True Love of Coffee

Dreaming

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Dedicated Poems, Mystery

Dreaming***************

that I live fully,
I believe
that love,
is not silent,
that desire,
is never lost
and I surrender
to the feeling
of my heart dreaming

Logical Endings

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Dedicated Poems

If no, then yes
But what if yes,
Could we maybe?
Perhaps then it would be
equal?

No, if maybe I could understand
That you have steps
Yes, no, maybe.
If then, could A be me
and B define you

If we simply leave X alone
and try to simplify things
then maybe
two of us, would be one
and the equation that much easier

Yet we are not one
In fact, I cannot grasp the idea
your personal truth eludes me
As A and B, equal X
while left wondering about balance
and trying to ponder where the line is

If A and B could be understood
for just one brief moment
Then logic and hope
would be one, X would be defined
yet I find myself alone
and realize you are simply my X

I couldn’t have said it better

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Dedicated Poems, Love, Romantic

I said three words.
Simply and complete.
The look on your eyes,
was expressive of your soul.
The feeling in your heart,
told me the desire of your dreams.
Yet when you looked into me,
our lips touching anything but our breathing
and asked,
“Do you love me?”
I failed to hesitate,
lost the control I never had,
and said
‘Without a doubt”

That Day

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Dedicated Poems, Loss, Love

The phone rang, subtle tones pierced the dull illusion of reality I was wrapped in.
My heart stopped.
So I tried to ignore it, knowing something had gone horribly wrong.
My hand touched the receiver and I knew,
my mother was gone.
I didn’t remember lifting the handset,
or hearing the voice of my sister.
I only felt a harsh void,
the stark agony of losing someone I loved.
I cried, minutes seemed like hours that I can’t recall.

I remember almost nothing,
I couldn’t feel anything,
Except for the hole in my chest that I couldn’t fill.
As if the world was suddenly pressing me to the ground
and the only thing I perceived
was that I wasn’t strong enough
to even stand.
I don’t remember losing control,
but I found myself with my back to the wall.
My friend standing near me,
was simply lost as she looked into my eyes.

I tried for a moment to speak,
but the only voice I had could not be found.
It had been so long since I heard my mothers words,
I must have forgot the voice she had gave me.
My mind wandered into a lost heart,
Searching in this second of awareness
when I knew I had lost her,
a moment of definition I would care to never know.

I was her son, a baby she proudly adored,
Who would grow into a man she would never know
I would go home, hold my son
Touch my lips against his head,
Holding him as I cried,
whispering I love him,
And that my mom had died.

One day,
He would cry for me too
hopefully having his child to hold,
as close as I held him.
To whisper through his tears,
To validate his love,
To care,
To perhaps be comforted.
Yet today, as most days,
she is gone.
And I am simply left saying I love you mom.

The Way It Ends

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Daily thoughts, Dedicated Poems, Friendship, Honor

I would simply say, adieu.

Perhaps farewell.

No, I couldn’t say good-bye.

There was nothing good.

About walking away,

or watching you leave.

Saying that,

If things ended this way,

I would have to say it all,

to bring closure to each day

to let you know I asked why

I needed to say,

adieu, farewell, and even good-bye.

True North

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Dedicated Poems, Love, Spiritual

There was a moment in my life
That seemed as if the darkness was defined
By light
A second of trivial essence
When the difference of feeling good
Was completely wrong

It was a direction that was ill-defined
Marked by what everyone said was true north
On a faulty map
A series of chance occurrences
Seemingly meaningless and completely irrelevant
Yet defining my whole destiny

Every moment, each direction I turned
Took me down an unlit path of dangerous shadows
They led nowhere, except for wasteful pondering
Every trivial chance, each second
As I became feeling good was meaningless, irrelevant
Yet I was completely wrong, again. It was destiny

I could feel, but for a moment in life
My life would simply be what I had felt
No meaning, no true north
Faulty maps and destined fate
I would wander one way, then another
Completely lost within the compass I was given

And every time,
My faith would bring me back to here
Looking inside of myself
Gazing at the lost soul within
Realizing I had one choice,
And would choose to love again

The End of an Angel

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Dedicated Poems, Loss

There was a moment of faith
When the true belief of everything I was
Became obsolete, completely intangible

I thought to myself
When do angels fall so swiftly
That they can no longer be holy

In days past, my thoughts of sanctuary
Quickly lost themselves in false religion
My personal salvation was simply devoured

The desecration of my spirit, so swift
It began one day with a chance visit to purgatory
Due to the accidental invocation of mortal sin

My lips tried to confess true love, and failed
The feeling of my heartfelt inferno igniting hell itself
And accidentally pushed my soul into unknowing Armageddon

I had no need to fall, my wings were gone
My penance for love was retribution from life itself
And my soul would go on, half-living half-dead, in everlasting oblivion

She said it wasn’t easy

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Dedicated Poems, Friendship

She said it wasn’t easy
To write and tell people of the thoughts
I keep in my head
She made me wonder how distraught I was

To believe
In a moment, for a second
That I could share my heart

With one person
Another caring soul
Who could understand me

Someone who cared
About the things I believe
Who could dare to see

She said it wasn’t easy
To lose yourself in turmoil
And find meaning in the emotion you dare to feel
Yet I thought, in a moment, this very second

That I could share the feeling
The need I heard, the caring words inside
That wanted to be heard, to be simply written
In black and white

That they could be shared
Relayed, communicated, transcribed, and translated
Into a few letters, that formed basic words
And simple sentence that made a story so true

That one could believe
In a moment, this very second
One could relay a moment of thought
And realize there was heartfelt meaning

Another smile

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Daily thoughts, Dedicated Poems, Friendship

Dear Lady,

I met you in the most strange place

Under the invite a friend that had invited me to play with them

And I thought to myself, why should I not act as a child

If for but one brief moment in my life

I had no conception that I would be changing my world

As the sun crept overhead and signaled a bright day

And the trees surrounding us laughed gently in the breeze

If for but one brief moment, it was a perfect day

My friend was there, as expected

They were laughing and joking with me, with everyone

I took a sip of ice cold water and as it touched my tongue

My spirit came to accept how refreshing this day was

I meandered through a crowd of unknown faces

Bumping casually around them as I wandered through the park

As I allowed myself to fall into the moment of life happening here and now

and without realization of how amazing a chance, I stumbled upon you

You were smiling, a remarkable smile

I could tell you had been laughing just a moment before

And you were doing something amazing

You were living that moment a thousand times over

Or at least, that is what I thought

I wondered to myself how incredible your talent was

To smile, such a beautiful smile, a thousand times a day

And faithfully find yourself in a moment that defined everything else

Without a word, you had given me a gift

A simple and honest present that exceeded any value

One that I could barely comprehend, and that you probably didn’t even realize

As I thought deeply, pondering the exact nature of what is was

Dear Lady, for a moment

You gave me the inspiration, no, the courage to find myself letting go

To remember that this moment could hold such wondrous instances

And without a second of hesitation find myself smiling again

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