More bloody poems!

Thankyou - road to Salta, Arg 15/5/07

She is happy I hope, I´d like to think
Looking down on me now with a nod and a wink
When she was my age she had a boy of ten
But as people say, times were different then
Not really the times but circumstance for sure
Her life was a sacrifice made to open the door
The door to a world full of opportunity and hope
She molded her boy and made sure he would cope
And now as I travel I think back to those days
And get lost in my thoughts in a mesmeric gaze
For a woman so young to give her life just for me
It´s hard to explain how lucky one can be
People look at my life and reflect on the bad
Lost both parents young, it must be so sad
But the truth is that everyone will suffer a loss
And it´s hard sometimes to get this point across
My mums life had one purpose that was to allow me
To live my life to the full, have every opportunity
And sat here in Argentina with time just to think
I can feel her nod and her comforting wink.

Rio Beach Life - 16/7/07 - Rio De Janeiro

Lying in Rio in bed by half eight
Bit dangerous here to be going out late
By day the beach buzzes with glamour and glitz
Musclemen, posing pouches, g-strings and fake tits
Cheese wire bikinis part J-Lo type cheeks
Tiny cotton triangles cover Amazonian peaks
But the men on the beach are ten times more vain
And have lifetime subscriptions to instant bulk gain
I´ve never seen so many geezers flexing their pecs
I feel great with my gut hanging over my kecks!
So this morning I decided to go for a run
And in thirty degree heat it was no bloody fun
I´m probably weighing in the same as when I left
But my fitness is shocking and I was soon out of breath
Being a stubborn bastard I fought through the pain
But it´s gonna take a while to get it back again
So i´ve promised myself now i´ll run every day
And get back to London ready to play
We´ll see how it go´s only 3 weeks remain
But for now i´ll breath in and keep praying for rain.

Shrooms - 16/7/07 - Rio de Janeiro

Three weeks on the piss and the body is broken
But there´s one challenge left before goodbyes are spoken
Christmas on Phi Phi was the best that i´ve had
And New Year on Krabi was totally mad
We all caught the boat for a last final fling
Full moon as the smurfs with the girls on our wing
Our bodies were hurting but the spirit was strong
The journey was shocking and was taking so long
But we got there at last and found somewhere to kip
Lost the random Aussie and went for a dip
The island was rammed and the atmosphere rocking
The next few days would be absolutely shocking
Back on Pha Ngan and back on the shrooms
Time floating away, the background slamming out tunes
The girls were all giggling and getting drawn in
Then hallucinations took over and grew from within
We sunk to the beach to join the throng
My legs were so heavy and I felt like a mong
The rest of the night went downhill pretty quick
Tobey disappeared looking ghost white and sick
When he returned he´d freaked and lost the plot
Been found naked in his room in a tight little spot
Sat with no clue where the light was in his room
Saved by a security guard who put him out of his doom
Finally it wore off and it was back on the beers
Time to party and dance and forget all the tears
The girls turned up battered and surrounded by men
But at last we were all back together again
If this was the warm up the full moon would be mad
I didn´t know if i´d make it my guts were so bad
Twelve shits in one day is just not fucking right
My body was crying but it had to hold tight
One more night as a smurf at Januarys full moon
The respite from the toxins would be coming soon
Kate, Jodie and John all arrived for the night
And it all started civilised going out for a bite
After that came the buckets, we prepared for the worst
Me and Tobey donned nappies and turned blue into smurfs
As we walked on the beack we were instant superstars
Everyone wanting a photo, they came running from bars
The night was fantastic and we were dancing like gods
Two giant blue beacons in an ocean of bods
But the buckets kicked in I couldn´t take any more
After a valiant effort I was back home by four
We´d partied so hard I could hardly believe
That we´d all made it through and it was now time to leave.

Permanence 17/6/07 Rio de Janeiro

For Christmas this year I got a tattoo
I don´t think anyone thought i´d follow it through
But on 4th January I sat in the chair
To get my new mark that would always be there
I´d played with the thought for a number of years
But always dismissed it due to too many fears
The main thing being I didn´t know what to get
And I didn´t want it looking like i´d done it for a bet
But when I saw Tobey´s the vision was clear
And I talked to him over a smoke and a beer
I´ve always been a gambler attracted by risk
And as we sat chatting we slowly got pissed
I looked at the dice on the Swedish tattoo
And there in that moment I just knew what to do
One month later fast forward back in the chair
I´m trying to pretend that I don´t have a care
As the bamboo cuts through and pierces the skin
There is no going back now the ink is within
The hangover helps to cut out the pain
But I can´t help but wonder if I´m going insane
So much on my mind as I lie on the bed
And then Tobey appears to help clear my head
After only two hours the job is complete
And eager yet nervous I spring to my feet
Has the 5ft Thai artist wrote twat on my shoulder?
Is this going to backfire when I´m wrinkled and older?
He holds up the mirror to show me his work
And I can´t help but notice his confident smirk
I can see the tattoo peeping back in the glass
And am happy to say that the boy got a pass
I was pleased but then again it still may be shit
I had to ask the girls if I looked like a tit
In their best honest voices they said it looked great
And so next time its knuckles and the words love and hate!

