It’s not what you think
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Spiritual
I could feel her breathing,
slow exhaustion
Pushing past every limit
Leaving passion without definition
pulling me deeper
Would I ignore this thieving
Quickly failing my lustful needing
No I, no I indeed
Should I fall to earthbound heaving
This night my soul would be leaving
Oh yes, yes I
Could quickly abandon my believing
My fateful dismay of peaceful greaving
Yet could I bare to retrieve
a heartfelt embrace
or would I leave myself
beyond human understanding
of my soul, my living
to betray this moment
of perfect caring
to become a chance I miss
a second not worth giving
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
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?
Living a Dream
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Creative Writing, Dreams, Spiritual
Once,
before I learned to doubt
I was free
Beyond the constraints of reality
And living in the substance of imagination
I was
Simply defined
A true spirit who did not know
How far my world would allow me to travel
Before finding myself, simply unique
No one
Understood
The deep passion in my breath
The heartfelt charity I would never regret
Yet I was simply me, an individual living his dream
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
The Loneliest Man on Earth
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Loss, Spiritual
I wish of things beyond
The simple things
That only I can see
Through the eyes of a man
Not a hero
Through hope and despair
Not defined by the things I wear
I wish of life
of an average story
where I am the background character
of a boy, on his farm
not the savoire of the world
trying to rescue everyone
when I am the only one needing saving
I wish, upon all wishes
that I was not Superman
To be a generic persona,
With just one defining truth
to keep my heart, to keep myself
less alone than being super makes me be
I wish, dear heaven do I wish
to have my wings clipped
to never touch the sky again
to sacrifice my strength, and my solitude
to look at the face of someone I know is equal
and to find myself embraced by a heart
stronger than my own
If only I could wish,
would the world call me selfish
could they believe in the only part of me
that I’m scared they’ll never see
I’m just a man,
please let this heart roam free
The Saddest Giant
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Loss, Regret, Spiritual
There comes a moment, when trust and faith become meaningless. Little words that define nothing, as if black had no white. They share such a common theme that they are inherently held together, like a body and soul.
Yet my body lacks a soul. I swear that my breath causes my lungs to raise, only if I live. I am not unique or special in construction, only an automation of blood and flesh that is different because of the error of my creation. I do want to be different. I want to be normal.
If indeed I was created, would not my body be worthy of holding something as special as a soul? If I could breathe, would it not be to fuel the light within me, to ignite the passion of my spirit?
I would only wish that my face was not so hideous, that the people I see would know I cared for them. Someone should love me. I am not broken, or I hope that I am not. Am I not more than the monster they think me to be?
Too many questions. Too many indeed. If I could speak, perhaps I could ask Frankenstein to fix his creation.
Growing
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Spiritual, Survival
I wonder about you, standing still.
Feel the wind as it touches the tree.
Here is a moment of serenity.
Ask me, beg of me, to have permission to sway.
The heart you have breathes, listen and it speaks.
No two beats sound alike, kindred to nature’s rustling leaves.
Never lost, you know where your roots are.
When you find yourself, in the flowers, life finds you.
In the moment, standing in the tall grass.
The air touches you, caresses your body.
It forces you to your knees, to admire living in awe.
Yet you dream, the warm hand of sun holding you.
Spiritual beams of hope resurrecting desire within everything.
And you wonder, if the world can live with passion such as yours.
The Feeling of Being Alone
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Loss, Spiritual
Sweet, distant
Oblivion
The last place I found myself
And the only time I knew nothing
I stood there,
Alone
Wondering if my shame
Had been given to me when I was born
I felt myself
Lost
Trying to find a place no one
Could fathom
or realize
But it was in me
an emptiness
A lack of caring for anything
Even myself
Eternity’s Gaze
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Love, Spiritual
If, for only a second
I could look into your eyes
the tragic minute of my death
I would cry, for not needing tears
But of knowing beauty had not escaped me
and the soul I had would be at rest
My slumber, would not lose me
as yet only my heart
would live again, yes it would live
Forever in the moment of our gaze