Deep Dark Thought

An imaginative write if I were to lose my wife this would be the emotion backing it. LoL, she did not die! LoL, although I am still crying.

Cups For Two Poem

A Shadow'd Note Poem

This poem, it's not just words for me, it's a piece of my heart. It's me reaching out, hoping to touch someone out there who's stumbling in the shadows, on the brink of letting go. If that's you, let this be your spark in the night, a tiny beacon when all else fades to black. Know this: you're not treading this rugged path solo. I'm right here, ears open, ready to share in your journey, hoping beyond hope that my words might light up your world, even if it's just for a moment, for just one person. Let these lines be where we connect, a little nook in the universe where you feel seen, heard, and maybe, start to mend.

Hold On, Kiddo Poem

Written in Dew Poem

Dive into the captivating world of the "Salt Whisperer," a poem that echoes the soul-stirring calls of the sea, transcending beyond mere sound into the realm of profound emotion. This recital invites you on a lyrical voyage across the boundless blue, where each line unveils the intimate bond between a sailor and the vast ocean.

Salt Whisperer Poem

Dive into the heart of a dense forest with our latest short film, "Under the Pines." Here, the towering pines stretch their shadows far and wide, and the air is heavy with the earthy scent of nature. This story unfolds through a deeply moving dialogue between a father wolf and his young daughter, a lamb. Together, they explore themes of life, fear, survival, and the relentless passage of time.

Under The Pines Poem

Welcome to "EmberBound," a poetic journey of love beneath the ember-burning skies. In this heartfelt visual narrative, we explore the depth and beauty of a love that transcends time.

Ember Bound Poem

Hi everyone,

I'm excited to share with you my latest poem, "Love in Ashes." This piece is incredibly personal to me, and I hope it resonates with anyone who has ever experienced the pain of heartbreak. In this poem, I explore the intense emotions and lingering questions that follow the end of a cherished relationship.

Love In Ashes Poem

The Root of Being Poem

The Song That Remains Poem

I Sink and Slide, No Repeat Poem

 I collaborated with my daughter to bring it to life—not just as a poem but as a cinematic MP4. Together, we shaped the sounds, the pacing, and even the whispers and ad-libs to create something immersive and emotional. It was an incredible experience, blending our creativity together and exploring this world together.

God's Tired Eyes Poem

Beaneath The Breath Poem

Mayonaise Mixology

Scream in a Glass Poem

I decided to try a run down detective as a character at his whit's end. I was deeply inspired by: The Soft Parade By: The Doors! I hope you all enjoy!

Nocturn's Riddle Poem

I’m the snarl of tar choking a broken vein
A voice that grinds glass underfoot

Born where light drowns, gagged and blind
I chew the quiet, spit black-stained soot

A jagged den to sharpen my teeth

Forty winters welded me to the pit
A hulking echo stitched from beneath

I rule the silt, the damp, the dread
Where light falters and hope has fled
I’ll claw the black, carve my name
In this pit, I’ll stake my claim
Serrated growl, a voice that rends
Through the hush, the silence ends
Unbowed, I stand, forged from meat
Ruler of the dark, this throne my seat

I’ve prowled where the lost choke on their ribs
Laughed at the stutter of a dying stare

Glared down the nothing, bit its throat
Tasted the damp rot hanging there

Let the brittle clutch their flickering husks
I’ll claw the black ’til it bleeds my name

My voice, a fist smashing the hush
A serrated growl to gut the tame

I rule the silt, the damp, the dread
Where light falters and hope has fled
I’ll claw the black, carve my name
In this pit, I’ll stake my claim
Serrated growl, a voice that rends
Through the hush, the silence ends
Unbowed, I stand, forged from meat
Ruler of the dark, this throne my seat

I am the black, a slab unbowed
Ruler of silt, of damp, of dread

Let the sky gag, let the frail ones bolt
I’ll rasp alive when they’re all dead

I am The Black Poem

Narrator:
The deck quakes, splintered planks groan as brine surges in, and a hellish curse claws the escaped souls back beneath the gale.

Pirate Captain:
Arrr, behold yon Reaper’s maw, a dread grin o’ sharpen’d bone,
Jagged teeth that drag marrow from ribs to marrow’s throne.
It snaps wi’ th’ crack o’ brittle skulls, gore sprayin’ like cursed ale,
Green embers dance in hollow sockets, gutting night wi’ pale.

Narrator:
Lanterns gutter, baring phantom limbs writhing to be dragged back into Hell’s maw.

