brianbarry.com

2022-2023

Spark - haiku

My mind, it ignites
I follow my own embers
And they lead to you

Contract

The universe is expanding
So why am I sinking?
It’s got me thinking
Reality is shrinking

Speck

I am the wind through the trees
In no hurry of need
I am the water on the sand
It stirs as I land

I am a leaf on the branch
Is this an avalanche?
I am a grain in the wave
Forever displaced

Hippie's testament

When I die I want to be an ocean wave:
Let that be my grave,
And my incarnation -
A soul that’s reached fruition

2024-2025

I stared into the void and it stared back ❃ 🫣

2026

The Shape of Things

Why does the shape of things matter?
Slicing a boiled egg makes it taste better?

Spaghetti, linguine, bucatini,
Experience is tethered to variety

A curve in her eyebrow
I still think about now

How come that yawn
Felt warm, like a sunny lawn?

The flow of one story or chat
Divides between this and that

I gaze at this snowy peak
Silently, it answers questions I seek

With its shape we’re drawn in
Awaiting an encore, again and again

Carpe Diem's Ghost

When I think of my finest moments
Smooth maneuvers and big waves caught

I was selfless
Not bogged down in thought

Thinking at all the right speeds
Like on a string, stacking beads

But sometimes there is no play
Dare I say often

Squirming is the brain
When nothing happens

“Find something to do”
And you won’t be blue

Release the ghost
It’ll achieve the most

Vicarious Vice

I sit at home
yet live a thousand lives

A bath of media overload
Buzzing like a hive

For my ear, more love songs
Feelings on streaming

In my eyes, more fun
On my mind: nothing

You can douse the flame
daily

Or reject the same
and flee

Growing Fast and Slow (dual haiku)

(1)
Slow growth works the best
When the reps are so lightweight
That it barely stings

(2)
Fast growth needs a tip -
Or trick - to bring on a click
That sticks, forever

Spot Check

There’s nothing like a good cruise
No, not the boat!

The act of driving through
Checking which zone is firing the most

Sometimes there’s slower days
That’s when I spark the J

Windows down, blasting reggae
A mellow stoke permeates

I park by the spot
Waves in front like a drive in

Right on the dot
A set wave and its kin

The menu is bigger when solo
Myriad options to observe

Still doesn’t beat a crew though
On a psychedelic treadmill, sharing the surf