BrooksLooks @ Chiricahua Cowgirl

CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL
Brooks Bradbury

UNDER POWDER BLUE SKIES
A YOUNG ARIZONA GIRL RIDES
ON HER PRIDE AND JOY PONY
THEIR RARE LOVE ABIDES

HER MOTHER’S FINAL DYING HOPE
A GIFT TO HER A LARIAT ROPE
AND A LEOPARD APPALOOSA COLT
HER DAUGHTER NAMED HIM LIGHTENING BOLT

SHE FIGHTS THE PAIN EVERY NOW AND THEN
CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL RIDES AGAIN
TO RECONNECT WITH EARLY DAYS
AND HER MOTHER’S LOVE AND SIMPLE WAYS
IN APACHE LAND OF CHOKONEN
CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL RIDES AGAIN
GET UP, GET ON YOUR HORSE AND TELL ME WHEN
CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL RIDES AGAIN

THEY ROAMED THE DESERT RANGE FOREVER
TWO YOUNG HEARTS TOGETHER,
SMELLS OF PIÑON PINE AND LEATHER
DAYS GO BY AND THEY WOULD KNOW
LIFE’S SUPRISING SUDDEN BLOWS
SHATTERED BONES AND BROKEN HEARTS
PAINFUL FALLS AND LOVER’S WOES

SHE FIGHTS THE PAIN EVERY NOW AND THEN
CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL RIDES AGAIN
TO RECONNECT WITH EARLIER DAYS
AND HER MOTHER’S LOVE AND SIMPLE WAYS
IN APACHE LAND OF CHOKONEN
CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL RIDES AGAIN
GET UP, GET ON YOUR HORSE TELL ME WHEN
CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL RIDES AGAIN

A HANDSOME COWBOY RAW AND TALL
BROUGHT HER FLOWERS, CHANGED IT ALL
HER LOVE GREW STRONGER
THEN ALL FELL THROUGH
ENDING SOME MONTHS LATER
BECAUSE HE WAS UNTRUE

THE WILD WEST BECAME WILD THEN
UNBRIDLED ANGER AND WILD EYES,
SHE SET OFF TO OUTRUN HIS LIES
NOTHING COULD CONTAIN HER RAGE
SHE TRIED HARD TO TURN THE PAGE
RODE HER HORSE LIKE A LION FROM A CAGE

THE RIDE WAS FAST AND FAR AND HIGH,
TEARS FROM LOSS AND CRIES OF WHY
BEYOND THE LIMITS OF HORSE AND GIRL
A WILD CRAZY DERVISH WHIRL

A SCORPION SURPRISED THEM
HER HORSE REARED UP, SHE FELL DOWN
ONLY HOURS LATER CAME AROUND
HER HORSE STAYED BY HER
THEY STOOD THEIR GROUND

SHE DRAGGED HERSELF UP
FROM THE GROUND TO HER STIRRUPS
BROKEN BONES AND AN UNYIELDING SPIRIT
HER LAST RIDE? SHE’LL NEVER HEAR IT

CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL RIDES AGAIN
GET UP, GET ON YOUR HORSE
AND TELL ME WHEN
THE CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL RIDES AGAIN
CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL RIDES AGAIN

BrooksLooks @ Appalachia Rising

APPALACHIA RISING
Brooks Bradbury
6.11.2011

BORN IN A HOLLER
RAISED IN A SHACK,
LEARNED TO GET BY ON
WHAT THE LAND GAVE BACK
NEVER KNEW THE WORLD
OF THE GREAT BEYOND
APPALACHIAN MAN FOREVER FOND
OF THE SWEET BLUE RIDGE LAND
HE GREW UP ON

HE KNOWS THE RIDGE
LIKE THE BACK OF HIS HAND
PAIN, DROUGHT AND HUNGER
MADE A BOY INTO A MAN
HE’LL NEVER BREAK FREE
OF HIS BLUE RIDGE BOND
HOME IS HERE IN THE LAND HE’S ON

LIVING ON A MEAGER RATION
PUT DOWN, DISPARAGED–
PROUDLY APPALACHIAN
IT’S A SIMPLE LIFE IN TIME
WHERE I FEEL THE BEAT
OF NATURE’S RHYTHM
AND THE TIES THAT BIND

