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Archive for June, 2008

The essence of dreams forgotten

Sunday, June 22nd, 2008

I wish that my life,
Could be remembered,
As if someone cared.
Wanting and hoping,
For when the day comes,
And they recall.
I wish for so many things
Curious and cluttered dreams,
That fade into a place I cannot go,
Where I may find myself,
Trying to hold on,
To just one.
I wish to be,
So unfettered by such desire.
Believing myself to be true,
Searching for […]

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Heaven’s Light

Sunday, June 22nd, 2008

As a person, I don’t mind myself often.
In silence my heart defines.
Creating words of recollection
Almost meaningless, that no one knows.
I have meaning. My life is not without purpose.
Beauty. It pauses your breathing.
It stops your heart.
Makes you feel more than you can.
I cannot deny how I feel.
More than you want to.
I […]

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Tin Heart

Thursday, June 19th, 2008

Tinman
When I was whole,
Like the audience who laughs at me,
I was perfect.
The heart I had wasn’t faulty,
Merely happy in a world of hope.
That I would lose.
My place in life,
Was never to be complete.
Just knowing I was lacking.
The body I would live with,
Held by only a futile, desperate desire
To be the thing I could never […]

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The Saddest Day

Thursday, June 19th, 2008

The saddest day
I tried once to sing. Breathing in a moment of dreaming, trying to believe.
Yet the essence of my world was intangibly transparent.
In my tears my voice left me, sweet begging asking for forgiveness that wouldn’t come.
My heart had left my spirit to succumb to the effort of despair,
The futile effort of trying so […]

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Meaningful things

Tuesday, June 17th, 2008

People are, by genetic definition and historical observation, pack animals. We are not designed to be individuals with isolation. We are created by our very nature to relate and communicate. As individuals any one of us is tragically flawed- the very items that give us strength in the right situation also give us weakness in […]

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When will you see my wonderland?

Friday, June 13th, 2008

When I look at the sky, gray clouds become white,
the rain, warm tears from an angel.
I do not think of now and here, but everywhere,
the places I have been, and dream of believing.
When I hold myself, I am warm,
steadfast in knowing how life connects itself,
touching the people I care for,
and reaching those who dare defy.
When […]

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