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I can’t seem to get out
of my own way,
a step forward falls victim
to double-talk,
triple belief that I will
make something of myself…

then I won’t

uncertainty pushes its
way through my mind
dragging doubt with it
fueling fear of failure

what’s the point
in even trying?

— glb

Survive?

When the copper stops buzzing in your brain
And the sweat pours down your neck
I will be there to hold you when the spasm begins

The application of pain is the antidote
70 times now…
It’s hard to tell where the victory lies
The strange attractors have done their damage

Tolerance raises the bar for the next
A number drawn at a random tells you how long,
How deep you’ll have to reach to survive

Down deep enveloped in gloom
Cast by the only bulb in the cavernous hall
You prepare to put on your show,
Daring to expose all in attendance
As patrons of the darkest art of all

You mime kindness
Whisper intimacy
Talk of hope
Shriek out love

The cacophony deafens
Voices drawn tight
Refusing to admit
That the one thing they have in common…
(Humanity)
Is the hardest thing
To achieve

— GLB

promises

promises pop on the wire
pouring their essence on the ground
saying things louder by their demise
than could ever have been
said on the page

say them, speak them,
warm them on your tongue
make them ready to see life

promises pop at first blush
holding themselves in the kiss,
which slowly slides apart,
releasing their essence into the air

grab them, swing for them
give every last effort
to snatch them from the air
and hold them to your heart

try, always try, to hold them
to their truth

hold them
hold them
hold them…

until
they bleed
and destroy

— GLB

Things Fail

It is horrific
To have things fail
In part, or completely,
What’s worse…
Experiencing it
While it is happening
Knowing it is happening
And not being able to
Do a thing about it

But that is not all

Then comes the shame
Then comes the regret
Then comes the embarrassment
Then comes the wondering
Looking them in the face
Did you see me?
Did you catch that SLIP?

Have I been discovered?

— GLB

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