Love's Journey

I wrote this poem for close friend and his wife for their wedding day. I hope that you enjoy it as much as they did.

- Robby Silk

Love’s Journey

Two travelers met on a fateful day,
And I, living an adventurous life;
Reflected long on the way
My travels would be forever changed this day,
By joining hands to start a new life.

Knowing that love works in mysterious ways,
And I, suddenly weary from my solitude
Let fate show me the way.
Oh, I asked a question that fateful day,
When our worlds combined, just us two!

Reflecting long on this anxious calm
I wonder where our future will lead;
Perhaps faraway places with coconut palms?
Yet knowing how life carries on,
Only our future has the wisdom to see.

A story only our love can tell;
We lived an adventurous life
Picking each other up when we fell.
When words run dry and love swells,
I’ll never forget when I first met my wife!
— Robby Silk




In my heart my will to live rages on. I am a warrior against your hate and oppression. My will is unbreakable, though my body is not. But my being goes far  beyond my flesh. It is at the root of my soul which cannot be touched. It will remain defiant for the remainder of time. Your hate will break upon the shores of our love.

It is body is has breathed its last breath. 

My spirit will rise from the valley of death. It cannot be hurt, it cannot be touched, it will remain unbreakable, defiant, and full of love. 

- Robby Silk

A single thread

A single thread 


...I would say to you, don't judge me by a single thread of my being. It may be tarnished, flawed, or broken; but I being a whole am so much more. We as humans have an amazing ability to find faults, but struggle to find the perfection that also lies within. Realize I am a collection of threads, a intricate loving being at my core. I am a blowing cloth in the wind. I may get caught and torn along the way, but it doesn't diminish from

who I am...what I am..what I can be...

Judge me as a whole, and not by the broken pieces I have left along the way. Learn from my mistakes, and remember me fondly... 

By: Robby Silk

My Heart

Endless Hope:

All little children, light up our lives, 

Light up the spirit in us all.

May all our troubles soon be gone

Those little eyes keep shining on.

By: Robby Silk


There are no words that can describe the feeling you get when your child smiles at you. No matter how many times you leave, come home from work, or go out their love for you can't be contained. The thing that is truly amazing is how they become a part of your heart. Their joy gives you a  satisfaction that is greater than any other experience on Earth. And that's when it hits you, and you realize that they are literally a part of you. 

- Robby Silk

The Zombie Night Time Story for Children

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Several weeks ago I was reading a very serious literary book about zombies, and I made a joking comment to my wife that I was going to write a zombie night time story for our son. As you can image she just looked at me, and that look said it all. So it was at that moment I thought to myself why not. So here is that zombie night time story guaranteed to give all little children nightmares! And for my loving wife all I wanted to say is that I could not have done it without you!


Your incredibly, amazing, awesome husband!

The Zombie Night Time Story for Children:

All little children jump into your beds,

I am going to tell you story about the living dead.

It starts off quite slow with only a few zombies here and there,

But soon they will multiply spreading endless fear!

The terror spreads fast, but they shuffle very slow,

So pray you don't break any bones so you can run... go, go, go!

Go and grab mother and father, and even your little sister too,

Remember to warn everyone or they will soon be coming for you.

Ghastly and ghoulish zombies are quite a horrible bunch,

If you let them get to close they will eat your skin for their lunch!

They may shuffle or crawl silently stalking it’s hard to tell,

Or they may come grunting and loud; a marching army, the living dead from hell.

So barricade, barricade, barricade your house,

Gather your weapons, the food, extra ammunition, and even your pet mouse!

The undead are almost upon you and now there is nowhere to go,

So fight on, fight on, and remember the undead cannot run they are very slow.

So take care and remind your dad to be steady and take good aim,

Conserve all your ammo by shooting them in the brain.

Down, down, down they all fall their rotting corpses litter the ground,

But do not celebrate too soon because zombies can come from every direction and all around.

They swarm like bees and overwhelm like ants,

And as they break through the walls you may begin to wet your pants!

Your defenses were not adequate, and now they have failed,

Now it's time for hand to hand combat so grab your hammer and forget the nails!

Swing, swing, swing for the stars, remember conserve your energy and smash in their brains,

Don't forget this rule and you may have a chance, and don't feel bad zombies don't feel any pain.  

You have a hammer, your father a bat, your mother has a crowbar, and your sister grabbed the pet cat!

She did not follow the rules; it's such a pity and a shame, and now she's a casualty of the zombie attack!

The ammo is gone; your defenses have failed,

You had a glimmer of hope, but you did not prevail.

The zombies are now everywhere they have overrun your house,

They are now eating everyone, even your pet mouse!

Crunch, crunch, crunch is the sound your bones make when they break,

Unfortunately you are now a victim of the zombie outbreak.

The end...

By: Robby Silk

Endless Hope


Endless Hope:
All little children, light up our lives, 
Light up the spirit in us all.
May all our troubles soon be gone
Those little eyes keep shining on.

- Robby Silk

A Mother's Love

A Mothers' Love:

It can be described as infinite and forever enduring.

Through natures eyes and God's design,

The love of a mother will forever stand the test of time.

Utterly unstoppable, enduringly immovable, and always faithfully reassuring.

- Robby Silk



I loved Yesterday...I love Today...And I will love Tomorrow.

I loved Yesterday because it contains the memories of my past, of who I am, and where I have gone.

I love Today because I can enjoy the success of my hard work.

I will love Tomorrow because it holds my dreams and possibilities of where I want to go.

By: Robby Silk



My energy is running rampant through my mind,

There’s no focus or clear way; I feel like I am running out of time.

I need a doctor I’m losing my focus and I’m almost out of time,

There’s a destructive quality to the rhythm of my mind.

A lantern placed in a prison without walls,

The light bleeds into these endless halls.

I’d take up these walls with open arms,

A relentless energy with no vision only threatens to harm.

The energy can be focused I’m picking these pieces from my mind,

Snaring these pieces with my pen I’m slowly building these walls I’ve lost to time.

The energy flows into my pen I can feel myself becoming whole,

I found therapy of my mind and guidance for my soul.

My dreams of yesterday used to show me a future of blind men,

Mightier then the sword my energy can now forever inspire recorded by my pen.

- Robby Silk


"A Hero"

He was a hero to the people and a leader for all men,

he lead a band of brothers into the devil's den.

On eagles wings he jumped into the blackest hour blood stained crimson red,

he lead his men until the job was done, and looked across the field at his brothers fallen dead.

On to victory he pushed; the bravest of the brave, he was a warrior within and had the dignity of a man,

He defines The Greatest Generation a selfless hero who fancied no fans.

Unwavering he did the job he was asked, he lead a band of brothers into the devil's den,

war does not make men great, but sometimes, war brings out the greatness in men.

- Robby Silk

Philosophical Thought of the Day


The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

 - Clement Clarke Moore