Imagination is what makes us human
Differentiates us from the other life
It needs to be encouraged with a guiding hand
To take those buried heads from the sand
But most have their wings clipped
From others who have their ego’s chipped
From the bitter, the twisted, the lost
They’ll see others fail at any cost
They failed so why should others
They won’t make proud their fathers and mothers
Caring little for all else in life
They have no pity, no tears to cry
So they clip the wings of those that aspire
Grounded angels can go no higher
Here on earth they wither away
With the lost, the miserable in darkest days
Whilst the nasty ones who pushed them over
Are disgusted at them like no other
They see them as weak, their dreams worthless
Their wicked smiles give rise to mirth
But it’s they who are sad and lost
They the ones who have no cause
Dead inside, they destroy dreams
They will come undone, eventually, at the seams
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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