Who I Am

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Who I Am?
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Humor is good for the soul. Laughter is humorous to the funny bone, so don’t hit the funny bone!

Live, laugh and laugh some more, at least till your stomach hurts. 

Don’t overly laugh,

then they’ll think your nuts and put you in a straightjacket.

 

Who I Am?

 

Who am I…

 

You may know me?

 

But you have no idea,

 

Who I am!

 

See me?

 

I’m there…

 

Inside you now!

 

Hear me?

 

– Shhh, listen…

 

See me again?

 

Right there, inside your mind!

 

 – Shhh, listen…

 

Hear me again?

 

– Who am I…

– Who I am…

 

Whoops…

 

Ha! Ha! 

 

Well, who… was…he? 

 

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Rel • e • vant

       Rel • e • vant 

 

     ~ Begin ~

    Commence

     ~ Intent ~

     Purpose 

      ~ Action ~

      Influence

     ~ Instance ~

    Illustration

    ~ Matter ~

   Experience

    ~ Evolution ~

   Evoke

    ~ Import ~ 

  Thought

    ~ Export ~

    Communicate

      ~ Continuous ~

     Perpetual 

   ~ Ring ~

   Reverberate

 

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Memories

Memories

 

 

 

In that moment when I felt your heart,

gently dancing with my soul.

 

I knew in that one moment,

that you had me true to whole.

 

Each tiny sparkling moment,

sweet memories of you.

 

Fills my heart with contentment, 

for someone my heart just knew.

 

 

 

©2019 | Creative Essence’s Creative Writing™ |William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved | The moral right of the author has been asserted |Year Posted 2008

 

Tides Are High

The Tide Is High

The tide is high,
as I look at the water and
the banks.

I wish I could take my troubles,
and throw them in the water.

Leaving the tide to carry them away,
far to the middle of the waters.

Yet knowing that this can not be done!

But it does leave wonder,
as to the imagination.

I see things floating,
wishing that this is my trouble that
I thrown to the waters.

But looking,
just a floating passing piece of bark.

©2019 |William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved | Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2001

What Does It

What Does It

What in life does it mean to be friends?

Is it worth giving a stranger a smile or hello?

What does it mean to lose, your heart to calis nature?

Is it because, we give up to life?

What does it mean,
to just lose how to love,
or care for yourself or another?

Is it just simply wanting to give up and die?

To this is what plagues me in my heart,
the struggle gets harder wanting to die!

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Sun Set

Sun Set

Come sit with me,
and watch the sun set.
Spend with me,
the last moments of life
this day.
There is a tear,
on the cheek of the horizon.
Life has gotten away,
again.
I have lost something beautiful,
something God-given…

And yet,

there is a voice I hear,
saying, tomorrow… tomorrow…

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The Still Voice

The Still Voice

Depth’s of His heart,
loves all people for
who they are.

The Still Voice talks,
but who is listening.

He weeps with sorrow,
because His children’s
gone astray.

The Still Voice talks,
but who is listening.

He talks once again,
to be astrayed to His land.

The still Voice talks,
but who is listening.

One said: I heard You talk to thee,
the love pours about.

The still Voice talks,
hence,
someone….. was…. listening….
©2019 |William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved | Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moral right of the author have been asserted | Year Posted 2006

Let Me

Let Me

Let me love you,
in all it’s form.

Let my heartbeat,
keep you safe and warm.

Let me be your,
forever and a day.

My life begins through,
everything you say.

Trust my soul as it
dries your tear.

I promise my love
I will always be here.

For one look- ~
For one smile ~-

Will say more than,
all words combined.

My soul was meant
to find you.

Here hold my hand,
I’ll show you how I feel.

Showering you with love happiness,
nobody can steal.

Let me fill you with my spirit,
no love can hide.

I’ll give you everything,
my hearts got inside.

You’ll never be,
unhappy in my arms.

