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About barry comer

At the intersection of bad, cultural immersion and romantic comedy, Barry Comer’s life of awareness began to shape. It feels carved by professional courtesy with dabbles of imagined secret missions of rock and art, to travels in the imaginarium. To some, if not many, Barry’s good time adventures seemed pluck and full of free-spent spirit. Never to light long, he urged the wheels west and found adoration given too short. His interests were aesthetically varied, so he observed. After all, his father introduced jazzy musicians and god sought ministers in the neighborhood. With dues paid and King dead, the cooperation of handshakes and dispensed medicines protected Barry’s influences and his father’s corner dispensary. Life was interesting and good in the late 60’s for children to intellectually pursue and live lyrics and romanticized notions. The culture, the permissiveness and worship trended to social justice. Either one was for or against, but the black and white of disagreement galvanized a new generation of commitments. Lucky to have Dylan and Ginsberg, this generation of conscientious observers painted and wrote. They smoked heavy curls of conversations in coffee houses with snapping fingers and playground sensibilities for the future. Within these wrappings, Barry learned to observe pretenders of people and heroes. So many joined in, for the parade of protest marches and partied, against, “the war”. There were the endless slogans of possibilities. After seeking countless roads, Barry packed again. He divorced friendships for youthful urges and moved abroad. Barely 20, the blunt instrument of reality suffocated popular aspirations. This destination du jour, this holy land of Israel was no place for 60s dreamers of fairness. Observed was a social experiment of denial and diminished rights for one and not the other. It seemed unimaginable that the same questions asked back in the United States was a net, cast worldwide. What is fair, what is just and who is deserving, he asked himself? Once back in the US, he entertained different professions that catered to his degree in art. He showed sculpture at 2 galleries, but later chose financial stability through graphic design. His work is known throughout the country having specialized in logo design and business to business publications in the culinary industries. None of these fed his soul, until Barry started making frequent trips to France observing and writing about his inspired experiences. The European model of civility and humanity impressed the senses and old immersions. Even though there is not a perfect social experiment, the observation was clear and begged a response in the US. Last year, he got in touch with the Democratic Socialists of America and spoke to director Maria Svart. He wanted to do something, to contribute to the cause of social and equitable justice. The DSA fit like a Leonard Cohen suit. From that moment with over 40 years waiting in the wings, he stepped forward. His designs have become a part of DSA’s day-to-day and special design needs. Barry also volunteers as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, writes for Conducive Chronicle, http://cchronicle.com.

Honey Pie

I’m so sorry honey pie, I got the mixed up tone and whipped up cream. I love you honey pie, of all the ones who flew me up and shot me down. I feel you honey pie, dear sentiment, my sweet rhyme. … Continue reading

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Wild Thing

Wild Thing – you make my heart break. Wild Thing – I cannot be this sane. Wild Thing – I hate you and am down with that. Wild Thing, you moved me. Wild Thing – come on and torque me tight. You … Continue reading

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Little Pink Matches

Grace follows a girl who whispers love and wears a sweat in gentle tufts; corn and syrup.   Positively lovely, adorning the sky with curling lace and little pink matches, waiting to strike.   45 rpm, soprano lilt; return dear scent, fond … Continue reading

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Shadows Paint the Walls

My home is warm where skin blisters a fragrant smell.   But my home is warm and I survive.   Someone is always telling me to leave, but home is where I find my blanket.   It is me.   Call it sane mayhem, or … Continue reading

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Blue For Me and Black in Spades

Blue for me and black in spades.   One up and down with running totals – marked in blue and black for  you.   Blue of me who counts my cards and wilds imagination – blueways.   Black in prairie … Continue reading

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Hey Girl – Sweet Dirty Bitcher!

