Picture courtesy of fatooome.deviantart.com
Oh for times less complicated
back when things were innocent
When we were young and uninitiated
into the ways of adult ignorance
That carefree way long gone now
as we all slave away in our chains
Looking for an escape, not knowing how
left each with our individual pains
Others anger and mistakes we do take
like punch-bags to our very souls
We take it because we’ll break
if we lose our place in the fold
Only our dreams keep us alive
fighting for them everyday
It’s for that that we do strive
letting others have their wicked nasty ways
Oh for all our yesterdays
when most of us were happy and young
No-one would us betray
or from us would they run
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...''
View all posts by Darren Greenidge
Caliburnus Rises 