You’re in my eyes ~
look and realize ~

I’d rather have you
without a future,
than a future without you.

Love is all I got ~
Love is so real ~

©2019 |William. P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved | Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moral right of the author has been asserted |Year Posted 2013

Me, Ole Friend

Me, Ole Friend

Sit down and rest my ole friend,
take a seat and find yourself.

Find yourself from,
the days journeys end!

You seem to have lost yourself,
somewhere along the way.

You look grawn and weary.

Trying to be somebody,
I wasn’t meant to be!

For other’s expectations,
for other’s eyes to see.

It’s in their hearts,
take a look,
can’t you see?

I can see you in there,
relax and breathe..

– Slow down –

– Look around –
what do you see?

Searching for who,
you’ve always to be?

-Me, an ole friend –

©2019 |William P. Darnell Sr.| All Rights Reserved | Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moaral right of the author has been asserted |Year Posted 2017

Desires Within Me

Desires Within Me

There are no regrets without you,
without us; for today never ends.

There are no tomorrow’s without you,
just ends left untied.

There are no boundaries to seek,
just love to be shared with each other.

There are no lies to hide,
only questions unasked.

There are no secrets to hide,
only sincerities from our heart’s.

©2019 |William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved | Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moral right of this author has been asserted | Year Posted 2002 | International ©2003

Sanctuary

Sanctuary
To my daughter,
Tiphanie Dawnette.

Crawl into my sanctuary,
and leave this world behind.
Open your heart and let me in,
then close the door of your mind.
Wrap yourself in my blanket,
as dark as the ocean’s deep.
Your tears gently sparkle,
like diamonds while you weep.
I will hold you tightly,
protect you from all that is wrong.
And when you long for comfort,
I will bring you a Phoenix’s song.
Don’t cry my flightless Angel,
your Halo still shines so bright.
Together we will find your wings,
and soon you will be in flight.
So to night, please be peaceful,
I know you are feeling weary.
So rest, wrapped up in my blanket,
inside my sanctuary.
Tiphanie:
I love you more today,
more than I did yesterday.
And I will love you even more tomorrow!
©2019 |William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved |Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2002 | International ©2003

Inspiration of Love

Inspiration of Love

R.I.P. Shannon Darnell

In the moment that I saw you,
somehow my heart just knew.

That I would have some kind of life,
filled with loving you.

In the moment that you touched me,
as you pulled me to your side.

Your arm slipped down around my shoulder,
my heart no place to hide.

In the moment that I touched you,
I felt your heartbeat beneath my hand.

The look I saw there in your eyes,
spoke a language I did understand.

The moment that you held me,
is somehow frozen in time.

A place of sweet contentment,
engraved is this heart of mine.

In that moment when I felt your heart,
gently dancing with my soul.

The things that it did to me,
had me love you true to whole.

©2019 |William P. Darnell Sr.| All Rights Reserved | Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2003 | International ©2003

The Mighty Oak

The Mighty Oak

Stand proud there mighty oak tree.
So tall for all the world to see.

With your mighty strength
and your undeniable beauty,
forever really an truly
really amazes me.

Though clouds set above you,
with your branches and limbs,
sprawling to the sky.

In search of the radiant essence,
that it counts on to survive.

©2019 |William P. Darnell Sr. | All rights reserved. | Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moral right of the author has been asserted. |Year Posted 2005 | International ©2003

Contentment

Contentment

Your embrace is filled
with sweetness.

Desires beneath they glow.

Delicious warm contentment,
the love that we both well know.

Your heartbeat feels like heaven,
a throbbing soft repose.

These feeling’s deep inside me,
continue’s everyday to grow.

Our souls unite in harmony,
our bodies joined as one.

The love I feel inside me,
is like holding heavens sun.

