you
have a soft
sweet
luscious pink
soft center
surrounded
by a powerful
purple-glowing
soul
forged by stars
deep in the night sky
brought to earth
in a shower
of sparks
attracting
everyone
that crosses
your path
— glb
my dream of the dream
sometimes in the night
my dream of the dream
is simple,
i want you to be enthralled
with your life
i, in turn, wish for mine to be equally ecstatic…
the dream isn’t specific
about us,
as to whether we’re together,
except at the very end,
when we’re very old…
i take my last breaths
with your hand in mine,
gazing into your beautiful eyes
— glb
in that moment
in that moment
my path was clear
iI was soon to be
moving in a direction
some direction
any direction
my
own
direction
in that moment
i was clear
of anxiousness
of anxiety
of the block
i had been
unable to break
in that moment
i made up my mind
to hurdle the
roadblocks
hampering
my journey
in that moment
i found myself
in that moment
i was free
— glb
my unreality
there’s a buzzing in my brain
there’s a ringing in my ears
there’s a pounding in my chest
someone said your name
i smelled your perfume
i spun around in circles
you weren’t in reach
but you felt so so close
my unreality
rapped me on the knuckles
slapped me across the face
but not hard enough
to bring tears
no,
that single drop on my cheek
came from your absence
–glb
and
and, the things that were real
don’t seem so much lately
and, when I question that,
I question myself
and, those questions
don’t have answers
I want to hear
and, it all leaves me
laying on the floor
or
motionless on the couch
watching the flame
on the candle flicker
and
recognizing the random
decisionless little fire
and
seeing its twin in my soul
I snuff it out
and
breathe in the smoke,
inhaling the tiny death
knowing the flame
will never be the
same again
–glb
and i wait
i put myself into my own hands
i try to lift me up
above the miasma
and can only gather enough
strength to drag myself
through the stench
all the words say
“the only way out is through”
so i bear the rubbish and rust,
ask when it’s going to be my turn,
and count on the constant answer,
“you’re next, just hold on”
and i wait, i wait, wiat, wait
next never comes
i persevere
in love with my odds…
every single person that never tried,
didn’t succeed,
that one isn’t me
“am i next? is it going to be me?”
“yes son, you’re next, just hold on”
and i wait, i wait, wait, w-a-i-t
–glb
one of me
you are one of me
and i am the other one
no matter where we are
walking this great earth
no matter how near or
how far there is
a connection that
shall never be severed
for you are one of me
and i am the other
–glb
