True Love of Coffee

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***************

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

 

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

 

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