True

If I had to know something to be true
If I had to testify from the bottom of my soul
If there was ever anything tremendous to be sung about
It would be you and the love I have for you
Soaring strings
Triumphant horns
A chorus of choruses extolling the heights my heart flies when it encounters you
That is the purest gospel I could ever preach

–GLB

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it is here

it is here, on this page
that I tell stories
about the man I used to be

it is here, on this page
where I put the words
about the woman
that takes my breath away

it is here, on this page
that I draw images
of booming sparks
and shooting stars

it is here, on this page
that I profess my love for you

it is here, on this page
that I have created a space
for us to gather our everythings
and show them all to the world

— GLB

within/without

I am
completely spread out
in this tiny circle
pushing aside
these accouterments
of a life spent…

only to pull more out,
that is how I manage
to feel empty,
filling shelves
and boxes
with things that are
worth anything
only to me

this all exists in trillions
upon trillions
of instances,
not a single one
getting it just right

I just chose the one
closest to my truth,
wondering aimlessly
trying to match
the within
to the
without

— GLB

When I Wasn’t Looking

Brought to me when I wasn’t looking
I caught you out of the corner of my eye
You were glancing away and spinning
Spending way too long in the back of my mind

Just
Just
Just

Come back around
So you can see the joy on my face
So you can take these two tracks
….listening to your mind’s content

Come back around
So I can talk to you some more
So I can get to know that girl, I knew, again

Brought to me when I wasn’t looking
Found before I knew what was happening
I’m not a betting man
But, I dove right in with all my heart

— GLB

7 Minutes

Originally written 3-17-2018

PART I

There is a blank space
Not a slate to draw plans on
No foundation,
Not a place for hope or dreams
There is no starting place
No ending place, either
A middle space
Before the end
After the beginning,
I search for
The calm
A darkness
I pull back nothing,
An absence
That not even light can escape

PART II

There is an empty space
Not a window
Not a floor
There is no port of egress
Not even a door
There have been times
I passed this place
Never knowing it was here
I was headed somewhere different
With a plan in my mind
Looking for something different
Not a hint of where I would land

PART III

Spoken plainly…

There was no empty space
To go when I died
There was no tunnel
No bright white light
I did not experience anything
On this I can go no further
There is nowhere to go
For 7 minutes I was gone,
But I didn’t go anywhere

— GLB

Letters on the floor

The letters
The letters slid off the page
Piroetting and pinwheeling
Floating to the parquet

Glancing off my fingers
Ricocheting off my knee
They end up in a pile beneath my feet
Trampled and trashed and smeared

Sweeping up the phrases
Grabbing fist-fulls of adverbs and adjectives
Trying to rebuild the fragments
Re-form the stanzas
Plug the gaps left by words that have
Fluttered out of my imagination

Praying the underlying prose,
Tales of light and dark,
Escape the carnage,
That my lyric continues to
Communicate

— GLB