Welcome to my RU-vid channel, where the art of words intertwines with the visual medium, creating a captivating journey through the depths of human experience. I am an Irish poet, a Veteran, a cancer survivor, and a father, and these facets of my life uniquely shape my writing style.
Through the power of poetry and spoken word, I explore the profound themes of love, life, death, and the struggles that we encounter in our everyday existence. Each verse is meticulously crafted to evoke emotions, provoke introspection, and inspire a deeper understanding of the human condition.
Combining the mesmerizing beauty of Ireland combined with Spoke\\Written word, I invite you to join me on this poetic voyage.
Welcome to a sanctuary of words, where poetry, spoken word, and videography converge to illuminate the profound depths of our shared human experience. Jamie
Nobody Loves like an Irishman...no truer words have been spoken. Only I never knew. He never told me while he was still here. But he tells me every day in many ways...through people like you.😢🎶🍀🇮🇪💚🎁
Grief wears many coats, though physical death is one of those, it is not the only form of grief there is. The loss of a loved one to an ideology that requires them to discard those who love them deeply, to the point where they feel the need to trash everything that was shared is equally devastating. Having known both kinds of loss, these words reach deep.
Both because freedom you have the power to do and go anywhere. Loliness it's different and difficult because you feel no one will ever love you and that my friend is when you learn to love yourself because there is no other choice 🙏🏼
Neste vídeo eu vejo claramente a linha do horizonte, o lugar onde um dia todos nós nos havemos de despedir deste mundo e abraçar a eternidade. Suas palavras deixaram-me em lágrimas ❤
My mom died on June 24th 2024. My long time friend sent me this poem. It's the closest thing to describe how it feels. My mom had terminal cancer. I knew it was coming. But nothing could prepare me. Nothing I could do to plan or expect. I have never felt anything like this ever, the closest person I've lost before now is my uncle and we weren't super close. But that still broke me. Losing my mom is so hollowing. Thank you for this poem!
You love them and make “work arounds” to help them…..that’s what you do and when it’s time to say goodbye, you stay with them so their transition is not scary. That’s what you do😢
What a peaceful morning environment to wake up to! Internalizing the calmness and the power from the soft noises to own the beautiful summer day. You, water, are the strongest and the softest at the same time. Embracing you day and night and melting in your arms gives me breath🌿💧. This feeling of togetherness is my strength to win the world 🙏. Have a great day and a wonderful weekend!
Copper and Tod 🌸🥰🥲 well, they never stopped loving each other and they do find each other again in the end I think 🤔. Disney usually finds a way. I think this may be partly why Americans have such a hard time with tragedy. 🤗♥️
