Picture courtesy of almostfamous1983.wordpress.com A voice rings from
the past
Talking of change
and desire
Wanting freedom
from constraints
Invisible shackles
drawing blood
His voice weary,
tired and strained
A lost soul he feels
he is
Wandering on a
foggy path
Trying to find a way
through it all
His search has been
long
Fruitless mostly he
feels
With some sparks
of genius
That gives rise to
hope for more
Soon he knows
he’ll leave
For pastures
new
Stayed long past
his time
Gone stale in
all his hopes
As he tells his
friend
He feels better
for it
Knows that all
will be fine
Patience is a
virtue he knows
His friend though
sees his life mirrored
Seen all he’s said
reflected back
Knows he too
must do likewise
Before he gets
trapped
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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