Saturday, January 07, 2006


Beat my heart,
Tribal drum,
Coax the feeling,
Of spiritual dilation,

Tears come,
For I know,
Deep inside,
I haven’t been everything you wanted me to be.

You are an impulse,
Sensation, repatriation,
Sing loudly to wake me,
I ache to feel alive again,
Just to be right here.

Delve deeper,
Ease yourself into it,
Into the severe melancholy,
Into the relinquishing,
Years of grief strike you like swords in battle,
And the storm calls for remuneration.

This is the healing,
It pains all mortals,
It molds them firmly,
And breaks them again,

Out of one wish we are created
And back into nothing we go.

@2006 copyright SirBarrett


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nicely done. I can't write worth shit but I can definitely appreciate a good piece.

3:09 p.m.  
Blogger iamnasra said...

AT times we so called human keeps wondering for happiness it s all there gazing at us right in the eyes..its all lyes deep withing us... The faith its just a hand reach but we allure our selves to another direction

Truely we need that awakening but at times the alarm keeps ringing we are too deaf to hear ...

7:41 p.m.  
Blogger BarbaraFromCalifornia said...

Very nice...You have quite a calling for poetry, I see.

10:13 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

oh my goodness.....

i'm in love with this's so beautiful!

you have such a way with words, I feel it, i feel connected to it. You're incredible!

9:55 a.m.  
Blogger Lorena said...

i can feel the transformation...this is pulsating with strength. and then the ending is so honest....we all are trying to awaken, to feel alive again.

you must keep writing poetry.
it's beautiful.

11:03 a.m.  
Blogger Frap Gurl said...

Like Mitz, I feel connected with it as well! This is great Sirbarret! Awesome!

3:14 p.m.  
Blogger GEL said...

Strong piece, pulsing with
passion and introspection.

7:45 a.m.  

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