©2019 |William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved | Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moral right of the author has been asserted |Year Posted 2002 | International ©2003

Hurt

I hurt myself today

To see if I still feel

I focus on the pain

The only thing that’s real

The needle tears a hole

The old familiar sting

Try to kill it all away

But I remember everything

What have I become

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know

Goes away in the end

And you could have it all

My empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns

Upon my liars chair

Full of broken thoughts

I cannot repair

Beneath the stains of time

The feelings disappear

You are someone else

I am still right here

What have I become

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know

Goes away in the end

And you could have it all

My empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt

If I could start again

A million miles away

I will keep myself

I would find a way


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Stoked In

Stoked In

Stoked in low,
Stoked in high.

Try to reach up,
into that sky.

Your placement here,
had been just a passing.

It’s over now.
Life’s not that harassing.

Don’t look down.
To late to frown.

Come with me,
you’ll have a new town.

Never again
will I turn away.

Never again,
shall I stray.

I’m leaving now,
I’ll see you soon.

Come, let’s hurry,
it’s almost noon.

Give it a chance,
Give it a stance.

Look at you,
you’re in a prance.

Let me tend,
Let me bend.

It all comes to this,
my galant friend.

Show me now,
show me then.

This is how life goes,
this is the end!

©2019 | William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved | Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2016

Children

​Children


You came here children to save a marriage, 

that couldn’t be saved. 


You were delivered with all the hope, 

humanity can bring to a new day. 


You came and life was better, 

the childrens faces answered so many questions. 


You came expecting nothing, 

deserving the chances only we can give. 


You came, we failed! 


Now we must all see about tomorrow.




©2018Creative Essence’s Creative Writing™ | William P. Darnell Sr| All Rights Reserved | The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2003 | International copyrights 2003

In The Faces Of

A writing of a female in conversation with the opposite sex.

In The Faces Of

In the faces of love,

I have seen so little of life.

In the faces of love,

I have searched for expression,

have yet to come away with an answer.

And it seems I have been

turned away at last.

And the face of love

is long ago friend,

last seen too many.

Seasons hence,

but a sweet taste

of friendship lingers.

Like carved images of yesterday,

in the faces of the seasons of love.

©2019|William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved | Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2009

Every Day A Harvest

Every Day A Harvest

Every day a harvest,

every man, every woman, every child.

Looking back harvesting,

the trail of daylight for laughter,

brought from life.

The successes,

bring you joy,

happiness.

Stay away from the corners of despair,

for sometimes they can shame you.

The disappointments,

for they may only burden you.

Every day a harvest,

every man, every woman, every child.

©2019 |William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved | Creative Essence Creative Writing™ |The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2002

Rational Thinking

Rational Thinking

Rational thinking,
wise to choose.

It’s a little bit harder,
nothing more for me to lose.

Broken dreams,
broken hearts.

Broken wings,
my broken parts.

Rational thinking,
wise to choose.

It’s a little bit harder now,
nothing more for me to lose.

I’m struggling harder,
just to stay alive.

I’m struggling harder now,
just to say goodbye.

Rational thinking,
wise to choose.

It’s a little bit harder now,
nothing more for me to lose.

Please come fix me,
please fix me now.

Rational thinking,
wise to choose.

I’m struggling harder now,
nothing more for…me…to…lose…

©2019 |William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved |Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moral right of the author has been asserted| Year Posted 2013

Behold, a King

Behold, a King

It was as foretold in folklore,

the, “Greatest Story Ever Told”

Behold, a “light” that shines,

on the “One,” in the manger.

Displayed in a arua of “Peace.”

bonded to the roots of “Love.”

That the “child” that was born,

to a mother, that is adorned.

Became as foretold in folklore,

the “Greatest Story Ever Told.”

The “child” in that manger,

His Greatest quest,

has not yet.

The burdens of such a King,

taken upon Himself.

That He has so chosen,

to pay for our sin.

Well, He done it,

He paid it out of “Love.”

For that’s a true King,

know?

He gave His Life,

He gave it out of “Love.”