Pirate Captain: 
‘Round its crown o’ shattered skulls, their sockets drip wi’ rot,
Tongues flop like kelp in tidal churn, each eye a battered blot.
Bones swing on bloody strings, carrion once hale an’ whole
Now quake ’neath the ashen moon, where death’s foul currents roll.

Pirate Captain: 
The brine’s a graveyard, limbs adrift, ye piss-stain’d arse, ye bilge-rat spawn.
Yer screams be lost t’ the gale, ye worthless, barnacle-faced scum.

Narrator: 
A banshee wind wails, lost souls begging not to be dragged back into hellfire.

Pirate Captain: 
Yet mark me, worm-ridden blight, cockroach-crawl’n spawn o’ Davy’s depths,
I’ll ne’er bow nor crack nor yield, nor choke on yer mangled breaths.
I’ve cleft more skulls at waterline than yer nightmares dare t’ dream,
An’ I’ll gut yer bleedin’ carcass for Davy Jones, ye feather-brained bilge fiend.

Pirate Captain: 
So shove yer gaze into th’ depths, where ice an’ salt conspire,
I’ll rip yer maw, bone by blasted bone, an’ snuff yer dyin’ fire.
I be th’ Rift’s unbroken scourge, unyieldin’ ’til me final blast,
An’ ye’ll choke on this last bloody curse, damned spawn, ’til yer last.

Pirate Captain:
“Begone, ye bilge-suckin’ bastard. I’ll gut ye ’til yer entrails sing.”

Narrator: 
Only the madman’s dying curse remains, as the storm swallows him.

Dread's Tide Poem

In the intricate interplay of pronouns, where "I" blends into "we" and "we" dissolves into "us," I find myself standing alone, a conundrum wrapped in the web of solidarity. The language around me promises a collective sanctuary, yet within its clutches, I remain distinctly singular.

("No man is an island... but aren't we all surrounded by seas?")

Why, then, do I feel isolated in this sea of plurality? Words spin a narrative of connection, a story where individualities merge seamlessly into a collective journey. But the story unravels at the edges; the chorus fails to echo my voice. This connection, fragile and fleeting, slips through my fingers like a sunset fading into the night.

("This too shall pass... laugh... what if it lingers?")

My loneliness stems not from a lack of company but from the spaces within that remain empty, echoing with the solo of an "I" that finds no harmony in "we." In the domain of "us," my voice seeks its reflection, longing for a resonance that grasps not just the syntax of togetherness, but the poetry that animates each soul uniquely.

("Alone I sing, together we soar... yet, do we ever truly fly?")

If "I" is part of "we" and "we" belong to "us," then my solitude is a paradox: a silent cry amidst a concert of voices, a quiet rebellion against the illusion of unity. My solitude isn't shaped by the absence of others, but by the pursuit of an "us" that can truly understand the depth of an "I." Here, in the stillness, I seek not merely companionship but communion.

("Together we stand, divided we fall... hmm... if that's true... then who hears us when we whisper?")

The Space Between I and We Poem

In the hush of cracked walls and faded paint,
Where your voice once carved lessons into the silence,
I stand, a shadow of the boy you raised, (Raised)
Grasping at fragments that crumble like brittle leaves.

(No I need them!)

Your hands, weathered by a lifetime of unspoken sacrifices,
Mapped the edges of strength and tenderness,
Now their absence presses hard against my chest, (My Chest)
A weight I carry with every breath I take.

(Dont take my breath)

By the lake, where the dawn whispered promises,
You taught me how to find stillness amidst the storm,
Now I skim my hand across waters that cannot hold you,
Reaching for a reflection that was stolen by time. (Whisper: No time)

The years unraveled too quickly, threads pulled loose by the wind,
Taking with them the moments I didn’t know I’d need,
I grew taller under your gaze, but now I bend beneath your absence,
Alone under a moon that offers no answers.

(Whisper: Answer me)

But I have finally realized something,
Something... that stings more than I can bear to admit...
I have only known you for a fraction of your life,
And now I must remember you... for all of mine. (Whisper: All of Mine)


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I'll Carry You Poem

I love playing with words, finding new ways to put them together to express what I feel. I hope my poems encourage others to share their feelings openly and honestly. My aim is to paint pictures with words, making them sing in a way that touches everyone's heart and mind. Through my poetry, I want to create moments that everyone can see themselves in, exploring emotions and thoughts that connect us all.