Poem - The voice behind your eye

The voice behind your eye
By Alexander Hewitt

Tis a story
That is true.
One so told
From me, to you.

A tale that's held
Behind your eye,
So hold it tight
And do not cry.

For eyes are doorways
To the soul,
And tears a carriage
To their goal.

And demons held
Behind such walls
Must never darken
Others halls.

It's sounding grim
But do not fear,
Just smile a grin
From ear to ear.

Block the pain
Behind your heart
And let it fester
From the start.

Feed the beast
In all it's glory.
Feel it grow
In might and story.

Do not let
The others see.
Do not show
The pain in thee.

Do not gather
Help from them.
You don't need it,
Root nor stem.

Relax and let
The darkness grow.
Why should you fight it?
You're too slow.

And in the end
When you're alone,
And you realise
How I've grown...

When tears have left you,
Friends have gone,
And nothing seems
To light your song...

That voice that brought you
Misery...
You will find,
That voice was me.

You and I
Have much to do.
So say goodnight.
This time, it's true.

Eastern europe adventures, and the meaning of cool.

Wow, what an incredible trip its been! Through Romania, Moldova, and into Transnistria, a country that the international community says doesnt exist, that uses a currency not listed on thr stock exchange,where east and west meet in secret, an noone really knows what's going to happen.
It's like walking into a soviet twilight zone. The main streets are covered in beautiful buildings, hiding the far more disshevelled (though still very cool) back roads. In the end though, it is incredible, the people are incredible and they love their country, whetheror not others agree it exists.

I've long held the belief that 'cool' is not a popular vote, it is a personal one. If you think something is cool, then it is. Otherscan disagree with you, (and act accordinly) but they dont get a vote in your world, only in their own.
You like it, you rock it. That is cool.

So on an international stage, the people of Transnistria have their problems (Name me a country that doesnt?) But the way they love the patch land they call home, where monopoly's can rule, where coins can be plastic (Google them,they're beautiful) and where people smile just as wide as anywhere else when they meet a new face, invite you into their home, and share the wealth of fruits from their garden, that is cool.

From the beauty of Romania, the winefields of Moldova, intrigue of Transnistria, we enter Ukraine. Hot spot of eastern europe.

Adventuresto be had.

From the wrong time,the wong place,but maybe the right hat,

- Alexander Hewitt

Romania, First impressions

So, my first taste of Romania.
Not quite what I expected, I will say.
First of all, DAMN IT'S HOT.
Actually its not too bad, mid 30's C, (Google did warn me about this, I'm sure one day I'll listen)
but oh do I miss an air conditioner in the humidity...

Flying in, it seems like a land where nature has not quite lost the fight for dominance. The victory of Man over tree is certain, but the battle yet rages, the pockets of trees blanketing the landscape are still holding on, while their enourmous cousins still fight on the fringes. Swathes of forest lie between the farmlands and cities, parts of Bucharest itself is covered in vines, slowly smothering the walls, street lamps and powerlines into a true urban jungle.

The city, Bucharest, reminds me much of cities in Africa, and South America, the space between buildings, the degradation and construction, the graffiti hidden in the alleyways. Yes, this is partially the European architecture, but i had the thought of unity between them, not as simply buildings, but as the humans who live here. These cities flow into such similar shapes, because at the very core of them live the same species of biped ape, divided by culture, distance and language, but united by who they truly are. They are human, and these cities, are their creations.
It struck me as oddly comforting as we drove through the streets of Bucharest, beneath the vines. This wasnt a new or strange place any more. This was  just another city, beautiful and strange in its own unique ways, yet eternally familiar all the same.
And for humans thay built it, or those wandering through, this is a home.

So, hello to country no. 45, I wonder what you have in store for me tomorrow.

From the wrong time, the wrong place, but maybe the right hat,
 - Alexander Hewitt

The First Post

Hey there, and welcome to the blog!

This is still under construction, just a test post to get things going while the final hurdles are all sorted out.



Thanks, I'll hopefully be joining you here soon!


From the wrong time, the wrong place, but maybe the right hat,

-Alexander Hewitt