BORN IN A HOLLER
RAISED IN A SHACK
LEARNED TO GET BY
ON WHAT THE LAND GAVE BACK
NEVER KNEW THE WORLD
OF THE GREAT BEYOND
APPALACHIAN MAN’S SACRED BOND
HE’D NEVER LEAVE THE LAND
HE GREW UP ON

HERE IS WHERE HE HUNTED
UP ON THE RIDGE,
LEARNED ABOUT FAMILY
LEARNED ABOUT LOVE
LEARNED TO MAKE THE MOST FROM A LITTLE, AND TO RISE ABOVE
APPALACHIAN MAN KNOWS WHAT HE’S MADE OF
THANKFUL FOR THE PRIVILEGE
WHEN GOD MADE HOME
HE MADE MY BLUE RIDGE

HE MADE OUR HOME LIKE HEAVEN
GAVE US BLUE GRASS AND WINE,
FOX GRAPES AND PINTOS,
SUGAR AND ‘SHINE
EVERYTHING NEEDED
UNDER THE SUN
WHEN GOD MADE MY BLUE RIDGE
HE KNEW HIS WORK WAS DONE

LIFE HERE’S A CHALLENGE
NO OUTSIDER KNOWS
THE PEACE OF THE MOUNTAINS,
AND THE WAY THE WIND BLOWS
REAL SILENCE EXISTS ALONG
OLD COUNTRY ROADS
BUT THE WAY IT’S ALWAYS BEEN AIN’T THE WAY THE STORY GOES
THE TREES BEGIN TO WHISPER,
WE’RE ALL REALIZING
THE TIME’S HAS ARRIVED APPALACHIA’S RISING
THE TIME’S HAS ARRIVED FOR APPALACHIA RISING

BORN IN A HOLLER
RAISED IN A SHACK,
LEARNED TO GET BY
ON WHAT THE LAND GAVE BACK
NEVER KNEW THE WORLD
OF THE GREAT BEYOND,
NEVER LEFT THE LAND
HE GREW UP ON
APPALACHIAN MAN FIGHTS
FOR THE LAND HE’S ON

BrooksLooks @ Beer

The Beer Poem
Brooks Bradbury
2 August 2011

I NEVER UNDERSTOOD THE REASON
WHY WHEN YOU COME NEAR
ALL I WANT TO DO IS TO, DRINK BEER
ALL I NEED RIGHT NOW IS TO DRINK BEER

AND IF YOU COME BY HERE MORE OFTEN
I ‘LL NEED TO DRINK A LOT MORE BEER
I ‘M GONNA START RIGHT NOW
AM I THE HEADLIGHTS OR AM I THE DEER?
JUST DON’T TRY TO TOUCH ME MISTER
THERE JUST AIN’T THAT MUCH BEER

LIQUOR, LIQUOR, WINE AND BEER
THERE AIN’T ENOUGH FOR ME IT’S CLEAR
BECAUSE OF YOU MY WORLD’S A BLUR
OUT OF SYNCH, ‘BURP’, AS IT WERE

WHEN YOU PASS BY MY FRONT GATE
I HEAD FOR THE SHELTER OF AN ALTERED STATE
WHY CAN’T YOU GET THE MESSAGE?
I DON’T LIVE HERE ANY LONGER
I’M OUT LOOKING FOR SOME BEER
OR EVEN SOMETHING STRONGER

LIQUOR, LIQUOR, WINE AND BEER
THERE AIN’T ENOUGH FOR ME IT’S CLEAR
BECAUSE OF YOU MY WORLD’S A BLUR
OUT OF SYNCH, ‘BURP’, AS IT WERE

GO GET A JOB AND LEAVE ME ALONE
I’LL NEVER THROW YOU EVEN ONE SMALL BONE
I’LL RUN FOR THE HILLS… THERE AIN’T NO REASON YOU SHOULD PHONE
WHY WHEN YOU COME NEAR
ALL I WANT TO DO IS TO, DRINK BEER
ALL I NEED RIGHT NOW IS TO DRINK BEER

IT’S A STRANGE CORRELATION
A CRYSTAL CLEAR INDICATION
BETWEEN YOU AND MY INTOXICATION
PERHAPS THERE’S A REASON
OR IT’S SIMPLY OUT OF FEAR
WHEN I SEE YOU, I THINK BEER
WHEN I SEE YOU, I DRINK BEER
JUST DON’T TRY TO TOUCH ME MISTER
THERE JUST AIN’T THAT MUCH BEER!

