This is the personal writing site of Barry Hurd- online consultant, designer, writer, marketer, entrepreneur, and father.
If you had a heart of gold, could you afford anything more?
would you find that a price was worth paying…
No one knows the weight of compassion, of a heart of gold,
heavier than the strength it affords, pulling you down.
If you had a heart of gold, could it leave you asking for more?
would you find […]
Some people ask themselves questions, some listen.
In a few of us, the conversation is often fluid and whimsical,
and in others we just find ourselves sitting in the wind.
My thoughts are tones of trivial nature,
wrapping themselves upon a canvas of presence.
This was written for a friend, who shall remain nameless.
In a private conversation, I declared that I was unfit for duty.
I told my friend that I could no longer wear a badge of honor.
Somehow, I found that the shadow of bravery crept over my soul,
and fell upon the silent ears of those who were […]
When I closed my eyes, I began to dream. I was a child, holding myself in imagination and wonder. Not like the tattered old suit who passed me on the street, or the fine pair of shoes that cautiously crosses the street.
No I was like I was when I hid in the forest of blades […]
The inescapable loss of compassion is impossible to dismiss. Sometimes you casually find a stranger at a loss beyond words. Sometimes those words are so evasive even you cannot hear them. Sometimes they come from someone you care about, and the futile nature of being human holds you in a moment where nothing feels more […]
I am, a humble gentleman.
Kindly tipping my unworn hat,
as if the frequent stranger
was my kindest friend.
For all that I was,
would I not be something more,
if only I was wise enough,
to open each and every door.
What more could I be?
The last time I say hello,
the first time I said good-bye,
to which my friendship has no […]
Doubt, my dim companion.
Why does my soul seem ill-content,
with a fraction of life
the sacrificial grace of torment.
The whole of me, lasting, longing,
that I breathe so deeply,
and it inspires greed, for more,
the very thing I cannot be.
Cannot my spirit be worth,
trivial compassion,
or do I find my value, dripping,
in a vein surrender I never succumb. […]
Insanity
1. not sane; not of sound mind; mentally deranged.
2. of, pertaining to, or characteristic of a person who is mentally deranged: insane actions; an insane asylum.
3. utterly senseless: an insane plan.
Oddly enough, scratching on my mind,
I hear rodents and thoughts of curious crime.
No I will not answer the door, oh no,
for I ask not more […]
Once, when I was younger, I imagined myself flying above cold ocean.
Gale wind carried my soul like a flurry across the waves,
holding myself as if nothing was tangible.
I remember it as if my heart had pause, as if I could no longer live,
hoping and believing for something warm, some mythical destination,
to where I would […]