Richard B. Berry : Writing

Playthings for the Creator

Playthings for the Creator

A Book by Richard B. Berry


A collection of prose and essays I've written over the years. Figured I would compile them into book form.
Playthings for the Creator

Playthings for the Creator

A Chapter by Richard B. Berry


Who am I but paradox in motion?Who am I but a collection of emotion?Looking at what exists on the insideWhat does it mean to be alive?We may figure it..
Stolen

Stolen

A Chapter by Richard B. Berry


So naïve and so shyHidden mysteries of lifeDid not become part of the “team”So they stole his dreamsKicked him to the curbWhere he sa..
The Hardest Person to Forgive

The Hardest Person to Forgive

A Chapter by Richard B. Berry


One of those that they lost in the infamous crash. This is a poem of reflection...
Perceptions

Perceptions

A Chapter by Richard B. Berry


For a few brief seconds, it was there. This sense of unbelievable clarity. All the answers to everything one could imagine right there for the taking...
SO Easy to Cast Stones

SO Easy to Cast Stones

A Chapter by Richard B. Berry


So easy to cast stonesSin, so prevalentNone of us willingTo remove the mote from our eyeThough we see our brother’sEver so clearlyWe are hypocri..
Remember the Message aas well as the messenger

Remember the Message aas well as the messenger

A Chapter by Richard B. Berry


You eat the bread and drink the wineAll in remembrance of himYour redeemer, your MessiahYou do so, in front of neighbors,Without hesitationYour fine c..
Now and Later

Now and Later

A Chapter by Richard B. Berry


So shallow, so limitedConfining ourselvesTo an insignificant speckIn an obscure part of the universeOur bodily existence, a mere tenancyTo one of many..
Where is the TV Remote

Where is the TV Remote

A Chapter by Richard B. Berry


Juxtaposing what wasWith what could have beenI escape into my thoughtsThe anger still burnsThough no longer all consumingPainful regrets linger around..
Acceptance

Acceptance

A Chapter by Richard B. Berry


Day by day and moment by moment; I accept the inevitable. It’s not as if I really had any choice in the matter. I find myself often reflecting o..

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