Drowning The Memory
Posted by Barry Hurd in Blog, Loss, Love
Beyond a moment, when I thought I was gone.
When the last breath escaped my lips
and I my eyes closed,
my world slipped,
thinking of you.
.
Beyond that moment,
when I found myself
holding a dream,
just one thought,
of knowing.
.
When I awoke,
gasping for life almost lost,
I came to find myself in reality,
knowing I could dream this thing,
of feeling without breathing.
Beyond the Horizon
Posted by Barry Hurd in Defiant, Survival
Beyond the horizon
is a world that cannot be seen.
This is where poets and dreamers live.
It is a land of possibility and hope,
of fantastic things,
of desire.
Beyond the horizon
is a world that begs to be discovered.
This is where travelers and explorers go.
It is a land of intrigue and impossibilities,
of dangerous journeys,
of adventure.
Beyond the horizon
is a world that I find myself lost.
This is where my thoughts find a home.
It is a land of beauty and perfection,
of creative wanderlust,
of individuality.
Anything but Vanilla
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee, Daily thoughts
Waiting patiently,
I found myself stumbling through idle thought.
A modest effort to curtail the agony of impatience
as I stood in line.
Quietly,
I thought within prison of urban music
quietly raining marketing into the illusion of my caffeine
A rustic reminder that this could go on forever.
A day passes,
and another
as I return to the vantage of always being last,
casually wondering if my good nature would wait any longer.
I finally dismiss the interruption,
Waiting feverishly for the substance I desire.
My mind focused; the obstruction gone,
as I order,
without further delay
anything but Vanilla.
A short piece
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee
Developing with JAVA
Too many evenings pass as I quietly wander through illuminated text and uncaring syntax.
Yet I find myself pondering the web of data feverishly boiling within my processor.
With cautious optimism I prepare to hit “reset”
Sipping away another night into the past.
When we danced
Posted by Barry Hurd in Blog, Lust
To which I am inspired,
a beat that pulses, slowly,
with subtle echo
within my heart.
So feint,
the illusion of clarity passes,
drawing strength within passion,
drawing her closely.
Yet the feeling grows,
sweet attraction dismisses my pause,
fueling my body in motion.
I do not hear the music.
An effortless embrace,
breathing deeply,
Two bodies pressed into one,
and I find myself dancing.
The eloquent heart of a fool
Posted by Barry Hurd in Blog, Love
Should I be so articulate,
to know that which few hearts know.
To be expressive in adoration,
or fearful of vocalizing my appreciation.
If I would not be the mind frozen in this enthrallment,
the words of my feeling would never come to conclusion.
Yet my compulsive need to witness your grace echoes within me,
knowing that I am the fool, ranting of this thing called love.
Everything has changed
Posted by Barry Hurd in Blog, Loss, Love
Morning
The bright light piercing my slumber
warming my face
I breathe
Holding steady. Calm. Relaxed.
My hand
finding truth
in the absence of your touch.
I breathe
Holding steady. Hoping. Needing.
My eyes open
to the realization of missing you,
searching for your presence.
I breathe
Holding steady. Pondering. Wanting.
The promise of life
entitled only within my dreams,
as I search for my reason.
I breathe
Holding steady. Ready. Waiting.
Falling into the horizon
Posted by Barry Hurd in Blog, Mystery
I was flying,
through the sky.
As if life, like a bird,
had wings made of joy.
.
Amazed and bewildered,
stretching my hope beyond today.
Moving through the clouds,
as night embraced my lover.
.
I held on, reaching farther,
knowing truth in feeling, not in having.
Falling faster, cold air on my lips,
my voice left silent in the wind.
.
Still searching,
hopeful now, as if always
keeping my heart warm, lightly glowing
as the stars beckon my adoration.
.
Dear twilight, should I find this journey
to be an escape, do not let me go.
For I will find my companion,
when the sun rises, and I fall.
Daily Poetry
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two
Growing Up
*****
When I was younger,
I found many things that amazed me.
Exotic things, erotic only in the imagination,
Little nuances that no one else cherished.
Then I realized, gleefully feeling
That no one knew what could be seen.
I was a child, blissful, never wishing
Ignorant in how life could have been.
Yet I learned how to believe,
In me, the very things I could be.
With my childhood, perfect clarity
that I simply now can see.
*****
Listen to the Rain
*****
You didn’t know me,
Not like I wanted to know you.
I had lost my peaceful heart,
Without semblance or recollection
of standing in the calm.
Yet when it rained,
I thought of you,
Tempting words I didn’t say,
Falling upon silence
like drops lost in the storm.
I kept failing to fly,
A thousand times,
Again and again.
Lost, befuddled, amused,
Usually hopeless, sometimes yearning.
A thousand times,
I threw myself from heaven.
Daring to try, just once,
To touch your face,
Caress your lips.
When the sky sheds a tear
With but a chance to touch,
May I find your heart below,
Peaceful in knowing, I love you.
Even when I’m falling.
The Sword and the Stone
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Creative Writing
I find myself amongst scattered stones.
Fallen heroes and indifferent hearts.
The chaotic rush of defiant inhumanity,
And the deafening thunder of war.
When I live such things,
I no longer find my honor,
I find my soul to be untouchable,
The search for a king is over.
I hold onto a blade,
That once defended all I cared for,
By destroying the very thing,
That someone else needed so dearly.
No one, not even I, can define why.
There was a time when great cause,
Gave inspiration to a time of excellence.
But that moment is over, death comes to all.
What is this hope we seek;
is it the futile hope of everlasting love,
or the disdain we all have of our possession?
Covered by the tears of loss, we all find only want.
Day after day, year after year,
The very heart that held my world together,
became harder than the world around me,
and my only love was turned to stone.