Spirit of Life

Spirit of Life

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A precious gift, one where some take it for grant it. It’s a blessing to be given it. Good or bad, right or wrong, light or darkness, all are needed for balance, harmony. Goes back as far as our technologies can take us back. Is the other life out in the universe? I, myself, believe there are other life forms out there. Look at it like this, the animals and reptiles, are other forms of life. The fish in the oceans are other forms of life.

Are there other forms of life? Absolutely yes there is, and not just on this planet, but other planetary systems as well.

 

Spirit of Life

 

We start as mear creatures.

Bloom to the lust of the flesh. 

Flower to the act of love.

 

 

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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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Near

Near

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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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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

 

It Has To Be

It Has To Be




Right down the line,

the spark of a little hope,

someone is reminded.


Don’t forget about tomorrow,

as I heard a man say.


I remember when tomorrow

was not a word in my vocabulary, 

only for that day.


We come back to tomorrow’s promise.


Must be God-given,

must be, has to be.


Change comes always,

with it hope.


And the new ways,

God-given, has to be.



©2018 | Creative Essence’s Creative Writing™| William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved | The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2002

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

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 –

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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

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

Easter to Enjoy

Easter To Enjoy

Jesus came to earth,
to show us how to live.

How to put others first,
how to love and how to give.

Then He set about His work,
that God sent Him to do.

He took our punishment on Himself,
He made us clean and new.

He could have saved Himself,
calling Angels from above.

But He chose to pay our price for sin,
He paid it out of love.

Our Lord died on Good Friday,
but the cross did not destroy.

His resurrection on Easter morn,
that fills our hearts with joy.

Now we know our earthly death,
like His, is just a rest.

We’ll be forever with Him,
in Heaven, where life is best.

So we live our lives for Jesus,
think of Him in all we do.

Thank you Savior,
thank you Lord,
help us love like You.

©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

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

A Walk

A Walk
Come with me
let us take a walk.
With balmy breezes,
the boldly grounds.
My willow tree,
that shades it’s path..
Standing there,
stretching it’s branch..
Touch me where,
I ache the most.
Show’s the least,
love’s you the most.
Touch me there,
stay with me.
Share my twilight,
a memory.
A shine that
warns off the heat.
Turns to the dawn,
sweet memory…
Touch me there,
stay with me.
A sweet taste,
pure memory…
©2019 |William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved | Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2016

Parker Solar Probe A Successful Launch.. 

Parker Solar Probe Launch A Success! 

Today August 21st, 2018 at approximately 3:31a EST, this morning, the Parker Solar Probe launched for the sun’s atmosphere. The second mission of its kind going to the sun’s corona to analyze the atmosphere. In 12 weeks it will be to the sun’s corona where the satellite starts it’s a seven-year mission to collect data of its atmosphere. In six weeks it will cruise past Venus, the no turning point in its mission.

Parker Solar Probe will travel at speeds to over 430,000 miles per hour and make 24 laps around the sun from a distance of 3.83 million miles away. This would be the corona of our sun, analyzing its atmosphere, and sending this data back to NASA. It’s the fastest satellite ever to be built by man and the closest we have ever come to the sun. Last time we sent a probe to the sun was in 1976 coming to a distance of 27 million miles away. The distance from the earth to the sun is an astonishing 93 million miles.

This mission, if it survives it’s blistering heat conditions, a staggering 3-4 million degrees Fahrenheit at the sun’s surface, (up to 27 million degrees Fahrenheit at its core), and at 3.83 million miles away, temperature’s of over 2,500° Fahrenheit will go down in history! The satellite has a heat shield of 4.5 inches thick, protecting it and it’s instruments from the blistering temperatures of 2,500° if not hotter and higher.

An hour after launch at 4:31a, it separated from its thrust rocket’s and is now embarked on its seven-year journey. Congratulations to a successful launch NASA, John Hopkins University and to Dr. Eugene Parker, 91, and everyone that played part in a job well done on a fantastic journey to understand the majestic Star of our solar system and galaxy.

Parker Solar Probe is the first of it’s kind to be named after a person which is Dr. Eugene Parker, 91 and the man that initiated this project and mission.

Written by William Darnell Sr

Aug, 21st, 2018 5:32a EST.

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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

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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

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