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Night Terrors

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Found this poem from a while back and thought that I would share.

 

“Night Terrors”

The music of this place pulsates

To the rhythms of heartbeats.

The lights shame me into feeling

That none of this is real, but your hand

On mine makes my heart lose count.

 

Elegies written in the corners of crinkled

Eye and smile lines. A hollow beat beckons

Me to stay true; however, I know how this night ends,

With me clutching pillows, waking

From a nightmare vision in my own bed.

 

I scream into the dark, but only silence

Answers my tirade. I hear my heartbeat again

Running away in time with my thoughts and dream

Spectacles again, taking me out of sync. Yet a breath

And a few uncried tears lull me back to my

Blissful torment. An unending dirge.

 

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Written by barryr22

March 7, 2016 at 1:09 am

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Finite

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I spin into the light.

A top twirled by some impressive overlord.

I am one with the synchronicity he has for me,

But can I truly withstand the force of his hand?

My spindle chips a little,

And my gait changes as I continue to twirl.

My spindle tip breaks, and I wobble

Incomprehensibly until I fall,

Yet the others never cease their spinning…

Written by barryr22

September 13, 2012 at 9:00 pm

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Reflectivity

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A standard mirror hangs on a

Barren wall. It reflects an empty room

Where we used to dwell.

Many memories have once been

Contained within a lacquered golden

Frame.

Now they are contained in a different

Space of time and place

Within a covetous mind.

Eternally frozen yet moving

Forever.

To break a mirror may bring

Seven years of torment and shame,

But this destruction steals

Away my thoughts to shards and

Immutable fragments of

Before.

Written by barryr22

February 28, 2012 at 11:47 pm

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Spectres

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Westward I go!

Across an ocean filled with the

Bloated corpses of my past.

I cannot escape their glazed over

Eyes that stare up at me and make me remember.

I push them down with each oar stroke,

Moving further from them toward the

Deep. Still, I can hear them scrape against the

Bottom, not allowing me to forget.

Written by barryr22

February 17, 2012 at 11:55 pm

At the Crossroads

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My heart’s desire is not

Accessible by mortal means or

Schemes of the mind. So

I bury my visage to

Summon some ethereal force to

Bargain. But no one comes. Maybe,

I am too pure for the Pitt’s

Hounds to want to embrace the

Warmth of my flesh. Or maybe they

Sense my worth as nothing more than a

Pound of flesh sacrificed to and unknown

God. Still, the blues plays on in the

Background, and I am thankful for the

Ambiance.

Written by barryr22

November 19, 2011 at 12:51 am

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Analytic Repose

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Can a soul bleed?

Can a part of ourselves

Fall into the oblivious nature of

Our inner desires. Are we anything but

Corrupt? Can we feel? Can we adjust our

Contemplating to make allowance for the

Temperate equality that cuts through the

Darkness of our own understanding?

We are nothing…. we cannot be unless the interplay

Allows…

Written by barryr22

November 10, 2011 at 11:59 pm

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Twisted Everyway

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The corner of my afghan

Frays a little more every

Time I curl underneath it which

Seems to be more often in

Recent months with the

Division of my memory into the

Black hole that exists in my

Mind. Some say that losing

Oneself is a golden moment, but the

Fading of my fleshly thoughts,

Emotions, connections becomes

Grim in the cold light of morning

Where my screaming insecurities are

Presented in magna-vision in the big

Screen of someone else’s theater.

Written by barryr22

November 1, 2011 at 9:34 pm

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