The world is a small plane
The world is a small plane
I have travelled through the cluttered corridors of my tired mind countless times.
I have reached deep into the dark abyss of my captive soul and in that profoundly disturbing darkness, I went searching to find myself.
I heard the screeching of my soul in the claws of despair and surrender.
I was helpless held captive in the razor sharp shell, a prison with no bars.
My own prison created out of rebellion and fear.
The sun a dizzy circle behind the misty clouds,
like thundering waves lashing anger on the shore
I rose to find myself.
I have released my shackled soul.
No longer in the shadows of the gloom.
No longer in the emptiness of fear.
No longer do tears grace or stain my attractive face
instead, I have now travelled all over the place.
I hail from the birth of western civilization, of poetry,
hyperbole and Philosophy, and Sapphic love no less.
I have traversed the great expanse to the southernmost tip of Africa where two oceans the Atlantic and Indian meet.
That's where I grew up.
I lived in Cape Town,
where the penguins roam free on the boulders,
where Chapman's Peak and Table Mountain still stand proud.
London is now my home. It's is the pulse, my heart beat it's my city.
I love my London.
I have travelled through my memories to all the Places that I have been
and goodness gracious what have these two eyes seen?
I went to see the pandas eating bamboo leaves,
the famous statue of my Hero, Bruce Lee in Hong Kong.
I have sat under the hanger bridge,
snapped the Blue Mountains and watched the Tasmanian devil eat.
The Sydney Opera house is a must see.
The earthquake in Christ church 26 Dec 2010
left me paralyzed with fear
don't want to mess
with Mother Nature
when she shifts her gears.
Off to Akaroa on the boat
watching little dolphin’s
flick and frolic to and fro.
I saw the painted ladies
and travelled on the tram, my favourite city
I locked myself up in Alcatraz for a pic and had the best clam chowder first time in my life at the Fisherman’s Wharf.
I went to the Castro, Harvey Milk, I salute you. Thank you. RIP.
What splendid sight the Golden Gate Bridge,
it roared with movement under the strain of the cars.
I stood in awe under the majestic El Capitan
in the snow covered Yosemite's.
The discovery Cove in Orlando was out of this world a fond and unforgettable memory swimming with Capricorn the dolphin.
In the city of angels, LA I saw the stars digs and posed in rodeo drive
pretending to be Julia in the shops, ate at farmers market met Jesse Metcalfe, his pic on my wall.
Liberty inside her crown, I stood proudly
the harbour below profound
Empire State Building, Central Park
and the two twin towers, a memory fixed in my head.
I was there the year before they went down.
Atlantic City, to the casino of course. Trump Plaza I lost and at Caesar's palace, I replenished my dosh. I overindulged in shrimp.
Ice Blocks floated on the Atlantic sea. It was winter when I went there.
Chicago saw me meet my relatives, it was a nice time indeed.
Lake Michigan frozen covered in ice.
I wondered the Las Vegas boulevards, walking in and out of casinos
tempting my Lady
She did bring me luck.
I observed the fountains dance from the comfort of my room.
The iconic Bellagio.
And on this 6th trip there I finally made it to Freemont Street.
A reminiscent era, no doubt.
On horseback through red rock canyon with the Cowboys, I shall not forget.
The awesome Grand Canyon is high on my list.
But that little plane is quite scary like a fly hovering with two propellers in the sky.
The water Jacuzzi villas in the Maldives the blue of the Grand Bahamas, and pure white sand.
Florida for Micky, Miami too.
I have visited the ancient Mayan ruins in Chechen Itza,
tasted tequila and swam in the hidden cenotes of Mexico
I have acquired a taste for Mojitos.
I have seen the black bears in Banff,
and marvelled at the splendour of Lake Louise and her transparency
in the morning a reflection of the mountains in her mirror.
The thunderous applause
of the Niagra falls
had me floored.
I have crossed with excited trepidation the Capilliano suspended bridge and watched the magnificent whales in the open sea in Vancouver.
I have crossed the Rocky Mountains.
The sunset in Mykonos
Serifos, Zakynthos, Amorgos, Santorini and Crete shots of ouzo in Athens.
I have been to Rome, the Trevi fountain has my wish and coin,
The Colosseum was my favourite place.
The leaning tower of Pizza had me in stitches
as I tried with all the others posing for pictures
to hold her up.
Mona Lisa never smiled at me, I believe she has no teeth,
the best coffee I have had was under the Eiffel tower.
I been to Anne Franks in Amsterdam,
The silence still whispers
Sex and weed is served almost everywhere.
I have driven the snow mobile across blankets of white crusted ice,
proudly I have driven my sleigh with the huskies. I love dogs.
I have seen the northern lights, sky painted green, with hints of purple
Where the day is short and almost night.
Lap Land was another favourite of mine
Geneva was an attraction with the big chair, and all the flags.
United Nations and the WHO.
Chamonix made me dizzy it was so high,
the famous toblerone peak was clearly in sight.
I have watched the lava flow from
Mount Etna, walked on the volcanic rock in Lanzarote,
Had the best pizza in Sicily awesome Taormina my favourite spot.
Barcelona to name but a few.
I have clicked heels with the upper echelons of society,
Slept at the Ritz, The Savoy and the Dorchester,
I love hotels.
I have travelled through the corridors of my cluttered mind
and most of all I cherish all our memories of all the places visited with
my love by my side.
My corridors are filled with awesome fun,
my darkness is lifted it is now full of sun.
I have enjoyed clearing my mind,
my dream to travel the world
I have managed to make a reality
it has taken some time.
The world is but a small plane.
Copyright © Klio Tsitsikroni | Year Posted 2017