These Words

These words say everything
Boiled down to its essence
These words say nothing
Scummy leavings in the bottom of a pan
These words are outrageous
Read through the filter of the Bazaar
These words are joyous
Carried by the voices of the Sunday choir
These words float on the breeze
Sweet scents on butterfly wings
These words hold your hand
Warm solace in the deep deep night
These words are ephemeral
Catch them quick before they’re gone
These words are matter of fact
Listen if you want to hear the truth
These words cost me everything
You may have them for a song

— GLB

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traces of life

words spill from my brain,
scorch paper,
leave immortal marks,
anger, love, frustration, loss
ashen traces of life
i struggle to recall

pain pulls up to the table
clinking knife to glass,
demanding some wine
to acccompany this horror show
immune to cries
from shattered lives
left in its wake

i am never going to be
what i set out to,
corners turned,
alleys dark,
bring new
colors i have not
dreamed before

i pull pen from paper
re-seat my mind,
and eye,
refocus energy
on well worn territory

alternate paths
to subjects hard to reach,
becoming my own
crier,
echoing similar refrains
through the caverns
of my imagination
repeated so many times
it is hard to prove
their veracity
only knowing that
if uttered enough times
they have to be

— GLB

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I was alive there
But I didn’t live there
It lived in me
Tied itself to ideas I had
Of how my life was going to be
Dug into my hopes
Until realities were
Indistinguishable
Mine were mostly true
Mine were completely false
Out on that street
That night
Truth and fiction became one
I lost myself
In the smoke and mirrors
I found myself living there
But I was not alive there

— GLB

antici…

I beat out these words
Before they were ready to speak
I pushed the present as far
As it would reach

Before pulling on the past slack
Trying to force time to run faster
Trying to reach for your hand
That isn’t there yet

I am confident enough
To reach anyway
To lean in for an invisible kiss
Wetting my lips
Praying they will not dry
Or miss my future, past,
Present…
It is here,
But,
Let me pause this moment…

— GLB