Near

Near

Excerpt

A night walk with an interest in a conversation, good wine with great friends enjoying life’s journey. 

 

 

How glad I am, 

to feel you near.

 

To have you as a friend,  

of common interest in mind.

 

To open up my heart to uncertainty,

 not too afraid for someone to see,

or too displeased to care. 

 

But one who peers with interest, 

rapt into the center of my soul. 

 

How pleasant here to feel your voice

role over me like the sea.

 

Light and fresh,

as a summer eve.

 

Whose thoughts draw

my anxious mind,

like a rainbow in the sky. 

 

Oh, the joy earned,

to gaze into a mind so pure.

 

A model of the ways, 

next to me as in life. 

 

Or just to rest in silence, 

savoring the tender tie. 

 

Oh to sit so close to a friend,

who knows all my faults.

 

And chooses still my side,

as a  true friend that listens

with their hearts.

 

Now to share that clean

unselfish flame,

of nearer inner bonds.

 

The soft aura rapt,

watching the evening’s sun. 

 

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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

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


Songwriters: Trent Reznor

Hurt lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

All Rights, © and ™ or ® trademakrs belong soely to their respective owners or company’s. In no part do claim any Rights to this song.

Special thanks to: Trent Reznor for a fantastic piece or art and writing.  And also to Johnny Cash for performing fantastically! Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd. For you making this happen. 

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

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.”

My Teacher… Life’s Memory

My Teacher… Life’s Memory

Mrs. Sandy Keichle

Being life to me….

life being to see….

A memory,

my teacher.

Can you see,

she believed in me.

A shadow passed,

now standing there.

Marking place being,

once being of life….

It’s true!

My teacher,

a memory,

that believed in me,

me for all things being,

she only to see in me…

Life being to see…

being life to me…

My, What a memory,

held in our hearts,

bonded from their start.

My Teacher…

A memory…

the fondest her being,

a memory,

my teacher.

Being life to me,

life being to see…..

Life being in me….

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

His Heavenly Land

His Heavenly Land

For human was born unto this world,

as He so chose to be.

This God of ours, now Jesus Christ,

is great Blessed love to see.

We build our homes and decorate too,

for us all to be.

The very ground you sit upon,

belongs to Him, not you or me.

As the wind blows softly,

through the leaves of trees.

The flower’s dance

mirthful in their beds.

The harvest of the field grow by day,

while the wind blows through their pads.

Seeing the harmony of the nature grows,

Mother land plays in this part.

Thus we see that God had made,

this great world we live apart.

©2019 |William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved |Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2004

Ole’ Angel of Mine

​Ole’ Angel Of Mine


To my dear friend,

Robin Hookie

May you R.I.P



I asked God to send me a miracle,

I felt your presence.


I asked God to touch my heart,

you smiled.


I asked God to send me a friend,

I got an Angel.


When I thanked God for sending me a miracle,

I was overwhelmed by your presence.


When I thanked God that He had

touched my heart,

you came over and stood beside me. 


When I thanked God for sending me a friend, 

and an angel appeared.


You turned and looked at me,

smiled and said hello.


Thank you Angel for being there!!


©2018 | Creative Essence’s Creative Writing™| William P. Darnell Sr.| All Rights Reserved | The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2001