What is one love?
Was it ever yours or mine?
Has it been within our time?
Has it been just one great lie?

Lennon, Marley, Hendrix, whatever the suffix
they were referring to something but
was it only they? the greats who
were sensationalist enough to experience
the greatest feeling known?

No.

But what we're told and sold
is like that crappy bear that spoke
which you gave to a girl when 15.
The one you tore apart and re-recorded
when you realised that lust
can be misplaced or sordid.

We have love.

From the stranger the other side
of the planet, the pavement, the tree,
the car-pool, the old fool who knows
no better about who or what he is

but in some strange twist of life
you co-exist.

That is love.

It dies with your ability to accept or resist.

White Temple, Golden Triangle

After a relatively simple 3 hour trip to Chiang Rai we arrived at night and booked in - moving room a few times because of invading ant colonies we settled in and went out for dinner. It's an interesting place historically but now seems to have the feel of a post goldrush ghost.. This improved in the day time but overall it wasn't our kind of place. We visited a hilltribe museum which made for some interesting reading having met the Kayans before. We visited Suriwun tea shop to and sampled a few varieties and learnt a fair bit thanks to Meow - it was all grown at their farm only a few km away so we asked if she could help sort out our transfer to Chang Khong, visiting the farm, the White Temple and the so called Golden Triangle.

Next morning we set off from Chiang Rai with our driver Chai. First the White Temple - Wat Rong Khun - the Thai equivalent of the Segrada de Familia.. Aiming to be finished by 2070 it's an incredible building, eventually 9, and is very different from others around. With artistry put into every inch of the place and the artwork inside drawing on classic as well as very modern imagery (Harry Potter, mobile phones, Neo spacecraft, the WTC) it was beautiful whilst bizarre.. Moving on to the Suriwun tea farm, it was pretty cool to see. We were taken round the fields by Ning - Meows sister - where Akha tribesfolk did the picking, and then around the processing factory. Taking from 1-3 days to process after around 60 days growing this place puts out a fair bit. If you ever wondered about some of the process i've put a short video up, link at the bottom..
Next we headed way North to the 'Golden Triangle' so called as it was the heroine growing empire before the rises of Afghanistan and Mexico - and the US 'war on drugs' took its focus to the area it had helped create. The region is a crossroads between Laos, Burma / Myanmar and Thailand. It has since dramatically changed its agricultural outlook with government assistance - instead tobacco has taken the drugs place as a cash crop. We visited the Opium Museum there, taking in over 2000 years of trade routes, wars and troubles.. Fascinating stuff but it felt strange for a tourist area to have been made of what caused the focus on the land in the first place..
Around 6 or so months ago a 7.9 richter earthquake hit the area and its effects can be seen at the museum and especially at the next stop Wat Phrasing where the main Pacoda had lost its top 7m and was coated in scaffolding instead of grass.. It was interesting as in this town there were so many broken and worn old Wats that it seemed like a fairly natural process being undertaken.

After a long day travelling we arrived in Chiang Khong feeling much more at home than in Chiang Rai. After a small bit of confusion about which hotel we were staying at on the one street there, we settled and finally had a day to do nothing before catching the boat into Laos and down to Luang Prabang.. An early start friday was our only chance and even then we would be riding our luck..

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The Revenge having her forecastle blown up with powder to the killing of some men in the River, and the Dyamond’s being overset in the careening at Sheernesse, are further marks of the method all the King’s work is now done in. The Foresight also and another come to disasters in the same place this week in the cleaning; which is strange.

i be
the son of
woman and man

two hands
per stanza
ill-reflected

new lights
morphing
in genetics

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genetics in morphing
lights new reflected
ill stanza

per hands two
man and woman
of the sun
am i

there will always be something beautiful

in the beginning of writing.
seemingly repraising the creation of life itself
or as some might prefer to term the universe,
it is often easier just to give up
on what has happened thus far
and start afresh.

screw up the piece of paper, click the X,
set light to the touchpaper of thought
and observe as much as
you can perceive of the destructive act.

there are many elements that are unaffected
and many millions more that are; which will
have the greater impact eventually
can only be seen by those eminences themselves
and by this - whatever this might be.
the collateral by definition.

already by destroying thousands of works
without the blinking shred of deference
that might be wished for
there has risen from the ashes action that transcends
all of this. phoenixes of singed potential, chariots
of unslain, tanks affording asylia or a plane of finite measure.

the beauty of writing lies in not only the writer, but the audience,
as without them there can only be the idea of the idea,
the justification that never falters as it is never scrupulated
by more than one moral grey area.

and so, i suggest you do not panic atto.

I cannot imagine (sic)

Check yourself, don't wreck yourself.
Not like a tropical disease or conflagration of inevitability.

There are simply lessons I have not learnt.
To be honest, truthful and sincere to save being burnt.
To understand a gut wrench in the most physical of terms,
and the deflation of ego from covering anothers work.
I've known all, the proud, the tall, talented, confused,
bizarre, amused, obscure, demure and most of all beyond all else
deceived.

Unlike your favourite film where Denny & Sandy always make the next scene,
sometimes there are better things which you can see and believe,
I'm here. I'm real. I have truth and innocence, the ability to conceive
of new ideas and streams of flaunt-iousness likening that to unproposed rebortedness
I propose we abort all this and simplify methods to help aid & discover the true essence of will.
And yet..


already.
i've felt the need to edit this.