As you can see, I got bored with my theme, so I now have a bran spanking new one to accompany my latest upgrade of the wordpress backend; I always like to stay as current as possible you see ;p

Anyhoo - As promised Alan!!! Here is that photo taken waaaaaaaay back in the distant past just outside the farm. I think this was when we were around….actually I forget when exactly; but it was most certainly post primary school years.

It’s always funny when you look back at pictures so old, the main thing going through my head is…..what on earth posessed me to wear glasses like that and spike my hair when it was so long?! What a freak I was!!!

Oh Well….back to the current timeline, and not much happening other than me updating the blog a bit, although in other news, I have decided to enter a poem competition to write a Sonnet about Wellington; I’ll let you know if it gets anywhere - although I won’t be able to post it here until after the competition ‘obviously’

Right well…I’m off now; my work is done for the time being; blog ya’s later!

Do you ever sit up at night and wonder.  What happened to the Garden Thrush? Or the cheecky Robin?  Have you ever smelled the hazy waxen smell of the meadows?  Then in a blink it’s gone.  Replaced by a different kind of meadow, full of concrete daisys and prefabricated forget-me-nots…

I miss the beauty of the untouched countryside, unworked by man.  Filled with the potential mystery of children’s books and fairies.

I miss my first kiss.  In the summer breeze; of one such place.  Making both my head and my heart race.

I miss having no cares in the world, because I somehow knew the world would take care of me.

I miss playing man-hunt in the middle fo the night, in places I’m not supposed to be.

But most of all, I miss my emotions - because they above all else help me to find the other things I miss; they tell me I’m alive. 

Growing up, I always seemed to land on my feet.  No matter what luck follows me; for a long while I figured this for a blessing.  As I got older this turned into a curse; as the more I was “taken care of” the less in touch with what I truly wanted I became, and have become.  I look in the mirror; I know who is looking back at me, but I don’t know who that person wants to be tomorrow or next week or next year.

This has nothing to do with a crappy job, or a love life that to be frank is more and more fictional than Mills & Boon as the days and nights go on, this has everything to do with me. 

I need to find a way to wake myself up.  Not to reality; but back to my dreams.  As a child I had the most colourful dreams.  Now they are gone; and have been for so many years; I blew it. 

If I could have but one wish.  It would be to have my dreams back.

I’ve been thinking about all the poetry I write, and have written…and rather than let them sit and rot in a folder on my PC, I have decided to catalogue them, and publish them on a website for all to see and enjoy — Check it out here — > My Poetry

The human heart is a pandora’s box only to be opened by the very brave.  Trust me, I know of what I speak, for I have ventured close and still bear the scars to this day, deep down in the core of who I am.  I still remember my first “real” kiss although a rather rushed and clumsy affair to begin with - but all kisses since are compared to this, I wonder is that the same of all people? 

I’d really like to love as freely as this character called Cassanova, but alas; my heart is far from free.  Unrequited love is more than a curse.  It is a prison from which there seems no escape.  My trouble is this person doesn’t even know I exist; at least not that I know. 

If only I could work the magic of prose into a letter and win this heart over to mine?  Perhaps in the fairytale of my head this will happen, it’s a shame she isn’t the fairytale type.  Her head is in a different kind of cloud, almost a different wave length altogether.  I digress! Perhaps there will be more to reveal on this subject in time.  Though not for now…I will remain for the time being secretive and a hopeless romantic (clutching to what small bit of hope he still has); one thing I do know - the time will be right when I can light a room up simply with my smile…because it is without a doubt all about being the flame and not the moth.

This post is dedicated to all those out there who are hopelessly in love, and to those hopelessly searching like me. 

;P 

Oh! And in other news - It’s September…and only 12 days till the Ides, if your a Roman Calender freak…