This is the personal writing site of Barry Hurd- online consultant, designer, writer, marketer, entrepreneur, and father.
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 […]
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.
Beyond the realm,
of fallen thoughts
and peaceful hope,
between my life
and my dreams,
Is where my spirit
lays quietly,
rustling in tall grass,
encumbered by thoughts,
that defy nature,
as if it was figment.
Serendipity,
random chance,
revolving doors
finding themselves,
at the crossroads
without any sign.
I am, simply
forgotten amongst the leaves,
a path of lost memories
and unheard laughter,
held closely, without recall
of the very things I forgot.
LoL, It really isn’t a bitter year! This is just poetry for the day. I’m laughing I wrote this when I’m having such a good morning!
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A Bitter Year *************************
Crimson wine I ask, as my hands tremble,
Trying to feverishly hold to delicate thoughts,
As my body grows cold and my heart numb
I hear whispers against the chime […]
I tried forgetting myself
deep within the well of desire
mostly lost in discarded passion
and fruitless isolation
It was not my mind
keeping me prisoner behind this facade
but my heart as I poured forth
and tasted the nectar of my labour run dry
Random words treaded across my spirit
leaving marks that tore into my carefree demeanour
and pushed my nature deeper, without […]
Sometimes, we hold ourselves
not knowing forgiveness or compassion
We find the truth of our thoughts broken
as the darkness we feel becomes sacrilage
As children, we learn to believe
in things that we cannot see, or feel
we find our imagination becoming real
and we listen to an invisible world as our friend
Yet as we grow, we discover the fallen apple
We […]
It was, Serendipity
The Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind
my Brave Heart fueling
a life in the City of Angels
as I am Sleepless in Seattle
I wonder, if I could Say Anything
Would it be heard, or leave me a Ghost
Trying to nurture this Garden State
Trapping myself in Wonderland
perhaps making me a Patriot
or a poet, like Shakespeare in Love
maybe […]
There I was, just trying to be me.
Who I needed to be, the person I tried to believe
I wasn’t remarkable, nor very special
Just a person, on a fateful day of significance
Where I could choose, to be more
I did not know much, and I often didn’t care to
My stature was tall, but average enough to often […]
This was without reason or rhyme
A sudden outburst of emotional rheatoric
Fueled by desire, and hidden urges
My thoughts were dark, far more insidious than creative
Yet I wrote each harsh letter, and none of them I could read
They left me wondering if my soul was making me bleed
Oh yes, my addiction to the […]
I dreamt 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 […]