a conversation of sorts

i shake my head
with great fury
trying to get
your voice
out of it

no use,
so i raise my chin
and prepare
for whatever
is to come next

i cannot see any
action for all the
faith i have in you
but i still believe

we will come to a point
where what we say
is what we mean
and that will be
a tragedy
when we realize
how little there is
to say
when we finally
arrive at it

glb /// “a conversation of sorts”
originally published 07/27/2014

trying is tiring

trying is tiring,
hoping my broken
mind can reach out
and pull the rest of me
out of this comfortable bed

to brick up
every unfortunate thing
i can remember
taking place in my life

if i cannot see it
it never happened

i rue the day
that i learned
the past can’t be changed

i continue to wish
it wasn’t so,

trying is tiring

glb /// “trying is tiring”
originally published 06/16/2014

when the truth surfaces

when the truth surfaces,
we will not be able to
comprehend how long
it has been held under,
gasping and grasping for
the ability to breathe in the life
needed to spread it to every dark
corner, to billow the sails of every
fast ship, to light signal fires
on the tallest peaks, to speak
in the loudest most forceful voices,
to be heard, to be understood,
that is, after all, the only thing
it has ever wanted

glb /// “when the truth surfaces”
originally published 05/02/2014

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 /// “one of me”
originally published 02/20/2019

69 times

i feel it tighter
the flow moving slower
i anticipate
the flow stopping

nothing passes
all is possible
one encompasses
serenity

i have always been here
it feels so new
since the first time
i hold it to my chest

omniscient waves break
over the bow
everything for all
who feel the spray

gather round and listen
to the voice of wisdom
to the voice of treachery
to the voice of reason
they are all the same color
they are all the same
they are tighter
they are flowing slower
the flow
stops

glb /// “69 times”
originally published 02/20/2018

my words

my words are dying
for a muse,
hoping to get through
to someone that
might not even be
listening

my words are longing
for a touch
in places that
haven’t been touched
in so long

my words are trying
to break through
your defenses
hoping you will see
me for what i am

just a boy
in love
with a girl

glb /// “my words”
originally published 02/23/2019