This is the personal writing site of Barry Hurd- online consultant, designer, writer, marketer, entrepreneur, and father.
Some people, are amazing.
Simple flames in the darkness.
Calm voices in a chaotic world,
the serenity of silence within a storm.
Some people, perfect life.
Breathing in the beauty of today,
of escaping yesterday
and dreaming of tomorrow.
Some people, never believe.
In nature, how wild life is,
or the way we all evolve,
changing ourselves with the season.
Some people, amazing, perfect, believing,
know how to […]
I was walking last night on a path that someone else had laid.
It was curved, with slight changes and subtle flaws.
The pebbles underneath my life described my thoughts,
as they scratched against a thousand stones seemingly identical.
The motion of my body was slow and steady,
completely obscuring the cascading flurry of my dreams.
I thought of hope and […]
I don’t get too much time these days to stop and smell the roses, sometimes however sweet they are. Rather I ask myself if I remember what roses smell like. Ironically, I find myself lacking that memory. People often fail to realize if they will miss the moments of life they love, and yet I […]
Bright lights in July,
reminding me of distant battles
lost before my memory started.
Peaceful silence of willful defiance
broken by the thundering roar
of personal independence.
No war to recall,
no battlefields scattered with loss,
only social revelation to announce.
Thoughts kept warm with hope,
and dreams exploding nearby the stars,
as loved ones still seem so far.
Deep chastity, perfected innocence.
Childlike memories of desperate times,
fought […]
Sitting above the backroom,
the gray sulfur of indiscretion
billowing beneath my perch.
Voices of sinful conversation,
reaching my ears,
playing amongst my thoughts.
Old crow, black and lost,
Watching through the rain,
wondering if anyone cared.
Peaceful and stubborn,
a life that didn’t have reason,
or even worthwhile consideration.
Old crow, discarded and soiled,
upon the wire that holds no weight
dark water raining from […]