Splintered amongst the ashes of her burned

out passion lay the remnants of his heart.

The iniquity of love tears at the heart strings like a blackened harp of the soul; its tune a melancholic symphony for her apathetic passion that dies within him.

 

 

2008/2009 Manchester City Crest. A Taste of Thailand...

The one I love...
She opens my heart and fills it with a love I have never felt
She holds my hand through the cold, she warms my soul
She lets me believe that true love can happen, that it can be forever
She free's my mind, questions my beliefs and feeds me knowledge
She fills my ears with wise words and sweet conversations
She gives me comfort in the knowledge I can spend my life in love
She shows me her world, her memories, her secrets and trust
She allows me to open up, to share my thoughts and feelings
She kisses me under the morning sun
She walks with me to the bus stop, just for the extra seconds we can share
She knows my heart, she loves my heart, and I love hers
She falls asleep in my arms like a kitten as I kiss her softly through her dreams
She looks after me when I am ill, makes me smile through the pain
She takes me to a place that can never be described or seen, only felt
She is my love
She is the one
My only
My Ash

Distant shores they call for more
Footprints in the sand I thought
Walk hand in hand and kissing sweetly
Watching waves in summer seasons sea

 

Hearts meet in the morning tide
Water flows around our feet and I
Would fly for you a thousand miles
To wake up to your sunrise smiles

She scatters seed to ground

Its late when the springtime trees are found

She watches as they bare new life

Admires, tires as they bristle in the darkest night

 

She sweeps away the fallen leaves

And tends and feeds these growing trees

One by one they die and fall

But one tree stood amongst them tall

 

This last one its roots dug deep

Its branches made for her to sleep

It grew her fruit for her to taste

And stood by her through winters brace

 

One day she woke, the tree was gone

And in its place a man stood on

He held her in his branch like grip

And thanked her for the love. They kissed 

 

 

 

Shes the fading star I saw
falling through the sky I caught
With open eyes the sun did rise
She filled my world with perfect skies

"A mirage of hope dissolves in my eyes like the fading skyline of a finished day. Empathy turns to apathy with unheard words and unseen eyes. All is lost to time."

 

Time is an illusion of past, present and future. It surrounds and confounds us as it fills our life with purpose and understanding, and although measured through seconds, minutes and hours, these are little more than mans own attempt at definition.

 

The purpose we get through time comes from its limitations; we set our alarms, celebrate our birthdays and count down to the new year. We all have limited time available and our consistent awareness of this drives us further and further forward. We invent faster computers and faster cars, we race each other to be the fastest. This constant need for faster development is creating a society that is evolving not within the constraints of time, but because of the constrains of time; no longer following it, but making it.