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

It Happened

It has to have happened
One time
Someone believed
The story I was telling
Someone picked me up
Looked into my eyes
And saw that
I was still there

It has to have happened
One time
Someone saw past
The gibberish
I was speaking
To an empty chair
And put their arms
Around me
So I wouldn’t have to
Go through it alone

It has to have happened
One time
I sat and stared
Out the window
Trying to convince myself
That I had
A place in this world
And someone
Encouraged me
To take inventory
Of my life
To look at everything
That is inside
To be proud
Of who I am

It has to have happened
One time
You took a chance
On loving me
Wholly
Giving me
A place to rest
Something to count on
The ability
To be free

It has happened
Over and over again
I fall asleep
And wake up
Knowing that
You are with me
Holding my hand
A kiss on my cheek
Smiling with me
Feeling more love
Than ever before

— GLB

My Hand

My hand was open to you
Asking you to go my way
Neither of us following

Knowing we were equal

My hand was open to you
Not to strike, but caress
Tracing the lines and angles

I have grown to know

My hand was open to you
And a quiet word escaped my lips
Asking you to take it from me

A forever promise

My hand was open to you
You took it and held it and kissed it
Rubbed it across your cheek

Collecting tears, and bringing smiles

My hand was open to you

In more ways than I can count

My hand is open to you

Now, and forever more

–GLB