Love

Love for someone or something, doesn't spring up from the blue
It requires an object to your affection, and often for them to love you too
This is when love becomes attatchment, when its dependant externally
But find that love inside yourself, and it exists eternally
I've loved a lot over the years, and loved in many ways
And the love I have for life and living rarely goes away
And even in those darker moments when love is difficult to see
Look deep inside yourself, it's the only place it'll be

Otres 2016

Otres

This place we have found ourselves

Not quite the “real world”, but then, what else?

Expat community

Developing society

A place where we can all be free

But free to do what?

To drink, and smoke and fuck?

Is this it for our reality?

A place to do drugs by the sea?

Are we just a load of hippies?

Smoking pot and talking big dreams ...

 Or have we found the key?

To live harmoniously ...

You stop worrying about money with a tab system

A passing tourist trade keeps money coming in

Life is cheap

And the people you meet

Some of the most interesting guys and girls

Stories from around the world

The weather is great, the scenery is beautiful

Pretty much, we got it all

But … life in paradise

Although I’m not denying its very nice

Still has its up and downs

Friends move on as the next season comes around

And although there’s always new ones to be found

Its hard work, constantly meeting, greeting

Building connections even though they’re fleeting

Change is quick

Blink and you’ll miss it

You gotta keep up with the times

Work with the tides

Know your bribes, or “police fines”

But the opportunity is there

And if you care

You can create something special

In a land that’s magical

Build something worthwhile

And still have a good time

We’re making a scene

A cultural dream

A place to work creatively

Time to develop personally

So if you can resist temptation

This is your nation

And working together I think we can be free

To develop society 

And enjoy our expat community

Happy f***ing Valentines Day

Happy fucking valentines day

Lets celebrate

This hallmark holiday

Capitalist, fetishized, exclamation of love

Bastadised romantics,

Superficial antics,

Quick, buy roses now, because

If you don’t

It means you don’t feel

If you wont

It means its not real

Fuck valentines day

And its candlelit dinners

Fuck valentines day

And its creation of “winners”

The Disney idea of happy ever after

True love, that’s nothing but laughter

And what about those without a partner?

Left to feel alone

Like your doing something wrong

By looking after yourself

Instead of dealing with someone else

And even if you do have someone

Why celebrate this one day alone?

Surely you should love every day

Instead of needing a holiday to say

I love you

I need you

I want you

Be mine

You’re gorgeous

You’re special

I think of you all the time

So this is my celebration of valentines day

A poem to say fuck it, I’m not going to play

I’ll celebrate love in my own way

Crush

Hey there

How you doing today?

I stick to the pleasantries but what I’d like to say, is

You’re cute

But more than that

You’ve got a certain something and I want it bad

And I don’t know if you know it or not, but your hot

And if you couldn’t tell already, I like you a lot

Your energy’s inviting

Smile inticing

My skin is tingling

Just thinking of you

I want to go out dancing

Maybe a bit of romancing

Hold you tight, all through the night

And I’m sorry I can’t say this out loud

But if I could take you out

I’d make you scream and shout

Show you what a good time is all about

Now I know in the end we’ll probably just be friends

And I won’t say anything in case the friendship ends

So for the moment, just know, when I say “how you doing today?”

There is so much more I’d like to say