This is the personal writing site of Barry Hurd- online consultant, designer, writer, marketer, entrepreneur, and father.
Growing Up
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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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]