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.
Those Addictive Little Beans
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee, Coffee - Volume Two
So wonderful,
oh how we meet,
one cup of coffee at a time
sitting on the seat
with little reason or rhyme
in the corner of the cafe
as you order a latte
can life be so bittersweet
or would I know
the subtle hunger of lust
as I sip my espresso
No I think, should I trust
in a flavor so robust
an aroma, so complete
as strangers, sipping coffee
Our drinks so strong
a taste never wrong
simply flavors of a bean
That mean so much
that they keep us moving along
My Only Lover
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee, Coffee - Volume Two
If you could dream, slowly
Could you touch me?
If you could taste,
Could you satisfy yourself?
If you could dare hold on
Would you?
If you could take me, anywhere
Would you carry me with you?
If you can say yes,
If you dare to believe
If you can confess
If you care to be with me
Close your eyes, fall into your desire
Touch me slowly,
Dare to believe you hold everything
Taste me and take all you want
And care only about me
Breathe in the dream
Hold on until I am gone
Simply accept you are with me
And I, am simply coffee
Caffeinated Armageddon
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee, Coffee - Volume Two, Inquisitive, Spiritual
I dreamdt of waking
Trying to lure myself from fruitless ambition
To taste the wine as it caressed my lips
Breathing the nectar of life I had forgotten
But it was pretty pointless
I set my coffee on my desk
As I had done a thousand times before
and my eyes wandered out of my window
From my vantage, this sleek castle of glass
I could see hundreds of people living
Moving in a world that I could only witness
Like a spectator or a referee that didn’t know the rules
I could hear the hum of the air conditioning
The mindless chattering of coworkers on the phone
Yet it all seemed chaotically meaningless
As if I was paused in a world of hectic crisis
I thought to myself
Wouldn’t life be grand if it was different
Could I dare to be an artist
Should I care if no one knows my name
My boss scurried by my office door
I wondered why they thought so highly of this game
A competition of man eat mouse
Where the little guy never got the cheese
I sighed, pausing my thoughts for a moment
Pondering how wonderful it would be
To live in a place where we were all meant to be
And when I resumed, I simply took another sip of coffee
My Addiction to Coffee
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee, Coffee - Volume Two, Daily thoughts, Lust
I thought for a brief moment
about the taste on my lips, the lingering memory
of such tense emotions glancing off my most tender smile
I sigh, trying to breathe in the luscious aroma
as each second stretches into a thought of simple perfection
and my mind becomes lost in the innocence of my desire
The devil I think
could make only such enticing flavour, to make me so helpless
as my body yearns to consume it every waking hour
So wanting it penetrates my dreams and floods my gleeful slumber
with a desire so corrupting that I cannot discern
whether or not my mind is my own, or simply a victim to greed
Jealousy takes my hunger
and brushes it aside as my tongue lavishes itself in a feeling
that rides such a fine line between pain and perfection
as it burns my mouth, my tongue
yet it warms me down to the farthest reaches of my body
to the depth of my soul, it fills me with a flavour I cannot describe
I hold the thought, losing myself in the absence of clear logic
as the caffeine surges through me
and brings my body to life
as the rich mixture of addiction drips into my blood
to provide fuel for my chaotic desecration
and sinful yearning for more
The Things I am
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee, Coffee - Volume Two, Daily thoughts, Dedicated Poems, Inquisitive
I never meant to say anything
except the things I meant to say
the words that came from my lips
compared nothing to those felt in my heart
The rain would fall
and I say a name gently
it makes me feel comforted
by a love that never faded
The clouds part
as day fades to night
a crimson light ignites a memory
and my soul realizes itself alone
Independent in my life
as a partner to a life I cannot define
A soldier who cannot abandon his path
yet an artist who lives so vibrantly
I walk down the road
watching others as they watch me
Holding myself to a fate they cannot believe
as I wait patiently for a signal to let me walk
I pass a beggar
and for a moment I look into his eyes
as I tell him his life is defined by no one
and he responds with a face so honest
I walk into the corner cafe
as I glance around the room
smelling a hint of a double tall irish cream latte
and I wonder how I know that smell so well
The barista looks calmly at me
smiling as she begins to brew my favorite drink
and I ask her where the best seat in the house is
she gestures so whimsically to the corner I always sit
Conversational Coffee
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee, Coffee - Volume One, Friendship
Those subtle thoughts
the little words
Smiling
Laughing
Relaxing
Over coffee,
at your favorite little cafe
Remembering I’m not Irish
but some of us like our latte
Knowing
Feeling
Believing
Sharing some of those crazy dreams
sometimes drinking it dark
sometimes with cream
Thinking of all those meaningless things
that only you can remember I said
simple conversation is what to bring
Over coffee,
at your favorite little cafe
Remembering
Laughing
Believing
In little words
with heartfelt meaning
In subtle thoughts
with friendly needing
Disbelief
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee, Daily thoughts, Defiant, Love
Finding real beauty of outright simplicity and incomparable features.
Of charming flaws and details which can never go unnoticed.
Possessing subtle variations that are by themselves memorable.
Viewing simply makes you wonder if this is a figment of desire.
Chance occurrence that beauty such as this exist defies imagination.
It warms your soul and inspires you to gently caress it in disbelief.
Touching lets you know this isn’t a dream but is indeed extraordinary.
The vibrant sensation you feel is your heart breaking the denial it yearns.
Hearing that such beauty has a voice enlightens your senses.
You tell yourself such remarkable qualities do not happen in reality.
Everything you know to be true says that you are dreaming.
Yet somehow this is mistakenly real and effortlessly tangible.
This transcendent dream is standing in front of you in essence.
You are simply touching something that shouldn’t exist.
Thankful Coffee
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee, Coffee - Volume One, Friendship, Humor
A few drips
Amazing what they do
Mixing with water
Something to brew
Bitter like life
Warmed with compassion
Best mixed with friendship
And simple conversation