Proposition

This is my hand
I long for your heart
No time or distance
Should keep them apart

You are the torch
That lights up my day
And no other girl
Makes me feel this way

Photography

One thing I'll pay London - awful weather but when the sky turns it on, you appreciate it (Lords)

                                             Berlin

                               Epic. Hallstätter See, Austria

                Oktoberfest (epic, for other reasons). Munich

                   Not much to say really. Industrial. Stuttgart

                       Copenhagen - Denmark (where else??)

                    The cleanest city in the world. Stockholm

I came to the realisation recently that although I think I'm good at photography, I'm not. I think I need to be more selective of what I take pictures of - or how I frame them anyway. The problem with this, is that I absolutely hate taking pictures when I'm travelling. I love 'being in the moment' and having fun when I'm out and about. And I'm yet to reach the interest levels of being willing to take my $150 camera out for a day of 'bonding'.

I love the Lost Highway quote: "I like to remember things my own way. How I remembered them. Not necessarily the way they happened".

The problem is, all that drinking didn't exactly do wonders for my memory now did it. Oh well, who said fiction was fake...

Why Should We Last?

Without you near
I feel alone
Will this last
Or just down-tone

Siphoned knowledge
Hard to read
Makes it simple
Just to bleed

Feelings pour open
Flooding your way
Lost in thought
Goodbye another day

A taste so sour
And if you knew
Waiting another hour
Locked in this zoo

Primitive moments
Lost or blind
Forgotten progress
A state of mind

Were you ever so kind?
Do we belong in the past?
What happened to our bind?
It all happened so fast

Drunk with lust

(This was written when I was having problems with my first love. It's presented in an "as it was" state.)

Hey baby
I miss u heaps
It's my heart
That you keep

Can't wait to see you
Hold you spin you
Show you all around
Take you places
No way you'd frown

Have you in my arms
Looking deep into my eyes
Showing you
We won't demise

I miss you baby
With all my heart
'Cause there's no way
We should be apart

Just to write this
Lets me say
I feel for you still
Some mystical way

The next time we meet
I’ll lift you off your feet
With a sigh we’ll embrace
Our lips lingering the taste

I’ll lay you down
Pour some wine
Make you feel special
Help you unwind

In awe of your soul
No time to waste
Where did I meet you
A wish sent with haste

When will I see you
Make me believe you’re true
Adore, appreciate and admire
So distant from my current desire

As It Stands

In a sea of pure white sand
How did I gain such a chance
Your beautiful hand
Your innocent heart
No weighted issues
Will bring us apart

Have you in my arms
Like the shore of a lake
And take my time
Giving you my stake

This won't sound new
But my words are true
The less I see you
The more I feel blue

But I'm truly lucky
That hope is near
You are my love
Touched my soul so dear

The feelings that mean
You are so real
Stem from my heart
Due to your’s that heals

alone with you

as i sit here
thinking of you
i wonder if only
you had a clue

the way i feel
a love so real
i think of you
and see the appeal

when i dream
im awake with you
i see only beauty
in the things you do

then i realise
there's no need to theorise
our bond is so great
it could only mean fate

More beer more beer

Ok then - it is with no real surprise that I have spent the past 2 weeks drinking. Nothing too silly (ed: bullshit) but enough to keep me away from here and my Swiss-ball. And honestly, it's great to be back. I have a couple of poems to upload, although they were actually written some time ago. I haven't shared these with anyone so if you've stumbled across this page somehow, you will be one of the very few people who will have the privilege (*cough*) of being the first (and last!) to see them.
Its nice to get them off my chest and share them with people so feel free to comment and/or add or your pieces.