that’s peak. So I get up, SPEAK “See bed, that’s enough.” Shirk. As I got to make this work To keep Theresa ‘appy, And the capitalist berks.... Trust
Where’s your favourite place for a beer?
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Poem: Quarter
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Location: Tyneside Pub
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Life once in colour,
Shudder brothers
And see it fade.
I spy a cover,
For the others and 
their signs of age...
ing
Graceful,
But still a face full 
of wrinkled lines,
That say bruv, are you sinking ?
Or just thinking 
of booking faces to shopped timelines.
Their shadows cast
A gasp at how long friendships last 
And then get sidelined.
Not worth a hello, 
Or how’s it go?
It’s a crime.
Man they can’t be assed, 
For the task
Or are best left blind.
Seems it’s a Guiness, 
Then mind your business,
That’s fine.
Cann-it. Grasp,
Like I ever asked.
But you can hold it,
While I mould tins into 
My stomachs stash.
But I’ll mind my Guiness
and take the road, 
As I know 
it’s the only one who’ll dote, 
and host me openly
Token free
Here’s hoping G
Until my very last.
So I’ll embrace the liquid taste
And face straight at the facts
And let the river run in me
And let their rivers run past.
Where’s your favourite place for a beer? ————————— Poem: Quarter —————————- Location: Tyneside Pub —————————- Life once in colour, Shudder brothers And see it fade. I spy a cover, For the others and their signs of age... ing Graceful, But still a face full of wrinkled lines, That say bruv, are you sinking ? Or just thinking of booking faces to shopped timelines. Their shadows cast A gasp at how long friendships last And then get sidelined. Not worth a hello, Or how’s it go? It’s a crime. Man they can’t be assed, For the task Or are best left blind. Seems it’s a Guiness, Then mind your business, That’s fine. Cann-it. Grasp, Like I ever asked. But you can hold it, While I mould tins into My stomachs stash. But I’ll mind my Guiness and take the road, As I know it’s the only one who’ll dote, and host me openly Token free Here’s hoping G Until my very last. So I’ll embrace the liquid taste And face straight at the facts And let the river run in me And let their rivers run past.
What’s your favourite snow memory?
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Poem: BELOVED BEYOND BORDERS
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Location: (Baltic in the Baltic, Art Centre)
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To fall back in,
Love,
To fall back in,
Love must timely climb back out.
Over and over,
Dove,
Shoulder to shoulder, 
Gravity comes about.
But eyes have apples,
And downward distance to travel,
Hurtle past hands that signed the doubts.
Countries decree 
It’s not you,
It’s me,
Pleading cease these 
Foreign glees without!
But depth over distance,
Measured by my resistance,
To enough bluffings
On nothing,
“Political grounds.”
Because I’m bored of your borders,
And the orders tall, taller,
Then drinking after the drought.
So I can wait for the water,
For a tie-dyed daughter,
To let love play loudly throughout.
What’s your favourite snow memory? ————————————— Poem: BELOVED BEYOND BORDERS ————————————— Location: (Baltic in the Baltic, Art Centre) ————————————— To fall back in, Love, To fall back in, Love must timely climb back out. Over and over, Dove, Shoulder to shoulder, Gravity comes about. But eyes have apples, And downward distance to travel, Hurtle past hands that signed the doubts. Countries decree It’s not you, It’s me, Pleading cease these Foreign glees without! But depth over distance, Measured by my resistance, To enough bluffings On nothing, “Political grounds.” Because I’m bored of your borders, And the orders tall, taller, Then drinking after the drought. So I can wait for the water, For a tie-dyed daughter, To let love play loudly throughout.
What’s your favourite concert venue?
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Location: Boiler Shop Steamer
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Poem: ITS A JUNGLE OUT THERE ———————————————————Check yourself,
Step your stealth 
And beware,
For it’s a jungle out there.
Thai tigers are silent
Lying lions are violent.
So don’t stop and stare,
For it’s a jungle out there.
Wolves walk side streets
Falcons fly high peaks
Gamekeepers glare
For it’s a jungle out there.
So don’t stop in the city
Safari settlements, not pretty
Go lock the doors and huddle
Dont stumble out in the rumble
That urban advice is fair
For it’s a jungle out there.