Iguazu airport, Brasil 12/6/07

Going back to a bar,
Will I go very far?
Ideas spring from my mind
Cannot wait for the grind.
The glint has returned and is sharp in my eye
I can feel it within that my time´s almost nigh
Seven years grounding in the London rat race
Now it´s time to branch out, get a name for this face
I´ve seen half the world and steadied that fire
Mind is free of stress, spirits never been higher
In less than a month i´ll be back in my home
With no need anymore to continue to roam
I´ve found what I want and I know it within
Now let´s get the fuck back and let good times begin.

Broken - Hong Kong - 31st March 2007

Wandering the streets in a booze related haze
No idea where I am in this sprawling urban maze
The last memory from a bar six hours ago
Now i´m coming to my senses where i´ve been I do not know
My clothes are musty and i´m missing a card and some cash
I have a vague recollection of waking up in some trash
If I could remember the times when my memory has gone
I think i´d be a different person and my drinking would be done
As I get to Gaz´s flat and try to work out the key
There´s no sign of Mr Wilde, god knows where he might be
I feel shattered and tired of getting into this state
In this refined moment everything about myself I hate.

Queenstown 2/5/07 Plane to Santiago, Chile

Too much time on their hands clearly off their tits
With one key aim to give all tourists the shits
Queenstown has a reputation as an adrenaline feeder
Extreme sport heaven, mad bastard world leader
With more things to jump off than I could even write down
You will definitely leave here with your pants a shade of brown!
Traditionally a ski resort the place is very, very small
So why on earth it has 3 bungy jumps is anybodys call
Add to that canyon swing, fly by wire, skydive as well
It´s no wonder everybody looks nervous as hell
But the atmosphere is buzzing and testosterone flows
This is where boys become men and confidence grows
Just a minute of madness and making that leap
Puts the world in perspective, instills belief you´ll always keep
This town bonds individuals and brings them together
Under the true kiwi mantra of ´fuck it bro I´ll do whatever!´
And once you´ve made the step and all is alright
There is no better place to party all night.

Flying solo - 5/3/07 - Somewhere in New Zealand

So many new people, so many new faces
As I travel around to so many new places
Friends come and go, some you´ll see again
Some just stop in for the now and the then
It´s all just so easy, not a smidgeon of fuss
No problem sharing the experience with some random from the bus
But to see all these places with someone so close
Is the thing that I miss and I envy the most
The couples who do it, the few who stay together
Will have so much to cherish for ever and ever
Pictures can never capture the thrill of being there
The smell of the ocean or the magic in the air
The beat of the bass on Ko Pha Ngan beach
The view from Tongariro as the summit is reached
The smell of green curry from a Bangkok roadside
And the noise of the bugs scuttling round your bedside
The mouth watering taste of fresh New Zealand lamb
The feeling of waking up and not giving a damn
The panic and fear as you´re tied to a rope
With a fifty metre freefall armed with nothing but hope
The pain of being alone when things don´t go so well
Frustration of seeing something great and having no-one to tell
The joy of starting a dance off when everyone joins in
Excitement of turning up in a country not knowing where to begin
The fear of losing your belongings miles from home
In the middle of nowhere with no credit on your phone
Embarassment of cracking a joke and having nobody laugh
Amusement of driving along having an elephant cross your path
So many random feelings in so many random places
I´d love to share them all with some more familiar faces
But to travel the world alone I would recommend to all
No emotion is left untouched and you will have a bloody ball!

No dad - Hong Kong - 28/3/07

Other people knew him so why didn´t I?
Sometimes it makes me want to sit down and cry
Just to share a beer and some informal chat
But there´ll never be any fucking chance of that
Cos all he wanted was a needle in his arm
Oblivious to the fact it would cause so much harm
I´ve pretended that I didn´t mind he wasn´t there
And fifteen years later I realise I really do care
You meet so many people who have a bond with their dad
But the fact I never did is slowly driving me mad
I hope i´ll be different if my day does come
I can´t wait to sit down and have a beer with my son
I surround myself with mates, always have, always will
But the pain that he left, it burns in me still
Why didn´t he care? Why did he run away?
Just to see him right now, i´ve got so much to say
I don´t even know what beer he would drink
And if he saw me, what he would think
There´s no doubt part of him lives on in me
I clearly inherited the addictive personality
But to have some questions answered and clear up some stuff
Just two hours in a bar, that would be enough.