Grassmarket in Edinburgh by Darren Greenidge at caliburnusrises.co.uk
A few stragglers walk the streets Some avoid all they meet Whilst most stay in, safely locked away Others not listening to what government’s say
The sun shines bright, Spring arrived Temptation to mingle, to feel alive But carriers all, potentially are we Grim Reapers all, death we take to thee
We don’t learn, until it’s too late So begins the games of blame and hate Racist views and a lack of understanding This the way from our very beginning
We’re our own worst enemy I fear We always know best, truth falls on deaf ears And the dead you helped to kill You pass the buck, saying it’s not real
It’s always someone else, never you What the hell, what’ve you to lose? You’re alright Jack, nowt wrong here What have you got to fear?
And as the dead pile on high And tears fall from the sky We all wonder when this will end Until, I think, the fools listen to what’s said
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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