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Sunday, December 28, 2014

Life Clock

Tick Tock
So says the clock as life slips 
We are but a collective collection of 
shared events
The moments spent 
Less real
Less tangible
Than those 
spent in the company
Of others
Tick tock
The remaining number of days in constant shock
Dropping by one with each morning breath of air
Dropping by two with those cigarettes
Dropping by 10 with high cholesterol
Dropping by 6 with this cheeseburger and fries
Dropping by 2 with this glass of beer
Increasing by 4 with this hour a week spent in the gym
Increasing by 12 with the love of a good woman
Increasing by 1 by taking the stairs
Increasing by 20 because I can afford medicine
Dropping by 18 because of that time in the desert
Increasing by 30 because I look forward to seeing you
Dropping by 11 when I fell alone

Tick tock
Time won't stop

Sunday, November 2, 2014

If you let it

Life will be good to you
If you let it
We are merely a collection of moments
Centered in an individual and collective
Drifting on planes
In space in time
Every intersection is an opportunity
To make a good moment
To experience the joys
Of waking life
Life will be good to you
If you let it
Never regret
Or worry about missed opportunities
Or broken dreams
Focus on the next
Focus on making better decisions
Life will be good to you

If you let it

Monday, October 27, 2014

Shades of Pale

Sand and stone
Dust and debris
This is my home
Next to the sea

Elusive calm
Fills the air
Home of Islam
And camel’s hair

This life is severe
In fact, extreme
Hope disappears
Leaving only regime

Nothing can explain
The desolate scale
Or certain disdain
For these Shades of pale

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Drink More Water

She sends me a message
Every morning wishing me a good day
A selfless act that shows the consistency
Of new love

Her concern for my well being
Is only exceeded by her thoughtfulness
“Drink more water” she utters
As though I am on the verge
Of being consumed and destroyed
By this desolate desert
My provisional home

I know that she really wants to say
Please take care of yourself and
Don’t let that place change you
Stay hydrated and uncontaminated
Keep your youthful spirit
Return to me the same or better
Than when you left

I message her back-

“I’ll drink more water”

Friday, October 24, 2014


Her presence – angelic 
A visual representation of music
Every subtle move
A note worthy of Beethoven
And my thoughts are woven
Between the fabric of her dress
And the texture of her smile
She has the hands of a woman
Who has worked hard 
Her life is not
And was not her own
Always the writer of
Another’s song
Sung deep and low
A note held long

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

That Time I Moved to Bangkok

The June heat of North Carolina had just started to kick in. Humidity was on the rise. Grass needed to be cut. Mosquitoes were swarming, and the call of the road was beckoning once again. I was only in NC 3 weeks since my job in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia ended. Yet it seemed like a lifetime.

I love almost everything about Charlotte, NC. But being back home and not working proved to be somewhat difficult for me. I missed life as an expat like a puppy misses its owner. My time in NC was divided between visiting friends and family and looking for the next adventure. Before long, I was offered a job at Saipanya Rangsit School in the suburbs of Bangkok. 

On July 2nd, I boarded a Singapore Airlines flight with a final destination of Bangkok’s Suvarnabhumi Airport.

Anyone who has traveled in SE Asia has probably passed through Suvarnabhumi Airport in Bangkok. It is the regions cheapest international hub and offers reasonably priced flights to most corners of the globe.  The airport handles around 53 million passengers a year.

After navigating my way down endless corridors and moving sidewalks, I exited customs with my bags and grabbed a taxi for the city. My first week or so in Thailand was just like all of my other visits here. I spent time in the “foreigner ghetto” area of Sukhumvit. 

The area is a mix of expats from all over the world and resourceful Thais who are skillful at making a buck from these foreigners. There are bars, night clubs, street markets, western food places, and numerous hotels from 1 to 5 stars. By American standards, the area is super cheap and exciting.

 However, the following week I started to learn what true Thai life is like. I found an apartment a few km beyond Don Meaung Airport and only 5 minutes from my new job location.  This was my inductions to living in a true Thai lifestyle, albeit with most of the conveniences that locals could not afford.

My apartment was rather simple. There was a queen sized bed, two windows, a bathroom with a shower, a small balcony, lcd tv, a few small tables, a mini fridge, and a breakfast table and chairs by the window. The building is brand new, so everything was in nice working order. My place was on the 6th floor.  On the first floor there was a 24 hour 7/11. Very convenient.

Just outside my apartment there were about 20 or so food vendors offering the most delicious items I could imagine.

This is a look down my street or Soi in the suburbs of Bangkok.

 I love the Thai use of plants and water.

 No shoes in class!

 Endless supplies of exotic fruits.
 I even had a chance to eat scorpion.

 And I was always eating grilled squid!