Hey big girl – lets play it fast with little start-up and pedal push.   Beat the toms – let’s drum the dark and fit the lock and storm the pool.   Oh big girl – slinky longest.   You not … Continue reading

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Tame My Monkey for Smokes of Hot and Fetching Breath

Dizzy rates high and lists of bars lowered.   Tame my monkey for smokes of hot and   fetching breath.   Soon darling soon.   Polish to gleam   and inspect  your hole.     Your encase and clinks to ground excite my ears. … Continue reading

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Bellow the Bloat and Waste the Lamb

We stand outside and bathe – in starlight and glow, of histories in context and roots.   Lives begun and deaths upon, stream showers of  eternal end and story.   Les lumières in canopy holding essence and finds – us who seeded the ground, that planted … Continue reading

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Once More for Making Sure

Release the heat and lick my soul with cleansing flames. Once consumed, I will be free of earth and space. Onward sentimentalities; give our embrace tonight – is certain. Turn the dial and etch the settings. Once more for making … Continue reading

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Blushed Romance and Foreign Lip-Lock

We sail smooth runners iced and swelled, in teas of black with Chinese talk-talk.   Lay your hands on me, such smoothness tickles; my fuzz and temptations – you feel.   It’s our room on Boulevard Saint-Germain where hush-hush is our … Continue reading

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Twinkles of Stars

We turn around and find  pinholes, water streams of light, from stars who swallowed and took our lives.   With sounds of snorts and whiskered, bully throats.   Whose heart am I searching, in this season of hello goodbyes?   We look upon … Continue reading

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Peckered Inch That Dangles for Nothing

Here we goes, the trip begins and in back, so black to the crowd, someone yells – “go baby go”.   Let’s put this machine to the test and grind it out with redline fire and give it some all the way heroics.   We’ll insert the … Continue reading

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We Plant and We Plant

My eyes are clenched.   Throat-scorched with car pipe fumes and with rusted sounds from last week.   The trip was wrong and the news worse.   We plant and we plant.   I hear muted sounds of cries and wish I … Continue reading

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Time Drips Down and Down

Abbreviated love this afternoon, until light strikes clouds and hours roar near. I think it often while extending moments and ticks, until my sun who shimmers; circles along my chest. Happy is the word and content for hands; that touched … Continue reading

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Tears and Sentimentality

The ocean is licking the wounds of sadness and desperation. Each day as the tide flows out – with tears and sentimentality. 2012 Barry Comer

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Hold Me Hard

Angels who walk me past, and show the sights, but never ask. Don’t let this pass – this trail of hot blooded cries. I will tell and let you know – just how it feels. Even sliding and hurting upside down, I’ll beg the … Continue reading

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Beat of Our Dreams, Sweet Thoughts

We climb to the stars baby – the stars’ ladder. We are those stars of charts and meanderings through the crystal skies, the jet-plane paths and blue oxygen. How far I climb is up to me, but all I see … Continue reading

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Where Are We Snatched in Time

We stopped what we were doing and went down west. Outdoors marching among the steel or within the wooden cities – we prayed escape, while running to big trucks of green, two-seater furnace runners and American steel. Gone and rid of papers, … Continue reading

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I Tap and Dance Your Beat

Where you go, I will follow, in tune and in time. Yes in dark, of course. Yes to all. Because, I believe. If shadows pull my curtains down and a northern breeze prevails, I will follow. Your song. No distraction will … Continue reading

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Fuzz Fuzz Fuzz and Feedback Thrills

Lightning strikes me baby; oh man, it does. All tapered strings and such light moves. Downward licking - the voltage makes me high. Give me shake and push me raw – I want to hurt down low – so down. Your shrill … Continue reading

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My Grump and Grind Act is Back to Feast

Back like baboons – full of grumps to grinds; my pleasures are theirs. They obey my commands! You guessed it old world, my new world troubles. The monkey house riots, are back in town. Here little monkey with feed-song screech. Claw … Continue reading

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Her Breath Greases Grip

Hair sweet movement – stops and starts while breath fixing down, way down – she hangs to life. Oh, she sees no end in sight. Poor baby lost in lust, an addiction to white boys and servants. This is final she … Continue reading

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The Lounge (once more)

Such a polished act, “who you mean”, your obscenity and crawling nails, they scratch the sidewalk, we lost all hope for You and walk with dark eyes; thrown from Your arms. You held the tickets, of children whose dreams and … Continue reading

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Travels Much Whimsy

37 points geographic, a plan – they say so in French. 48 feelings matched by same or less equal sentiments, of feeling lost by winded breath. Drop point here and travels much whimsy. Learn the new peculiar with abandon. Strengths … Continue reading

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Dancing Hands

This life perilous and tantalizing – angels yawn fables of dreams. Let me see a peek and show your side of heaven. Give rhythms and dance – just show me. How rushed our time plays and how dreams are made, … Continue reading

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