LIQUOR, LIQUOR, WINE AND BEER
THERE AIN’T ENOUGH FOR ME IT’S CLEAR
BECAUSE OF YOU MY WORLD’S A BLUR
OUT OF SYNCH, ‘BURP’, AS IT WERE

BrooksLooks @ The Poisoned Well

POISONED WELL
Brooks Bradbury

DEEP IN THE CORNER OF YOUR MIND’S DARK ROOM
GROWS A FEELING OF UNCERTAINTY
A HINT OF DOOM AND GLOOM
TEMPERATURES, WATER,
BLOOD PRESSURE RISING
FLOWER’S STRAIN TO BLOOM
ICE IS MELTING
TREES ARE CRYING

THERE’S POISON IN THE WATER POISON IN THE WOMB
THE STATUS QUO IS JUST A ONE WAY TOMB
GOD ONLY KNOWS AND TIME WILL TELL
TAKE ANOTHER CUP IT SURE TASTES SWELL
ARE WE LIVING IN A HOUSE WITH A POISONED WELL?
IGNORING ALL THE ROADSIGNS ON THE ROAD TO HELL

AS IT ALL COMES DOWN OUR PATHS DIVIDE
AMONG THOSE WHO HAVE AND THOSE DENIED
RANDOM SHOOTINGS IN THE SUBURBS
IN OUR SCHOOLS AND ON OUR STREETS
OUR INDIFFERENCE BROUGHT US HATRED
GANGS AND MOBS AND MORAL DEFEATS
CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF EARTH’S RISING TIDE
THE EXPLANATIONS WERE REALLY ONLY LIES
IT’S CRYSTAL CLEAR IN THE NAYSAYERS’ EYES

THERE’S REALLY NO TELLING HOW FAR YOU FELL
GOD ONLY KNOWS AND TIME WILL TELL
LIVING IN A HOUSE WITH A POISONED WELL
A FELLOW TRAVELER ON THE ROAD TO HELL
HAVE ANOTHER LADLEFUL SURE TASTES SWELL
MOTHER NATURE’S CRYING ‘BOUT HER POISONED WELL

THE TRUTH IS CLEAR
WE’LL RECEIVE AS WE’VE GIVEN
IT’S OVERDUE NOW
TO CHANGE THE LIVES WE’RE LIVING
THE WORLD’S PROBLEMS LIE AT OUR FEET
WE’VE GOT TROUBLE IN OUR FOOD, TROUBLE ON THE STREET
WHO WILL SAVE US NOW?
IT’S SUDDENLY MUCH CLEARER
THERE HE IS BEFORE US,
THE MAN IN THE MIRROR

RIDE THE STATUS QUO
AT YOUR OWN RISK,
IT’S JUST A ONE WAY TOMB
POISON IN THE WATER
POISON IN THE WOMB
REALLY NO TELLING
HOW FAR WE FELL
GOD ONLY KNOWS
AND TIME WILL TELL
WE’RE DRINKING FROM A POISONED WELL
TAKE ANOTHER CUPFUL
SURE TASTES SWELL
ENJOY THE RIDE
ON THE ROAD TO HELL
GETTING LATE, TIME TOLLS
A TIME WORN BELL
HAVE ANOTHER LADLE FROM THE POISONED WELL
ENJOY THE ROADSIGNS
ON THE ROAD TO HELL

WILL THE LIGHTS COME ON?
IS ANYONE OUT THERE?
WE’RE SO FAR BEYOND,
DOES ANYBODY CARE?
SO LATE TO MOVE
OFF THE PATH WE’RE ON
APPROACHING DAYS OF RECKONING
WE WILL ALL STAND ACCUSED
OF NATURE’S LAST BREATH
AND OUR EARTH SUFFUSED

IS ANYBODY OUT THERE?
LOOK IN THE MIRROR
WE HAVE TO DRINK
IN THE PLACE WE DWELL
WE PUT THE POISON
IN OUR OWN DAMN WELL
IT’S ALL MUCH CLEARER
WE’RE THE ONES THERE
IN THE MIRROR