truth – bernard barnes . artist . writer

Rust

if my hands were the limbs of my mind I would understand women if my tongue could speak the words and emotion lapped from your cunt then I would know you inside out if you could hold my cock like something more than a toy maybe we could be happy perhaps if we try weContinue reading “Rust”

learning, failing, writing, reading & doing

I learn through meditation I learn through listening I learn through doing things on my own I fail when I rush I fail when I speak I fail through following others who are not me I write about what I know I write about who I am I write what I believe everyone else shouldContinue reading “learning, failing, writing, reading & doing”

facing the truth of my condition

got a bump from a stranger that’s why I feel the urge to expell my heart on paper tonight I’ll admit it yes, I did it he offered and I took powder – coke or E or some other letter of the alphabet I don’t know puffed on a cigar for an hour talked aboutContinue reading “facing the truth of my condition”

time freezes at the bus stop

watch her, holding a shopping bag full of tea (I assume – she looks like a tea drinker) brushing her hair with long fingers yawning and completely oblivious as the setting sun glows through her thin and flowing dress and I see the outline of her inner thighs

caught in the act of being less than human

we all used to be in the same boat do you remember that? we were all afraid we all had flesh exposed we all had things to hide and oops some of us were caught sorry! that’s why I still walk free and you stay home because I know when to draw the line

rut

I am predictable and boring I don’t know how you put up with me I mean, Jesus, how many times may you sit in this the same shit, the same bar and feel like a real man?

nameless

snowflake lost in endless flight tiny shadow hidden from sight guilted bird that can’t fly free drop of water in the sea breath that takes the candle flame whispered voice that speaks your name silky fog with dark entwine tears in your eyes forever shine

being counted and proud

so I’m a living mass relax I’ve just chosen my own rosery down with the ground without making sound delved into depths of a summer sunset knowing my own role runing my own show not at six o’clock when we get our old news and we tie our own shoes and we know it’s allContinue reading “being counted and proud”

eye’s lies

in all these eyes in all the world lies an ocean as deep as this heart that ever-feeling, ever-changing tide washes the shores of countless minds in all these eyes lay different truths and in each truth lay different lies behind them all – behind each eye the one God keeps the real inside theContinue reading “eye’s lies”