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Drowning in everything I never wanted

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Dreams

Can you ever dream
sleeping in a place where you never wake
conscious oblivion,
standing in a moment you can’t take
I wonder, peacefully breathing, no screaming
as peaceful blue waters pull me down
is this wish that just won’t break
as my pride throws me around
hopeless or hopeful,
desiring nothing more than breath
to feel myself believe again
and find a way to need,
as my thoughts become like faded memory
in the second I lose my faith
Can I succeed, find what I see
or is my life a figment drowning me in ecstasy

Just Once…. on my birthday

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Friendship

Just Once…
I thought I’d say something
a little more meaningful than the last

A brief joke or a subtle line of logic
perhaps just slightly different
so that you would remember what I say

But then as always,
I’d just be forgotten and tossed aside
Like the wrapping paper of a mediocre birthday gift

Yet someone besides you,
would remember I had a purpose, a spark of life
that had color and even meaningful intention

They would see me for a second
as you tore my spirit to pieces with greed in your heart
and witness my beautiful hope littered on the ground

My careful edges, my proud design
all rendered to little pieces of mismatched chaos
that simply laid wasted on the floor as you stepped on them

Yet that other person, someone I wasn’t intended for
would see me for what I was, a gift of hope and compassion,
of carefully thought emotion and loving endearment

and yet on my birthday, the only day I had to live
I was proud to have given everything I was, everything I would be
simply to know that it would be discarded by you.

Lost Beauty

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Inquisitive

Sometimes, we hold ourselves
not knowing forgiveness or compassion
We find the truth of our thoughts broken
as the darkness we feel becomes sacrilage

As children, we learn to believe
in things that we cannot see, or feel
we find our imagination becoming real
and we listen to an invisible world as our friend

Yet as we grow, we discover the fallen apple
We find a lush green tree, surrounded by beauty
the fragrant aroma of desire wavering in the air
and the reminder that no one is watching

We fall pray to our sin, the desire of our mortal appetite
Our laughter turns to quiet doubt, subtle and of whispering quality
as we tip toe across the field and wander closer
knowing that we are doing something that is not so good

We realize that doubt drowns our spirit
and quiets the childlike innocence we never questioned
Yet we force ourselves further, one step at a time
trying to explain one action, by purposely taking another

As we reach the tree, we hunger more and more
as our greatest effort fails to let us reach the limb, dangling our wish
We shake it feverishly, in a most demanding way
and it falls down, breaking our heart upon its own

Years pass by, as the sun flies across the horizon
the birds come in the afternoon, yet contiue across the sky
The grass becomes dead and brown as the light burns into the ground
Realizing the sin of greed, of gluttony and desire… made something die

Life comes to an end, in a moment of childlike want.
The warm nurturing hand of unknowing death, the hope of something more.
Yet we do not stop, we move on, we scour our life for something else of value
and when the next visit comes, no one will witness the beauty we knew

Some people…

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Friendship

Some people… think that I’m crazy.
Its often very simple like that.

Some people say that I’m true.
Some people call me quiet.
Some people know I’m a friend.
Some people realize who I am.

Yet no one knows, as my life is often changing.
They witness, as my reality zips on by.
Everything changing at the drop of a dime.
I wonder, is living life my only crime?

No one would know. It is often lost in the past.

No one would know
The simple thoughts I shared with them
No one would know
The moment I stood behind them, without ever being there
No one would know
The feeling I had when I looked them in the eye
No one would know
if I was just dreaming, losing myself in believing

Yet they see me, wandering through life and asking questions
They ponder my actions, as much as I wonder about my own
Every step, leading to another, a question upon itself
and I find myself being the only one who reached the answer

So I ask, if not for myself, would I still ask for you?

I simply accept life,
one step at a time
I move forward
taking a breath
and viewing the world again
from a vantage no one shares

and I care
to look back,
to reach out
and hope
that I’ll find someone
just like you

It’s not what you think

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Spiritual

I could feel her breathing,
slow exhaustion
Pushing past every limit
Leaving passion without definition
pulling me deeper
Would I ignore this thieving
Quickly failing my lustful needing
No I, no I indeed
Should I fall to earthbound heaving
This night my soul would be leaving
Oh yes, yes I
Could quickly abandon my believing
My fateful dismay of peaceful greaving
Yet could I bare to retrieve
a heartfelt embrace
or would I leave myself
beyond human understanding
of my soul, my living
to betray this moment
of perfect caring
to become a chance I miss
a second not worth giving

Those Addictive Little Beans

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee, Coffee - Volume Two

So wonderful,
oh how we meet,
one cup of coffee at a time
sitting on the seat
with little reason or rhyme
in the corner of the cafe
as you order a latte
can life be so bittersweet
or would I know
the subtle hunger of lust
as I sip my espresso
No I think, should I trust
in a flavor so robust
an aroma, so complete
as strangers, sipping coffee
Our drinks so strong
a taste never wrong
simply flavors of a bean
That mean so much
that they keep us moving along

Do You Remember?

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Dedicated Poems, Friendship, Spiritual

Last year when I was gone
It hurt, to hear the wind sing
the end of summer, the nights so long
To see a day of giving end so wrong
When you reach, to never again hold my hand
Yet I have yet to go, as my heart can’t stay
as my soul is lost in figment, in every way
Remember me, I wonder
Can I dare to believe in trying to stand
Is it too hard to say, with one breath
Too fare gone to hold myself from the edge
Yet in summer’s end, no more words to send
Closed thoughts, such an abrupt end
A moment of truth, a heartfelt pledge
I remember, yet I say good-bye with a smile
and as the time goes by, I lose a friend
Day by day I realize, its been awhile
To see a sunset, one that coloured my world
I wonder, does the sunlight erase my thought
to try and forget, a dream I could never afford
accepting my passion had become so distraught
Through good times, and through bad
the sad times, with everything misunderstood
The gifts that we gave,
The mistakes that we made
Can one remember, with a peaceful hope
What friendship means,
Does one remember?
The simple feeling of spring

I’m one of those crazy people…

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Daily thoughts

Okay… this has nothing to do with poetry. It does have some good self-expression. I saw one of these a few days ago and I’d rather write one up in my free time and prod myself into action. I often find it fun just to list out things I care about and believe. It helps serve as a reminder of where I want my life to go and helps make sure I don’t get too lost in

SWEET HEARTED GIRLS: If this sounds like someone you know, send it to them. Let them know it’s a good thing to care about someone and that they shouldn’t settle into a comfort zone. Give them a nice reminder that nice guys don’t go unnoticed.

Things that make you go Hmmmmm…..

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Daily thoughts, Mystery, Spiritual

In five seconds I forgot to mention
The way you saw me standing in awe
as we both found we knew nothing
the lifetime I would remember you
in the blink of an eye, so fast
the day my hopes were so grand
Do you recall that moment?
the second you lost yourself
in a mere glance across the room
from the quiet heart witnessing the disregard
of how both of us didn’t accept the truth.
Can you believe in one chance
without knowing the subtle romance?
I wonder, if you and I were alone
and no one would have known
would I say how I felt, without pause
to someone who I’d never see again
would I hope to reach out, fall in love
or could I barely manage to be a friend?
I wonder, if two souls like ours can meet
if they can dance for just one brief melody
would you remember anything of me?

Dreaming

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Dedicated Poems, Mystery

Dreaming***************

that I live fully,
I believe
that love,
is not silent,
that desire,
is never lost
and I surrender
to the feeling
of my heart dreaming