The child: an Amnesiac’s Freedom
Posted by Barry Hurd in Blog, Defiant, Dreams
As a child, my mother told me to pay attention.
Sitting idle as my thoughts played outside.
Blurs of imagination struggling to escape this prison.
The guards of denial, created by my elders,
binding me down, restraining me.
Until I forgot.
.
If I could remember,
the way I was told to behave,
or the manner in which I was told to act -
then my life would not be my own.
I would be an extension of what came before me,
instead of the extraordinary thing I need to be.
.
If my memory
in a moment of childish arrogance,
could be deleted, as it already has been,
I would know no rules, have no restraint.
I would dream not of surviving the failure of others,
but of discovering my own, of personal exploration.
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.
The other side of the road
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Defiant, Featured, Inquisitive, Mystery
Some choose, to be different
glancing across the street,
watching people walk on by.
Others find themselves sedated,
failing to realize where they are,
or even where they are going.
I find myself moving along,
sometimes fast, sometimes slow,
often waiting for a signal that never comes.
I find myself waiting with hope,
failing to protect my caution,
as I step into traffic I cannot see.
The Fall of Rome
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Defiant, Featured, Survival
It was not truth,
as I had witnessed in life
but spires of blackness from society
The death plume of innocence
and compassion,
of both heart and love.
The heartiest soil,
broken beneath mighty morality
and fundamental ideology.
This was not democracy
the fallacy of hope
chastised by false religion
It was the corruption of mankind
as we tried to fail
in passionate blindness
falling upon the very swords
that our most courageous held
and the purest believed in,
symbols that were thrust upon our enemy
the very flesh and blood of kin,
finding our only purpose,
to be conquerers,
of the thing no one wanted.
My Drowning Insurrection
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Defiant, Loss
Have the tides changed so rapidly,
pushing against the shores beneath calm waters
as the ebe of life draws to and fro
that one cannot dream without risk of drowning
fighting against every motion, every inaction
wondering if passion will lead to surrender
or if the serenity merely represents acceptance.
I do not care to know,
to fight against a nature so fluid.
It is not a way I care to preserve,
not a struggle that will keep me afloat.
I do not fear, nor do I surrender.
The way my life will drift, I will not control.
No one will tell me, to navigate within safe waters
for I am sailing by myself, with no route home.
Trying to light a blaze?
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Defiant
Subtle, chance fire.
The kind of dream you have awake.
First and foremost,
Love of life, a life of love.
With caution shattered by desire,
and a swift belief in a moment of destiny.
Trying to become, breathing to survive,
while cherishing every second of motion.
This is my life, the life I share,
with everyone, if only to enjoy myself.
The Dreaming Memory of Clouds
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Dedicated Poems, Defiant, Loss, Love
Do not talk of love, not to me my dear heart.
I am not the one who lost itself, or tore down
everything I felt. Could not I choose to feel.
Do not dare, to illicit a response from me,
as I am trying to ignore you standing there,
waiting.
Do not care of me, you who stands in the rain.
Letting that cold air cleanse you,
as the freezing sentiment of solitude keeps my company.
Is this not fair? To hold myself away,
imprisoning my spirit above your defiant abandon,
as I listen to the soulful chatter of my dancing memories,
dreaming.
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
Cupid Surrenders
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Defiant, Loss, Love
Cupid Surrenders
I was a simple, honest paladin of emotion
Crawling through a minefield of destiny’s tears
The soldier of a passion crucified upon my desire
And lost to the eyes of those who would deny me
I was not blind, no
My vision could span years of life,
From here to there, beyond the horizon
Across this land, and over the sea
I was the thing meant to be, forever
The last definition to embrace a soul
A charming moment that lived away unseen
And the only words to escape lips so beautiful
Yet my name was unspoken by you
In silence, my grave bore no resemblance to my life
I was forgotten, but not gone
Stolen away from a soul that could no longer understand
I could stop between the beat of the drums,
And realize I was at war
My purpose, the faith, and everything I was almost lost
As my will grew so tired of paying so high a cost
Oh dear god, I am alone, the favorite never chosen
The one true warrior who never denied my duty
As again and again, my blood was spilled upon a field of roses
If I were a man, I doubt that my body would still follow me
Yet I think; I am a man, and a woman
I am the force that binds two hearts
The cavalier thought who knows no fear
I believe in a unison that I must provide
But my bow, alas, is empty
I have but one arrow left
I regret, that I save this one for me
And I pray that it finds my heart quickly
A Road Less Traveled
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Defiant, Honor, Love
If I had, only once chance
To say the things I needed to say
I would pray that you hear my voice
To you, to everyone
Before my life was undone
Would you believe, could you see
That I was, was what I need
of what I had done, was choice
I say, with every breath, my last
To believe in you, the dice I cast
No, this was my destiny
The road that what me,
The path that made me bleed
Do you know, of things I could relay
That love would simply not die this day