What’s your favourite concert venue? ——————————————————— Location: Boiler Shop Steamer ——————————————————— Poem: ITS A JUNGLE OUT THERE ———————————————————Check yourself, Step your stealth And beware, For it’s a jungle out there. Thai tigers are silent Lying lions are violent. So don’t stop and stare, For it’s a jungle out there. Wolves walk side streets Falcons fly high peaks Gamekeepers glare For it’s a jungle out there. So don’t stop in the city Safari settlements, not pretty Go lock the doors and huddle Dont stumble out in the rumble That urban advice is fair For it’s a jungle out there.
What do you think about Korea’s future?
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Poem: KOREA PATHS
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Bore the line and decide 
On the ties that bind.
Boring borders that’s say
Not yours, that’s mine.
Nothing to see here,
But imaginary lines
In sand, sea and rock
plot clear Korea paths
Of North / South divides.
But can man undo,
With a handshake or two,
50 years of tears
And unshared BBQs?
As all ties that bind
Can be undermined
If a line is still a line.
What do you think about Korea’s future? ——————————— Poem: KOREA PATHS ——————————— Bore the line and decide On the ties that bind. Boring borders that’s say Not yours, that’s mine. Nothing to see here, But imaginary lines In sand, sea and rock plot clear Korea paths Of North / South divides. But can man undo, With a handshake or two, 50 years of tears And unshared BBQs? As all ties that bind Can be undermined If a line is still a line.
What’s the stupidest thing you’ve seen a tourist do?
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Poem: ARC DE COMPLIANCE
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Location inspiration: (In the middle of the main road, paris)
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Past pollution,
I sighed at,
The eagle eyed revolution.
Tangling traffic 
In tangent for the right resolution.
But for all this evolved,
Around their digital self 
their planet revolved.
Zebra crossing for snapped Zion,
Or roaming 
for roundabout reliance,
In hope of catching 
computerised compliance,
Or parking their arse
 to arc the task 
of their past tedious triumphs.
What’s the stupidest thing you’ve seen a tourist do? —————————— Poem: ARC DE COMPLIANCE —————————— Location inspiration: (In the middle of the main road, paris) —————————— Past pollution, I sighed at, The eagle eyed revolution. Tangling traffic In tangent for the right resolution. But for all this evolved, Around their digital self their planet revolved. Zebra crossing for snapped Zion, Or roaming for roundabout reliance, In hope of catching computerised compliance, Or parking their arse to arc the task of their past tedious triumphs.
What’s your favourite view of a city?
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Poem: SACRE CLEAR VISION —————————————
(Location:PARIS SKYLINE)
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Couples argue,
And the street says nothing.
Knuckles spark fools,
And the road men rough it.
Suckle on shark pools,
And Turkeys gain stuffing.
Belts buckle bar stools,
And stomachs stop loving.
.
But from up here,
Grey guts can gleam gold.
Business in arrears,
Noise less, but sales sold.
Cattle castles curds
And weigh up whether 
battles matter or not.
As at the top,
I fear not the bleus,
Cares or the drop.
Knowing that if I lost the plot.
Should it all unravel, 
I can make it stop.
So should the city ever become unclear.
Go breathe above, 
just enough
And beat your Sacre Coeur dear, 
TRUST
What’s your favourite view of a city? ——————————— Poem: SACRE CLEAR VISION ————————————— (Location:PARIS SKYLINE) ————————————— Couples argue, And the street says nothing. Knuckles spark fools, And the road men rough it. Suckle on shark pools, And Turkeys gain stuffing. Belts buckle bar stools, And stomachs stop loving. . But from up here, Grey guts can gleam gold. Business in arrears, Noise less, but sales sold. Cattle castles curds And weigh up whether battles matter or not. As at the top, I fear not the bleus, Cares or the drop. Knowing that if I lost the plot. Should it all unravel, I can make it stop. So should the city ever become unclear. Go breathe above, just enough And beat your Sacre Coeur dear, TRUST
OFF THE STREETS 
FOR SEVEN YEARS—————————————————
Pour sept ans,
Down the glass,
And get a garçon gone.
.
Pour sept ans,
Cloud the past
And let the piano loop on
And on 
And ...
.
Strong.
.
And stronger still,
Was The Street’s 
John Peel deal,
Pour sept ans gone.
.
Paris ashing London Bridge,
With a cabaret 
Était en feu.
.
But that aside,
the last time 
I saw The Streets,
I got robbed.
.
Proclaiming “Mate, 
Don’t mug yourself,”
Sure same man
Got mugged off.
.
