A nice letter to my friends
Posted by Barry Hurd in Creative Writing, Daily thoughts
There are moments when I think about telling people I care about them. I think about that phrase as I wander through the crowd of the street market, stroll in the park listening to the rustling of leaves, or when I’m just by myself, laying on my back and listening to songs that remind me of how life should be.
I don’t think about who I should say it to, rather I think about who I feel it for. Some are people I know as friends. Some are family. Some are people who I love; some are people that I’ve never met. I think of the little boy at the super market, or the old lady I open the door for. I wonder about the young teenager collecting signatures for a local ballot or the ambulance driver as I watch the spinning lights pass me when I’m driving. I pause for second and think to myself; ‘there is a strange variety of people in the world I care about’.
I wonder, could I tell them that I care? Would there be enough moments in my life to share a brief and honest feeling with them, that the world isn’t full of shadows and puppets walking down the street with faceless expressions that hide such colourful souls?
I don’t know.
I tell myself that life is different. At least I try to make my life as different as I can. As people focus on pointless objects of greed and lose themselves wandering in a world of abstract thought, I stop and think. I take a breath. I decide to make a difference.
I take a moment to make eye contact with the cashier as he hands me my change and say thank you with every ounce of sincerity, pausing long enough he realizes I really mean it. I kneel down to the child being ignored by her mom and stick my tongue out and giggle, knowing that there is an innocent spirit needing some attention. I insist thath the kind old gentleman sit down as he struggles to reach his feet, and I retrieve his cup of coffee at the café when his name is called; hoping that my act of kindness revives a youthful expectation there are still good things in the world.
I believe that people can make a difference. It is not accidental or easy. It takes effort and challenge. For every simple action, there is a time that we can inspire other people with honest goodwill. It is in the daily action of our lives that we have the ability to become something better, and it is in the average opportunity that we have a chance to make something amazing happen. Whether in happy or sad times, our personal dedication to helping those around us is what defines our ‘humanity’. We all have unique opportunities in life to touch the people around us and hopefully we don’t waste those chances to make a positive impact.
If you are on my friends list, I’ve honestly given you more than a moment of thought. There isn’t a person on my account here that hasn’t received some form of personalized attention. We all have our merits and flaws, we all have crazy lives, and without doubt we are all human.
To all my friends in cyberspace, this is Barry saying I care. 
(and yes, I am crazy. In a good way, and I’m not afraid to share)
A moment at the movies
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Inquisitive
It was, Serendipity
The Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind
my Brave Heart fueling
a life in the City of Angels
as I am Sleepless in Seattle
I wonder, if I could Say Anything
Would it be heard, or leave me a Ghost
Trying to nurture this Garden State
Trapping myself in Wonderland
perhaps making me a Patriot
or a poet, like Shakespeare in Love
maybe one day, you’ll Meet Joe Black
The Volcanoe
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two
Love’s foundation
Granite mountains broken
Sand flowing like water
A Fire ignited
Raging nature completed
Life being consumed
Creation destroys
Vibrant hope turned gray
Death building the new
Sky falls
Earth Flies
Eternity stands
Living a Dream
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Creative Writing, Dreams, Spiritual
Once,
before I learned to doubt
I was free
Beyond the constraints of reality
And living in the substance of imagination
I was
Simply defined
A true spirit who did not know
How far my world would allow me to travel
Before finding myself, simply unique
No one
Understood
The deep passion in my breath
The heartfelt charity I would never regret
Yet I was simply me, an individual living his dream
Her Name
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Romantic
Her name,
I wish that I knew her name
She was beautiful
With a friendly smile
And a laugh that made me feel
Yet when I heard her voice
My words became silent
So quiet that I wondered
Why my heart hesitated
And I was left with pause
‘Without doubt’ I thought
Would I ask her name
Yet I would not realize my delay
As the blinking action of my eye
Allowed her to vanish into night
Never stop trying
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Defiant, Dreams
I tried,
Again and again
Harder
Than ever
More feverishly than before
I pushed myself
Beyond my limit
Past the point of no return
And yet I did not stop
My heart
Everything from skin to soul
The very fiber of me
Was trying
To believe in something
No one else could see
Even my breath
Deep and constant
Fueled my urge
To move forward
To define a world
That could never be
More inspiring
Beacon Friend
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Friendship
I, am the one person who will never regret the memory of your words
the way you cared, the brief moment you let your guard down
My eyes, would not betray a heart as simply devoted as I let myself be
they would not disbelieve the wonder and imagination you let me see
Oh if, if only you could fall again, let down the walls of your life
to let yourself be seen, as whole and imperfect as we all are
If then, would you believe that someone like me still believes
in someone like you, a person who my heart would always need
I, if no one else, would care to understand the tide of living you disregard
yet I could not ignore the world you failed to travel through
No, my soul would simply become brighter, hoping that one day it would be found
if only it could shine enough, to be seen, to give your life a point of reference
It may not be home, no, it may only be a moment that defines what comes next
but it would serve, without faulter, as a place to look back to, in fond memory
I would not believe the point to be perfect, but I would consider it whole
as if entirely truthful, a friendship that would simply stand against the ravages of time