Lessons of Humanity
Posted by Barry Hurd in Blog, Featured, Honor, Loss, Survival
With a moment of time,
came judgment, not of those lost
but of those who live
.
The virtue of free will,
abandoned to inaction,
of emotionless life
.
Our chance to believe
not in faith, nor of unseen things
but of ourselves
.
In the children,
basked in a history
of defiance and infamy
.
The name of atrocity
becoming notorious words
of our limitless resolve
.
This bane, no this malevolent crisis
which some care not, will not,
remember and learn
.
As we know,
as we always hold dear
sweet memory, never forgetting
.
In this time, the vein hope
to care of ourselves
and of others
.
To find that moment of definition
when we, never alone, always together,
become the decisions of who we are
.
Finding ourselves to be better,
knowing care, hope, peace, acceptance, forgiveness,
Provide us to lead our world to something better.
The 4th of July
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Featured, Honor
Bright lights in July,
reminding me of distant battles
lost before my memory started.
Peaceful silence of willful defiance
broken by the thundering roar
of personal independence.
No war to recall,
no battlefields scattered with loss,
only social revelation to announce.
Thoughts kept warm with hope,
and dreams exploding nearby the stars,
as loved ones still seem so far.
Deep chastity, perfected innocence.
Childlike memories of desperate times,
fought with lives that were not our own.
The Old Crow
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Dedicated Poems, Featured
Sitting above the backroom,
the gray sulfur of indiscretion
billowing beneath my perch.
Voices of sinful conversation,
reaching my ears,
playing amongst my thoughts.
Old crow, black and lost,
Watching through the rain,
wondering if anyone cared.
Peaceful and stubborn,
a life that didn’t have reason,
or even worthwhile consideration.
Old crow, discarded and soiled,
upon the wire that holds no weight
dark water raining from the stars.
The wind, my subtle care no more
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Featured, Love, Romantic
Sweet dreams, reminiscent of a fall day.
Do you hear, as I do, how things are so beautiful?
Hearing voices of tumbling leaves, chaotic ramblings.
or do you fail to listen, to hope, to such silent whispers?
In my mind, I hear no silence, just motion around my life.
Together I would have thought, that this was perfect.
Everyone cares, not as much as I, for you, beside my side.
Yet I know, that my arms are left empty, quietly so.
My heart holds itself against hopeful dreaming, quietly waiting.
It is another day, alone and unwanted, remembering.
Trusting in how I believe, in how I care, knowing.
That my soul finds itself patiently listening to the wind.
Save Nothing
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Featured, Loss
I was asked by an absolute stranger today,
in an inquiring tone and dominating request,
if I would believe as I do, if not having been wrong.
I thought, if I was right today,
could I foresee how I would live tomorrow,
or would I blindly fail to see things behind me?
So I asked, first of myself, then of the stranger,
would these simple questions be too complex,
or would it be easier to ignore the truth?
The stranger paused, with a slow, steady breathing,
with cool eyes and cautious reckoning,
and said, “I believe in asking the question”
Yet I did not hesitate, not even for a second,
my thought was fluid and free, nimble and agile,
as I whispered “if only I had a chance”
The stranger looked at me, with perplexed vision,
quietly pondering my statement and posture,
wondering if I had deeper meaning than they did.
I simply knew my thoughts were precise and accurate.
They were simple crossroads of thought and emotion,
perfectly detailed moments of a life I had loved.
“save nothing”would become the description of my life,
exact moments of expression no one else ever knew.,
yet defining every second as building something more.
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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.
Illicit Lover
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Featured, Lust, Romantic
She said,
whispering through
her passionate breath,
that she liked me.
I smiled,
pulling her against my chest,
pinning her arms,
kissing her without asking.
We lost ourselves,
two bodies holding on
to the dreams we embraced
as our lips succumbed to lust.
Neither of us noticed,
the small wounds of indiscretion
finding ourselves being ravaged
as only lovers can detail.
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.