Tea leafed neatly 
Out of pocket
Irony calling 
Muggings STOP!
.
But wallet was empty
Of profit plenty
Bar entry 
To gig just gone.
.
So tonight son
I raise the rouge
Thinking of you
Plus this bob cinquante...
That could’ve been in your paws ...
.
But pour sept ans gone.
.

TLDR:
Rob me seven years ago, singing don’t mug yourself, empty wallet, but Streets ticket. Rob me seven years later and you would’ve had 50 euros.
OFF THE STREETS FOR SEVEN YEARS————————————————— Pour sept ans, Down the glass, And get a garçon gone. . Pour sept ans, Cloud the past And let the piano loop on And on And ... . Strong. . And stronger still, Was The Street’s John Peel deal, Pour sept ans gone. . Paris ashing London Bridge, With a cabaret Était en feu. . But that aside, the last time I saw The Streets, I got robbed. . Proclaiming “Mate, Don’t mug yourself,” Sure same man Got mugged off. . Tea leafed neatly Out of pocket Irony calling Muggings STOP! . But wallet was empty Of profit plenty Bar entry To gig just gone. . So tonight son I raise the rouge Thinking of you Plus this bob cinquante... That could’ve been in your paws ... . But pour sept ans gone. . TLDR: Rob me seven years ago, singing don’t mug yourself, empty wallet, but Streets ticket. Rob me seven years later and you would’ve had 50 euros.
ROOFTOPS IN LE MARAIS
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Let the sun in? 
Get cataracts.
Melanomas too, true
That’s a fact.
But sun stoppers,
Show blockers to settling.
Playing rain drops,
cops and robbers 
To vitamins
D-efficiency,
Efficiently, 
so better let him in or let him out,
But either way,
Raise the bar and get out the green house
ROOFTOPS IN LE MARAIS ————————————- Let the sun in? Get cataracts. Melanomas too, true That’s a fact. But sun stoppers, Show blockers to settling. Playing rain drops, cops and robbers To vitamins D-efficiency, Efficiently, so better let him in or let him out, But either way, Raise the bar and get out the green house
TOWER OF I
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(Eiffel Tower, Paris)
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Brah....
The streets are ours!
...Or at least the parks.
Nicking pics 
Of pernickety picnics,
snip snip snipping
Easy CHEESES
avec ample starch.
But there’s a hundred 
Posing powers
Up for the task.
Selfie showers
Virtual Dedication
To making their mark.
An optic obsession
that’ll make you ill,
And a balance lesson when I heard one scream “EI-FELL,”
Over like granola,
Down your pudding, Buddha bowl.
And your tilting
I was milking 
Earning a free scowl.
But at the supersonic photo-holics,
 I deserve to howl
But for doing what you do 
It’s power to you
So have the fun
Besides I’m snapping too 
Like a foo 
So I’ll end this one
TOWER OF I ————————————— (Eiffel Tower, Paris) ————————————— Brah.... The streets are ours! ...Or at least the parks. Nicking pics Of pernickety picnics, snip snip snipping Easy CHEESES avec ample starch. But there’s a hundred Posing powers Up for the task. Selfie showers Virtual Dedication To making their mark. An optic obsession that’ll make you ill, And a balance lesson when I heard one scream “EI-FELL,” Over like granola, Down your pudding, Buddha bowl. And your tilting I was milking Earning a free scowl. But at the supersonic photo-holics, I deserve to howl But for doing what you do It’s power to you So have the fun Besides I’m snapping too Like a foo So I’ll end this one
EARLY MORNING ARRIVAL
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(Le Marais, Paris)
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Au revoir
To rainy days,
Il fait froit? 
Let Stormzy blaze.
coldest alive in twilight skies?
Raps ramping up 
Air France sky drives.
They playing plane sounds 
loud, militant strikes.
Roll out royals
Diligent 
heads all night.
See, the revolution was about I, I, I.
Now Traffic stuck socialists 
blaring horns and counting dimes
at quarter to five.
Dreaming of teammates seeing the light 
To take l’additions out of sight.
But Monsieurs what have I taught ya?
“C’est le français?”
Wont lock up your daughters, 
Though you oughta
And the homes and femmes just might.
When they be seeing the sight
Of you post 4 AM flight and
pre compulsory caffeine pint.
