Day 100. Exit

A shaky wooden door is banging loosely in the wind
Taunts my thoughts of movement and pretends to keep me in

Day 99. Presentation

I can hear her flirting while im else-wise occupied
a multitude of other men still gathered at her side

Day 98. Gathering shells

Wisdom is but sea shells smashed and scattered on the beach
You'll be lucky to find one half of the whole still in one piece

Day 97. Saturday night survivours

a plastic island table and five early morning seats
no music from the band and yet the waves sound just as sweet

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Day 96. false start in Babylon

you can beat my drum if you play from the heart
but the man shuts us down before we make a start

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Day 95. evolution?

monkeys on motorbikes jostling for rank
the small ones use teeth while the big ones use tanks

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Day 94. monsoon cloud

beyond the sea horizon brews a dark and festered fog
billows ever forwards and drives us ever on

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Day 93. futile busing

confusing routs and bus stop waits
late train missed compound mistakes

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Day 92. Early morning hawkers

restless giddy head laid in a wooden beachfront chair
if sleep is what you came for you'll be disappointed here.

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Day 91. curve balls

a pigmy on the dance floor and a snake around my neck
today's been playing strange but still I haven't finished yet

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Day 90. wake up call

call to prayer but no answer heard
save for buzzing bikes and the early bird

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Day 89. sleeping patterns

darkness follows a little light
it seems our day has flipped with night

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Day 88. Intellectual converse

man who professes to have made mice glow
cannot see the above, cannot stand the below

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Day 86. another blank

wheels keep turning and I'm finding it hard
to keep up, yet already I've come so far.

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Day 87. NZ Navy

chance meeting in a bustling pub
soon we're drinking like sailors in the bar above

Day 85. Birthday present

three hour massage and not by a pro
they can't take you the places we go

Day 84. Journey of the collective

we are all travelers going one way
where we get off creates the change

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Day 83. paying for half

punching the numbers and spending the time
most of the day we are sat inside

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Day 82. Warning bells

says unprompted man "your out of place here"
as slyly he pours me a pre opened beer

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Day 81. volunteered

pick any three cards that you'd like to choose
now stand there still while I throw at you

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Day 80. the other side

across the way tin shacks abide
while hanging lights attempt to hide

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Day 79. trials

lost in the labyrinth streets of malacca
should be easy still it's all hard yaka

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Day 78. changing colours

burnt bridges but the mind still crosses
turned vision but the eye still wonders

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Day 77. Chinatown markets

shopping for the family
handbag one, then two, then three

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Day 76. redemption

cultural diversity wins in the end
music shows love when we start to descend

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Day 75. Cheated

talk talk talk to escape the blame
hate to think they are all the same

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Day 74. KL shopping part 2

sense by every surface cornered
consume affair was short and sordid

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Day 73. KL tech shopping

from shop to shop a butterfly
comparing prices low and high

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Day 72. talk of expansion

foot massage given by the blind
owner takes all that he can find

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Day 71. Malaysian rip off

flames rise higher as I try to return
fake iPhone and I seem to be burnt

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Day 70. Wake up call

"don't be so trusting, you got lucky this time"
says Malaysian music lover as we exit his ride

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Day 69. wrong choice in transport

contemplated train, then took the bus instead
this feels like a chair, and nothing like a bed

Day 68. Ben and Yai

American acquaintance and his big brother Thai
both living from different worlds, yet in one world confined

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Day 67. lost cave

lost in the bush because the signs are all the same
got to turn back home before the dark begins it's reign

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Day 66. night markets

quant but busy markets, so much from to choose
but make selection carefully, or you'll have runny poos

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Day 65. Lyrics lost

Inspirations come and pass
When their captured, found to last

Day 64. Sloppy kiss

i don't know quite how to receive
your unco-ordinated siege

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Day 63. Sunglasses vanished

goods plucked from me on the sands in time
I stood to reason and then I found the rhyme

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Day 61. Lost paradise

the middle of Thai bush with a large disgruntled man
and nothing else to cool us but an old and rusty fan

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Day 60. Slow Recovery

Leathers seats and sunburn are not the best companions
If you don't know what I mean, you'll know once it happens

Day 59. Waking

You divide our nation through your black and white disease
while we unite the world and see what multicult achieves

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Day 62. sunset beach

letters carefully placed in lines attempting to describe
to utter it in words is just a simple waste of time

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Day 58. Mr Guitar

fellow music playing loud whilst silently record
strangers greet while offering unrequired reward

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Day 57. band

translation for musicians hard, don't know what i speak
offering just generous, tho suspicion halts the meek

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Day 56. Unlikely Reunion

Wan Thai gypsy, the healing type
Beaming smiles through connected skype

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Day 55. Stood up

Another Thai meeting steeped in drink
Allotted time comes and I've been hoodwinked

Day 54. Monkey School

Monkeys with wires around their neck
Jumping and climbing with hidden intent

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Day 53. Blank

Meat Puppet laying there
Meat puppet cold stare

Day 52. Thailand Sunset

For all the years we've walked one path, together starts to fade
One solace left that sun shows best its colours end of day

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Day 51. Thai boating song

Boat full of money tour b cause we under stood.
tonite we make football team our engrish is good!

Mobile Blogging from here.

