BarelyABard

BarelyABard Mar 2017

Turn the lights off and let me see you bare.
Even in the darkness,
all I want to do is stare.

Fall into the sheets
and tell me what you crave,
I'll let you whisper secrets,
if you let me misbehave.

The words are softly spilling
from your breathless wicked lips,
they make me grin in pleasure,
with my hands upon your hips.

The time for talk is over,
with my face between your thighs.
You come across an angel,
but the devil's in your eyes.

We both can drown in ecstasy
while the world ends in our kiss.
Climb on top of me and moan,
as we meld
into the
bliss.

BarelyABard Mar 2017

SilentChaos

I want a life of quiet wildness.
A soul roaming free
in a forest
made for me.
The steady
drop
drop
drop
of rain landing on each leaf.

Ive been running through the green in my mind,
while walking through the day to day.

A safe haven of feral peace where I listen to a loud world through the ears of a quiet spirit is what I require.

The world seems to be getting noisier,
but the untamed parts seem to be vanishing.

Like entropy,
is the beautiful chaos seeping out of the world...

...or out of me?

BarelyABard Mar 2017

Choose Your Fate

It's our choice to gaze into the crushing weight of hell and howl the word
"No."
It is not our job.
Not our duty.
Of this we are not required.
With ease can we close our eyes and allow despair and time to rot our bones, decay our souls;
gently allowing ourselves to become a
fractured stranger.

This is our choice,
no matter where the fingers may point.
Though death may take us
and pain may shape us,
by our own volition do we decide the internal outcry against malevolent depths.

Find the strength of a mountain fighting the year.
or silently hoard through bank vaults of fear.
Persevere or surrender yourself.
Against the weight.

Choose your fate.

BarelyABard Mar 2017

Promised Lands

I'm don't think I'm a diamond,
but I'm certainly the rough.
The bits of me you chew on might be tender, might be tough.
My wants and needs are simple,
but I'm not a simple man,
If only you could step inside,
I'd show you hope and promised lands.

They won't be filled with milk and honey,
but maple syrup should do;
as I cook some love and pancakes,
then I'll lay it out for you.
Lay with me in moonlight,
and I'll take your breath and moan.
Come morning we'll be laughing at the future times unknown.

My wants and needs are simple,
but I'm not a simple man.
I only want to show you warmth,
so discard fear and take my hand.

BarelyABard Mar 2017

A Dying Phoenix

I've been living as a flame without oxygen, warmth and fury underneath the skin without a means to breathe.
Attached to that which gives me life,
or at least the illusion of it.
Fire needs fuel
A spark remains
This world is cruel.
Oh please explain
Why do I feel my spirit growing weaker every day?

The energy from within is not what it used to be,
and I am the only one to blame.
Relying on fleeting sustenance
while the true hunger
wears and tears
my cares and prayers
making me think I'm beyond repair.
I've been searching for nourishment in all the wrong places,
while my soul accepts defeat
and my embers all deplete.

Yet...
that voice has never silenced.
"It's not too late to change.
It's never too late to change.
Stop your life and rearrange,
the puzzle of existence that seems so concrete."

If my essence is fire,
then let it become
Unbound.
Untethered.
Expound.
Unweathered.
Give me strength to burn away the artificial reality I have created;
become a creature beyond reason.
**A dying phoenix on a path to be reborn.

BarelyABard Feb 2017

Before my birth I had no name/eman on evah ll'I htaed ym retfA

Before my birth, I had no name.
Cities born out of
straight lines and
mathematical perfection
became the law.
It taught me what it means to walk.
Child becomes man
and man becomes confused.
Confusion turns to fear
and the man becomes abused.

I asked myself.
The mountains don't grow in straight lines. The ocean follows no law.
The clouds do not need a guiding hand
The beasts do not fear tomorrow.
Why do I?

When I looked into the heavens with a solemn cry for truth.
I did not see an ancient god,
but came upon a laughing youth...

Playing hide and seek.
That is when I understood.

In the end, I'll have no name.
Just embers in an endless flame.

BarelyABard Jan 2017

An Honest Muse

Etches in the ***** mirror, like ghost across the skies.
draw hopeful words in steam from all my weakened sighs
The morning brings bravery to meet the darkness with defiance
but night fills my heart with longing and the slightest stroke of violence.
The eyes in front of me,
reflections of what I want to be
aren't the eyes I actually see
the purest form of what is me.
Wrinkles pouring 'cross my face
meet the stretch marks of wasted space.
I check the clock.
My bank account.
The scale.
Numerical definitions of what I have and what I don't.
But I cannot check my happiness to see if I am overdue.
No check on Friday will fill my heart... which has been overdrawn.
How to measure the strength of soul, before the vault is all but gone...
The etches in the mirror say
"Tomorrow is another day." while advertisements of existence blur my vision.
They tell me this is life.
They tell me work your job. Pay your bills. Accept your place.
But I have slowly learned that I will never agree.
What will I do when words run out and I am left with an empty wallet, an empty mind, an empty heart?
Let me body decay before my strength does.
Let the words stay etched in my mind.
Tomorrow is another day