let us fill the empty silences
with words of hope and wonder
with wishes for peace and laughter
with words of learning and wisdom
with deeds of hand-holding and kissing
with words of truth and trust
with feelings of empathy and gratitude
with promises of devotion and love
if we can put forth these things
we can make our way in this world
glb /// “empty silences”
Tag: Hope
state of healing
i am in a constant state of healing
which means
i am in a constant state of learning
what’s good for me
what’s bad for me
who can take me from where i am
to where i need to be
who can help me define
what i need to be
which means
the road ahead will be bumpy
i will need resilience
i will need loyalty
i will need bravery
which means
i need some healing
some way to sooth me
a place to go when i’m empty
a place that sustains my soul
which means
i need someone that will
challenge me
learn with me
grow with me
glb /// “state of healing”
this night
i have spent this night,
some hours worth,
touching old words
brought new through
the passage of time,
hoping they will be met
as golden gifts
meant to move the mind
and the heart
i have spent this night,
mourning to the point
of exhaustion,
communing with buried
souls, since removed
from my reach,
longing for a soft touch
i have spent this night,
falling in love with the dark,
sobs turned to laughter,
echoing through my
vacancy
i have spent this night,
practicing smiling into the mirror,
wincing at the horrible countenance
staring back at me
glb /// “this night”
originally published 05/26/2019
catch on to
i want to reach out and catch on to something
red, black, green, blue… anything
that is going by
pulling me with it,
on to places
unknown
full of wonder
birds and lights
music and bright motorcycles
driving headlong into the night
filled with stars and the scent of moon flowers
all disappearing at the sign of first light
returning me to my perch when i will continue
my search for something to catch on to
glb /// “catch on to”
originally published 02/24/2014
experiment
i am an experiment
for your learned
advances
my open vein your
test tube
the promised
possibilites
more than i can
resist
resetting my
expectations
i return with
hope floating
through my being
hoping
hoping for
hoping for something
hoping for something
different
glb /// “experiment”
going-sideways.com original
first blush
i don’t remember the exact moment
though i can recall the feeling
when you came into my life and changed it forever
there were fireworks
distant peals of thunder
sparks flew wildly
to illuminate your beautiful face
stars fell from the sky
and twinkled in your eyes
that feeling is with me still
whenever i think of you,
especially now that
you are in my life again,
it comes straight from my soul
from where you left your mark
so many years ago
i have carried you around with me
for such a long time now
that you are a permanent
part of me
which is why we fit together
so naturally
so instinctively
so perfectly
so, that moment
all those years ago
even though that memory
is not as clear as i’d like
i still have
fireworks
thunder
sparks
and
stars
to show me the way
back to you
glb /// “first blush”
going-sideways.com original
brushing

moment
there’s a moment
there’s a hue
there’s a shadow
there’s a bright
too bright
to observe, directly
in that moment
fleeting feelings
wraiths of blue
scatterings of yellow
drops of laughter
rivers of lust
still,
that moment remains,
elusive,
i shudder when i try
recognition slips away
arms empty
i kneel in my own
confusion,
asking only for a sign,
finding vacancy
after vacancy
moment fleeting
for the longest
moment,
my heart hurts
like my head,
wrapped in velvet
sandpaper,
ripping and comforting
all at once
hoping
a moment will bring
truth
like i imagine
having been lost
to so many
silent blows
for a moment
the parking lot
for a car
it’s all so much
background noise
spinning me
to the ground
interring me
ending that moment
unprepared for the next
glb /// “moment”
originally published 12/27/2017
in every being
in every being…
lines and riddles
and
cries and giggles
slip quickly from hands
that do not know
what they are missing
soft winds
through the leaves,
kissing chimes
crystals sparkle,
whispering tiny songs
of hope
that expand with every breath
into gales strong enough
to embrace the world,
quiet enough to
reveal the sounds
of the autumn sky
glb /// “in every being”
originally published 03/24/2017
a harbor in the tempest
