Picture courtesy of artcocktail.mallforarts.com For a few days now he has refused to move
this stubborn bull refuses to lose
In his anger and stupid reasoning
alcohol he consumes, to him pleasing
Enough he’s had of the bitter and nasty
their minds and words always ghastly
In wintertime and close to years end
the same old things he has to defend
He downs another brandy to warm his soul
not just from the winter, but from thoughts cold
He’s so very tired of all he sees
other people he feels he has to please
Then when he does something for himself
anyone would think he’s raising the devil and hell
Happiness for others has always been his way
but sometimes he would like his own day to be made
But the fight is always never far from him
and the temptations that lead him astray, to sin
But sometimes when all is quiet and still
he can see clearly his future to build
All he knows will be fine very soon
happiness and prosperity will be his boon
Now he walks home in the rain
the water washing away the pain
A warm bed and dreams await
with the latter, his future fate
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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