Darren Lynch is a twenty three year old student from Dublin , Ireland. Currently living in Germany. Darren has only recently got into poetry and is working towards his first collection titled The Neighbourhood of Madness. The work produced by him is a reflection of his life experiences and interest in the subconious thought. Darren has a background in music and is currently the lead singer of his band falling purple. More material of his will be made availble through his instagram @thedarrenlynchexperience in the upcoming weeks.
The Dance of Eventide
Jewelled succession The gentle awake In honour of carefully laid streams The morrow lives now Reason in the clenched Now illuse Rapture of peace bounding an eternal youth Promised pleasures fabled so rich In sanctuaries of light The moment time bells shall ring in clear heighted echoes liberating The sign of chosen escaping in the structured labour fields The hands torn in messaging To find entry in new begining love brings well Mended in the wide smile Perched in the colours to find us We can leave cold obedience ode in the creed of life Dressed in touched heaven To witness the immaculate dawn Images of evoking filmic perception arise Loosely gathered in warm feast To dance through eventide The soul welcomes night An assembled prospering to roam In the reason of radiant dreams.
The Inquisition of Mockery
Liberated flickr of passion in lights Come awake to a scent of dreams To the voices come above Redeem us now in the scream of sleep Blood stained toros of the saints of time Ensuing words on the virtue forlong To be ordered procession In a scripture of good death Wishes to hold you A clouded mystery in a gift of embodied life To be queued in the vanity of rainfall skies Is surely not to be the doggedly gained banquet Of the nourished fire to whiter the commotion of night The cynical reason of oh mind Longs to be truthful resolve In a wet tongued grog infested advent To be stated depths of the wild seas For in wisdomed soaked wreckage of canvas of wishful men At liberty a childlike release For the glory of claim To live on in the handheld conceal Perpetually shadowed in surrounds The magnificent feat In evasive mockery