EARLY MORNING ARRIVAL ————————————— (Le Marais, Paris) ————————————— Au revoir To rainy days, Il fait froit? Let Stormzy blaze. coldest alive in twilight skies? Raps ramping up Air France sky drives. They playing plane sounds loud, militant strikes. Roll out royals Diligent heads all night. See, the revolution was about I, I, I. Now Traffic stuck socialists blaring horns and counting dimes at quarter to five. Dreaming of teammates seeing the light To take l’additions out of sight. But Monsieurs what have I taught ya? “C’est le français?” Wont lock up your daughters, Though you oughta And the homes and femmes just might. When they be seeing the sight Of you post 4 AM flight and pre compulsory caffeine pint.
FA-R-ANG TONGUE 👅 ——————————
(Street art in Chiang Mai and Bangkok)
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If walls talked Thai,
What would we hear them whisper?
Little more I guess.
FA-R-ANG TONGUE 👅 —————————— (Street art in Chiang Mai and Bangkok) —————————— If walls talked Thai, What would we hear them whisper? Little more I guess.
YESTERDAY’S HENS, 
LAY TOMORROW’S DOGS
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(Chinese New Year in Chiang Mai)
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The lion, it is leaping
The dragon has enough slept.
The Malay hens are now barking
Due to secrets they have kept.
But can old cocks learn new tricks, quick?
Or will they just howl at the moon?
Better stop and start fetching sticks, slick
Or be left to scowl at the doom.
Still the chickens are being counted.
The eggs, blessed, they will be gone.
So out with the old rooster, 
Rest, and in with the new dog...
YESTERDAY’S HENS, LAY TOMORROW’S DOGS ———————————— (Chinese New Year in Chiang Mai) ———————————— The lion, it is leaping The dragon has enough slept. The Malay hens are now barking Due to secrets they have kept. But can old cocks learn new tricks, quick? Or will they just howl at the moon? Better stop and start fetching sticks, slick Or be left to scowl at the doom. Still the chickens are being counted. The eggs, blessed, they will be gone. So out with the old rooster, Rest, and in with the new dog...
BUCKET OF GINGER
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(Chiang Mai)
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Hmmm, ahhh, here 
but for a minute thought Ginger, 
If only I had the dexterity of human fingers. Then out of this situ I could ninja, 
Alas I am stuck here to linger... or at least until luck chucks the bucket, 
to glug at, suck at, 
straight through a straw, 
As Ginger spikes a good cocktail raw, 
if not, then go figure the finger form
And do plenty drops of Singha pour
BUCKET OF GINGER ——————————— (Chiang Mai) ——————————— Hmmm, ahhh, here but for a minute thought Ginger, If only I had the dexterity of human fingers. Then out of this situ I could ninja, Alas I am stuck here to linger... or at least until luck chucks the bucket, to glug at, suck at, straight through a straw, As Ginger spikes a good cocktail raw, if not, then go figure the finger form And do plenty drops of Singha pour
FAIRPORT
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(Koh Samui Airport Lounge)
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UV glares, 
breed anecdotal spared cares. 
So, free from despair, 
in the departure lounge, 
sound Rodney stared 
and wrote aloud the report “FAIR...........!”
For never in a port of the air, 
had the go nuts, 
drunk coconuts, 
in short affair wears.
FAIRPORT ———————————— (Koh Samui Airport Lounge) ———————————— UV glares, breed anecdotal spared cares. So, free from despair, in the departure lounge, sound Rodney stared and wrote aloud the report “FAIR...........!” For never in a port of the air, had the go nuts, drunk coconuts, in short affair wears.
BANGKOK CALM
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In the middle of the city that never sits still, comes a little stroke of solitude 
and settlement fo’ chill. 
Not expected, but deselected
 from the noise all around, 
As perplexed as a sanctuary erected 
in a military compound. 
It’s silence was endearing, 
until came what I was fearing. 
For the escape was a fake, 
a place shaped by you snearing. 
For I sighed, wondering why, 
for the countless time, 
I’m subject to hearing 
an overplayed Sheeran’s calculat d cry.
BANGKOK CALM ————————————— In the middle of the city that never sits still, comes a little stroke of solitude and settlement fo’ chill. Not expected, but deselected from the noise all around, As perplexed as a sanctuary erected in a military compound. It’s silence was endearing, until came what I was fearing. For the escape was a fake, a place shaped by you snearing. For I sighed, wondering why, for the countless time, I’m subject to hearing an overplayed Sheeran’s calculat d cry.