Falling into the horizon
Posted by Barry Hurd in Blog, Mystery
I was flying,
through the sky.
As if life, like a bird,
had wings made of joy.
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Amazed and bewildered,
stretching my hope beyond today.
Moving through the clouds,
as night embraced my lover.
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I held on, reaching farther,
knowing truth in feeling, not in having.
Falling faster, cold air on my lips,
my voice left silent in the wind.
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Still searching,
hopeful now, as if always
keeping my heart warm, lightly glowing
as the stars beckon my adoration.
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Dear twilight, should I find this journey
to be an escape, do not let me go.
For I will find my companion,
when the sun rises, and I fall.
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.
Things that make you go Hmmmmm…..
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Daily thoughts, Mystery, Spiritual
In five seconds I forgot to mention
The way you saw me standing in awe
as we both found we knew nothing
the lifetime I would remember you
in the blink of an eye, so fast
the day my hopes were so grand
Do you recall that moment?
the second you lost yourself
in a mere glance across the room
from the quiet heart witnessing the disregard
of how both of us didn’t accept the truth.
Can you believe in one chance
without knowing the subtle romance?
I wonder, if you and I were alone
and no one would have known
would I say how I felt, without pause
to someone who I’d never see again
would I hope to reach out, fall in love
or could I barely manage to be a friend?
I wonder, if two souls like ours can meet
if they can dance for just one brief melody
would you remember anything of me?
Dreaming
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Dedicated Poems, Mystery
Dreaming***************
I think to myself
is the air I breathe
something of me
I try to believe
as I focus on if
a soul can be free
I wonder of things
the need to see
a reason to be
as I ponder
Your words
subtle yet strong
they make me belong
Your eyes
reaching deep within me
in search of destiny
Your heart, so strong
I realize,
is not yet gone
as I hope
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
A Wordsmith’s Prison
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Loss, Mystery
I trusted myself, more than I should have
There was deceit in my mind,
burrowing in my thoughts
My hands were corrupt, covered in soil and hate
And my words, my words…
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They were simply venomous
So sharp my own tongue bled as I spoke
Every word was painful,
Fueling the anguish in my soul
Leaving me a taste so foul, that I could not focus
On anything but rage
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I tore at myself,
Loathing the very substance of each phrase
Finding each phrase almost unbearable
as I screamed out my life
My skin crawled with regret
Knowing I could never convey anything but lies
And knowing that I despised myself for it
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My soul, a black void that consumed itself
Choking on each thought as it tried leaving my lips
And feverishly wanting someone to make me quiet
To hold me down,
Knock me senseless,
And help me end the lunacy of dreadful imagination
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There was no salvation, no quiet meadow
No, for me there was only a chaotic room of voices
Crazy thoughts and half-finished sentences
A little white room with no doors
And only myself to talk to
My own cellmate in this purgatory of creativity
The Candle
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Mystery
In the absence of darkness
I stand almost unnoticed
A shadow of hope
Cast aside by society
Until I am needed
Barely holding myself
As I am cold and hidden in view
But when I am whole with purpose
I shine with everything ounce I am
Flickering against the night
Caring for a world I cannot see
A world that hardly knows me
Touching it with my every effort
Wanted only for what I give
As I burn, trying to survive
Yet I let my life slowly fade away
Giving myself to everyone but me
Sometimes lit simply to help them believe
Poetic Riddle
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume One, Creative Writing, Dedicated Poems, Inquisitive, Mystery, Spiritual
Upon midnight’s glow to these dreams you should know
To be adored, would you never hear it evermore
And while I thought my words became entwined with this heart
As if no one could hear the gentle beating missing
No this heart was not fleeting nor would it be lost in lore
Upon these dreams I heard the sound, gently saying this verse once more
A beat so strong that it became not yet like a song
Touching it’s memories, to be loved and belong
While singing this rhyme to which it had never rehearsed
Belonged just a sound that was lost from the start
Confused and beguiled, it became lost and wild
“But could it be remembered” I asked, to be lost like a child
This riddle of falling would not lead to sorrow
Yet tomorrow would entice a heart to answer with time
Long before reversal of reason or the knock at the door
Would it be answered, could it be ignored
No it was chance to perhaps lead to more
A never knowing envy to be quietly ablaze
Whom to this heart could ever believe
This was not the reason nor was it me
The poetry of describing love became like a maze
But faith believed was not a treason of the soul
Merely momentary relief of being adored
One can say it was stolen, if not by will or by chance
No sound could be lost, as if in silence was grief
Reason regardless, it led to living and dance
If a heart would forget, I’d be labeled a thief
To sing of the chances, of kisses, and romance
For the beat was the pen and the sound was it’s worth
Believing in poetry so forceful it would always come forth
When years became wisdom and the silence became broken by tears
Yet two hearts had parted, a sudden confusion of fear
Half one part, the song lacked an end for the start
Forever needing singing, never needing anymore
This sound of quiet became the question foretold
Never forgetting dreaming and the reasons too cold
Pale grew the sound beating at the season’s door
Questioning the dreaming of becoming something more
Betoken
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume One, Inquisitive, Loss, Mystery, Spiritual
Subtle betoken
 My veil has dropped
   Was this dark life so dim
     Feeling this ice within my veins
       This darkness resides my brethren
Windows tinted with malicious spirits inside
 Can you hear these noises
   Feigning voices this screaming resides
     My own depth wanting so shallow
       This pain suggest I die
When dim thoughts harrow my mind
 My dismay becomes my harrow
   Nightly I wonder why
     Encompassing vision I do not find
       Emotion hinting no ease
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Will this darkness fade from me
Within shadows I must see
Catechize Within
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume One, Loss, Mystery, Spiritual
Reflections, tell me
 What do you know
   Tell me now
     What secrets do you keep
I have your dreams
 I’ll give them to you for a price
   I have your dreams
     Do you know what makes you weep
Simply tell me all your secrets
 You know them all so well
   Simply tell me all your secrets
     Is your dreaming not worth the words
You can have all these illusions
 Your answers may be sharply edged as swords
   You can have all these illusions
     Your reaction may simply be regret
Tell me all your secrets
 I just want to know the dreams
   Tell me all your secrets
     Stop looking in this mirror
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Phantom Words
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume One, Mystery, Spiritual
Subtle words
 Shouting in my mind
   I feel this phantom
     Whispering wind and rhyme
He is not quiet
 Nor absolute in tone
   He cannot stop his screaming
     Is this wanting dreaming
Who can hear this voice so shallow
 Do I have a choice to listen or delay
   Does this echo voice my thoughts
     Why do I choose to stay