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Day 50. plight of the beetle

Wandering around on an artificial web
Inside or outside we don't know yet

Mobile Blogging from here.

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Day 49. juxtaposition

Drinks by the bucket load and subwoofers galore
while locals strum a ukulele perched upon a wall

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Day 48. Tourist beach party

dancing round the word in wild and varied space
differing locations but in the same place

Mobile Blogging from here.

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Day 47. What do these things have in comon?

ping pong, razer blades, blow dart, smoking
budgie, trumpet, live fish, long string

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Day 46. Beach for Market

Territorial lines drawn in the sand
That mouths be feed by sea and land

Day 45. Histories marks

A line cast high by the rising spring
We just don't know what the tide may bring

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Day 44.

By man made wings we free ourselves from a town we once were captive
Chase the sun across the sky for fire can be attractive

Day 43. Transition

The duties to do are all but done
and with the dawn tomorrow comes

Day 42. Two sleeps

Excited, Anxious, Worried, Joy
Two spinds round Thailand ahoy

Day 41. Wind farm tour.

The wind keeps turning, the blades go round
two days left till we blow this town

Day 40. prepairing for launch

Butterfly stirs, cocoon grew tight
Pumping its wings, in ready for flight.

Day 39. Final goodbye

A thousand words but none can say
How heavy our hearts hang today

Day 38. Resolution

long fought battles won at last
Persistent patience paying fast

Day 37. Shitty movie

Battle for los-angeles the story stays the same
Propaganda war machine, hero USA

Day 36. Play time

Here comes the fairy queen
all dressed up in evening green

Day 35. selling the Gibson (sad face)

Broken string but the force of sound surrounds
the past has gone to younger hands with pounds

Day 34. Speaking with a Geckos tongue

Speak of action, discuss course
Devise a process, fear remorse

Day 33. shower time

The time in which I ponder, in which I ponder time
Have yet to find a reason, but deeply steeped in rhyme

Day 32. Weak

Friday night keeps passing us by
The days are the same, just different times

day 31. So close

Head in pillow and no note made
one wanton thought and all is saved

Day 30. Pre-elected travel date

The given day has flash floods shown
Had left on time then who'd have known

Day 29. finding our way

Smoothly paved path on a natural bumpy road
Rip and tear the ash-felt, change, arrange, decode

Day 28. down time

Faust one and two, and catcher in the rye
feed my head as the days roll by

Day 27. Anticlimax

The bags are packed, the shopping's done
The waiting game has just begun

Day 26. Another hangover

Wasted time, so slept all day
drank my fill now I gotta pay

Day 25. Ride to town

Sam, Sam, the danger man
No seat belt in a taxi van.

Day 24. Blood letting

A prick in the arm for Thai entry
More blood flows forth then we agreed.

Day 23. Retrospect

A journey back, and to the side
Sits Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

Day 22. Visa turmoil

Visas delayed and flights rearranged
Goal posts have moved and game plan has changed.

Day 21. Hotspring contemplation

Diversity and movement the old and new bring
Like the converging waters of a brook and hot spring

Day 20. Road trip

Last minute catch up with sisters we go
Backwards and forwards towards mighty Taupo

Day 19. Finding Footwear

floor of options flung before me lending to despair
So if the shoe and foot fit snug, I will surely wear

Day 18. going

I don't want to leave, I don't want to stay
I don't want to see why I feel this way.

day 17. Triathalon day

Non-competitive course for the young
No rules for me thanks, I'm here for fun

Day 16. Quality time

Dinner with the family just before we go away
But we've been here for many years, long before today

Day 15. Info gathering

Another day sat front of a stale white screen
Preparing for packing, perhaps some iodine

day 14. Contemplating asia

Normality shudders and shakes underfoot
Above the air splits and defies to stay put

day 13. Transitions

The days keep creeping steadily on
friends in the doorway don't stay long

day 12. Frankton Markets

Sign smeared with slather from a five year old
Says for two token dollars time-spent life is sold

day 11. Lapse of memory

a content less verse is banged out in haste
least a hundred day venture is lain to waste

day 10. chorus in my head - john butler

wooa, o, o, ooo, o, o, o ,ooo, Trying to sleep again, fill in the head again.
wooa, o, o, ooo, o, o, 0 ,ooo, Trying to sleep again, I can't help listen-in.

Day 9. video retrospection

No target in my hand today, No bullet in my belt
Its hard to think I fell that way, threw stars ahead of self

Day 8. Nieces Geography Lesson

Heart pangs long, little legs claim my waist
At the gently timed mention of our going away

Day 7. Some Introspection

Back in the family with four walls confined
See nature and nurture I'm forced to call mine.

Day 6. returning voyage

An uninspiring road back home
Leaves little left to rouse a poem

day 5. Biancas birthday

A flagon for the rum and a felt eye patch
foul treasure in the cabin-et, bottom of the batch

Day 4. lessons for the little ones

Tying knots in balloons so the air stays in
Neck wrapped tight cuts the cir-cu-la-tion

day 3. Trade me purge

Objects gathered from the years gone by
Sold for a dollar, that the rent comply

day 2. early morning

Sleepless nights in a pay parched bed
Storm spoke of rain, served spit instead

day 1. The beginning

In a cluttered room the road begins
While the way ahead turns within