Every once in awhile I pray
To help me find my way
Into the hearts,
Lives and parts
Of those who need me
To be who they need me to be

I am here
You are there
Plenty of time
Like agéd wine
I will wait
Make no mistake
Our past cannot be changed
Our present is at hand
Our future is unknown
Although our minds are woven
With thoughts of dreams
And things
Without end

It's now time to bear
Forgiveness to each one's wear.
Simplicity in it's valued form
Touching hands during a lightening storm
A kiss upon the brow of life
Causing very little strife
Laying down next to you
Crossing over two-by-two
The bitter sweet taste of flesh on flesh
Combines together without end.

We too are one of those
Those that sprite the very life
We now live
Close-knit you and I.


© 2003
Timothy R. Barre

Sincerity is the best part of another person's life.


© 1999
Timothy R. Barre

When you're coming
To the hardest part,
Your future has to be
Reprimanded
So as it can be
Informatively seen,
In many visions
Of life.

Recording events,
Writing stories,
Doing homework,
Being the greatest lover,
Can always be the
Hardest part.

Girls, boys.
Curls, toys.

We can all believe
In rock and roll.
We have to learn
To compromise.
All we ever do is
Live in a fantasy world,
Reliving the past.

Our lovers,
Dreamers,
And fantasizes
All have one things
In common:

They are the hardest part.

Making love,
Every night and day,
It's really neat
To be able to see
The things
In life,
That, as a whole,
Are as a natural to
Both you and me.


© 1982
Timothy R. Barre

Physical Beauty may very well be only skin deep…
But isn't it nice eye candy!


© 2000
Timothy R. Barre

As I wander through the years
Keeping step in time
I find that I lose all that I have done
To becoming only a distant memory
And things yet to be done.

If I had a crystal ball
To tell me the world of all
Keeping me on track
Seeing all around me
Far and back….

I want to be free
To fly away like the butterfly
Free to spread my wings of gold
Having insight into the days of old.

A crystal ball to see it all
Watch it last…
Watch it grow…
Nurture it into something
New and exciting
Into being.

The ability to look into the past
And foretell the future
Keep in mind all that's been
And all that will become.

Hold onto it all…
Cherish your every step…
We don't have that long to live
In this world…we've wept…
In God's plan for all….
We are an intimate small part of being
Existing for only a few seconds in the Lord's
Vision for all.

Live your last days
Today and tomorrow…
Look back to live and learn
But don't step back and yearn…
Do what you want to do
Now and forever….
There's very little time
On all of our side's…
Forgive and forget
For those whom you've wept
Live instead for those who are there
Right here, right now….
There's plenty of time…

The good Lord will allow
Some way,
Some how….

It is we that he loves….
Like two simple doves.


© 2000
Timothy R. Barre

One man's gain
Is not necessarily
Another man's loss.
For it is through
Another's gain,
That we desire and want
To achieve the gain
That others have attained.


© 2004
Timothy R. Barre

Thoughts are but words written in pen
In indelible ink – words that don't end
Transferring thoughts and emotions
On paper devotions;
Allows the writer to say whatever he can
Creating a wall from this indelible ink;
That may be his plan
What do you think?

Writing allows the writer to think
Spilling of thoughts and emotions
On paper with pencil and ink
But what are his plans, his thoughts and his notions?
Desiring something
So dear and so sweet
Wishing he were twenty-something
Again in a heart beat

Is it a way to hide in a cave
A way to say things otherwise brave?
Fear of rejection
Is his only affliction
Dealing with pain
On the mind and in the brain

Showing some sign
Of sweetness and delight
A man with a spine
A white shining knight

Cowering in a corner
Waiting for something to happen
As if like a mourner
Looking upon some misshapen

Waiting for something so right and so true
Just simply wanting to say, "My pleasure" or "Thank you"

Imagination runs wild and free
On paper abound so naturally
Saying and writing whatever one thinks
An outlet for life
Well, that and a few drinks
A surgical knife…
Now there is a thought
Hoping and planning and plotting a lot

Compare it to death –
Death without dying
Ceasing the last breath
No more sighing or crying…

Judgment day is here already
A writer can write anything he wants without fear
Writing about you in a teddy
And holding you so near

The movies can get away with that too
Fantasy and dreams
Are all that they knew
Conjuring up whatever it dreams
Horror or Romance
Or Science-Fiction it seems
With maybe a chance
For far-fetched extremes

Holding the gate
With one hand steady
The other planning the fate
Of the characters already
Dying them off one by one
As if narrowing it down – such an unworthy pun

If creativeness is pleasure
And pleasure is right
Then couldn't we take at our leisure
This plight?

Many emotions are writ here within
Wishing sometimes for a bottle of gin
Knowing that drunkenness
Can hide the images herein
Waiting in the darkness
Waiting here within

Knowing that reality strikes from a distance
The writer's in need of someone's assistance
Needing to set him straight
Wanting to take all of the bait

Desiring and needing
And wanting true love
All over and bleeding
And all the above

Fear of commitment is something yet waning
Is it all in my learning and relative training?
Wanting what's there
And wanting what's not
Pulling out one's hair
Without getting caught

The writer continues to write words
And meaning –
Listening to the birds
Conveying a meaning
Turning it into something so bright
A silver lining with a shimmering light

For now the writer continues to view
His surroundings so wide, so far and so new
Unchartable territory out there somewhere
Looking for that indelible flair
To flourishly write
To have an outcome so bright –
Looking and listening
At the sun ever glistening

Writing in prose
Or writing in rhyme -
Learning ever more
Each stroke of the pen
Closing one door,
And opening another again.


© 2004
Timothy R. Barre

The freedom to say and do as we see fit
Reflects on those of us who follow the rules.


© 2000
Timothy R. Barre

If we could measure
The passing time of each pleasure
Or watch the second hand on a clock
Make us stop to smell the coffee and take stock
In the things that our
Lives importance's thus far

A time piece of life
Relaxing from inner strife
A watch or clock
With each passing hand's tick-tock

The intense measure
Of undulated pleasure
Send us soaring
Deep into life adoring

It's time and place
Second nature to outer space
No limits set forth
Watching the longing birth
Of visionary life
Set first
With every last breath
Held countless to the test

A gold coin sits on a table
Exact and precise, yet pricely unstable
Life and it's outcome
Bring us farther from home
Toward something so strong
We've known all along

Inner peace that's taught
Is what really is sought

Time is a luxury we can't afford
Time passes by to slowly
When we're bored
Speeding up only fears
We may have lost something so dear

Take the time
Don't let life pass on by
Test yourself on the fly
Take this time
You'll make your bout
Without a doubt
And end up winning
The gold crown inning

This is what the gold coin
Allows each one of us to join
Passing time as each is spent
It's time you lived life with accent.


© 2006
Timothy R. Barre

To share with another
Means that there is a sacrifice willing
To be taken on either end.


© 2000
Timothy R. Barre