Just Once…. on my birthday
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Friendship
Just Once…
I thought I’d say something
a little more meaningful than the last
A brief joke or a subtle line of logic
perhaps just slightly different
so that you would remember what I say
But then as always,
I’d just be forgotten and tossed aside
Like the wrapping paper of a mediocre birthday gift
Yet someone besides you,
would remember I had a purpose, a spark of life
that had color and even meaningful intention
They would see me for a second
as you tore my spirit to pieces with greed in your heart
and witness my beautiful hope littered on the ground
My careful edges, my proud design
all rendered to little pieces of mismatched chaos
that simply laid wasted on the floor as you stepped on them
Yet that other person, someone I wasn’t intended for
would see me for what I was, a gift of hope and compassion,
of carefully thought emotion and loving endearment
and yet on my birthday, the only day I had to live
I was proud to have given everything I was, everything I would be
simply to know that it would be discarded by you.
Some people…
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Friendship
Some people… think that I’m crazy.
Its often very simple like that.
Some people say that I’m true.
Some people call me quiet.
Some people know I’m a friend.
Some people realize who I am.
Yet no one knows, as my life is often changing.
They witness, as my reality zips on by.
Everything changing at the drop of a dime.
I wonder, is living life my only crime?
No one would know. It is often lost in the past.
No one would know
The simple thoughts I shared with them
No one would know
The moment I stood behind them, without ever being there
No one would know
The feeling I had when I looked them in the eye
No one would know
if I was just dreaming, losing myself in believing
Yet they see me, wandering through life and asking questions
They ponder my actions, as much as I wonder about my own
Every step, leading to another, a question upon itself
and I find myself being the only one who reached the answer
So I ask, if not for myself, would I still ask for you?
I simply accept life,
one step at a time
I move forward
taking a breath
and viewing the world again
from a vantage no one shares
and I care
to look back,
to reach out
and hope
that I’ll find someone
just like you
Do You Remember?
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Dedicated Poems, Friendship, Spiritual
Last year when I was gone
It hurt, to hear the wind sing
the end of summer, the nights so long
To see a day of giving end so wrong
When you reach, to never again hold my hand
Yet I have yet to go, as my heart can’t stay
as my soul is lost in figment, in every way
Remember me, I wonder
Can I dare to believe in trying to stand
Is it too hard to say, with one breath
Too fare gone to hold myself from the edge
Yet in summer’s end, no more words to send
Closed thoughts, such an abrupt end
A moment of truth, a heartfelt pledge
I remember, yet I say good-bye with a smile
and as the time goes by, I lose a friend
Day by day I realize, its been awhile
To see a sunset, one that coloured my world
I wonder, does the sunlight erase my thought
to try and forget, a dream I could never afford
accepting my passion had become so distraught
Through good times, and through bad
the sad times, with everything misunderstood
The gifts that we gave,
The mistakes that we made
Can one remember, with a peaceful hope
What friendship means,
Does one remember?
The simple feeling of spring
Beacon Friend
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Friendship
I, am the one person who will never regret the memory of your words
the way you cared, the brief moment you let your guard down
My eyes, would not betray a heart as simply devoted as I let myself be
they would not disbelieve the wonder and imagination you let me see
Oh if, if only you could fall again, let down the walls of your life
to let yourself be seen, as whole and imperfect as we all are
If then, would you believe that someone like me still believes
in someone like you, a person who my heart would always need
I, if no one else, would care to understand the tide of living you disregard
yet I could not ignore the world you failed to travel through
No, my soul would simply become brighter, hoping that one day it would be found
if only it could shine enough, to be seen, to give your life a point of reference
It may not be home, no, it may only be a moment that defines what comes next
but it would serve, without faulter, as a place to look back to, in fond memory
I would not believe the point to be perfect, but I would consider it whole
as if entirely truthful, a friendship that would simply stand against the ravages of time
I wasn’t lost
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Friendship, Spiritual
I swear this was a dream,
When I was a child, not more than ten
The sky was bright, the air was warm
I was alone in a park
Full of amazing flowers and a crystal stream
My feet were wandering, taking little steps
As I was distracted by everything I laid eyes on
I didn’t care what I was doing or even realize what I was doing
But I was happy, brilliantly moving along one second at a time
Each blade of grass carefully watched, every breath meaningful
My whole world was there, as if the truth of life was leading me along
The direction wasn’t set, nor did I ever bother to look where I was going
Yet my heart embraced itself, holding me like my best friend’s hand
and I realized how complete this dream was
when I found you standing beside me
Never good-bye
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Friendship, Loss
A friend, that I never said good-bye to
Was so far away, perhaps so lost
That they never heard my apology
the sincere regret I heard in my heart
or the loss I felt when my faith was questioned
I never said good-bye
Because I knew who I was
Every time I took a breath, I knew myself
Better than I wanted to know anyone
enough that I saw how much they meant to me
It wasn’t my vision that was lacking
Nor was it the lack of honest decisions
It wasn’t a loss for missing a part of myself
Because everything I had was here
It was here, because I never said good-bye
Faith
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Friendship, Spiritual
The only chance I had, wasted
As my heart sadly broke
So sad, I thought, a life of which no one spoke
and to have wine too bitter to be tasted
I wondered, did I deserve a distraction
A beautiful chance to escape
Or would I never fall in love, live a life without satisfaction
Realizing my heart was too far gone to relate
I was so tired, not of dreaming
But of the days spent alone
The nights spent screaming
Hiding in darkness, my true face never shown
Oh god, do I accept
That I cannot discover any peace tonight
Do I regret or forget
That everything I wanted had blinded my sight
Some comfort, all I wanted was someone to care
For a sweet madness to release me
To let my soul fly once more, to leap, to dare
And perhaps, in another day, we shall see
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.
The Children of a Modern World
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Creative Writing, Friendship
Once, in a world of chaotically bright color.
Was a child and his only friend.
They lived in a city of painted personalities.
A urban sprawl of mysterious demands and narrow escapes.
Neither of them knew why they were there.
They simply existed in a community of only two, forever alone.
The child, always inquisitive- always asked questions.
Inquiries that were often met by faceless solitude.
The friend, always carefree – was always willing to play.
Yet neither of them ever drew the attention of those around them.
The child and his fried seemingly knew only each other.
No one else saw them, even when they stood in the street.
Waiting impatiently for a car to come run them down.
They had grown so independent of the world.
That they knew they had no connection with it.
The child frequently screamed at the sky.
Usually with daring curses and questions about why.
He did not wish to care, but still he would cry.
His life was defined by his friend who was so carefree.
After years of playing, of enjoying his life, he was only left one decision.
The friend however, was living a life with only one purpose.
To laugh, to be carefree, and to have no limits.
The friend simply wanted to find a partner to enjoy his company.
Yet the chosen child was his only friend.
A child that was quickly losing himself in the maze of adulthood.
One day the child looked at the friend,
Put his shirt on, placed a tie around his neck, and buttoned his jacket.
He walked into the kitchen, grabbed a cup of coffee, and left his home.
As he speeded through to his destination, he listened to the words of someone else.
He sat forever looking at a red light, with a blank stare just like those around him.
The friend sat in his home, waiting for his friend to return.
Each day he moved things around, trying to find his friend somewhere beneath the rubble.
The friend spent years trying, again and again, to discover his inquisitive child.
One day, after many days had passed, his child came home.
and to the friend’s horror, he realized that he was invisible as the child looked through him.
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