BrooksLooks @ The Crooked Road

20180204_175356THE CROOKED ROAD

if you’re a soul on the road less trod

people think you’re kind of odd

dancer to the different beat

of distant drums with footloose feet

in faraway places where trails are less traveled

modern trappings have all unraveled

unknown beauty in pristine places

of country folk and simple graces

stallions and canyons and pure fresh air

common sense is common there

days arrive in bright sunrises

and Mother Nature still surprises

we came to where there’s so much less

found plenty more and nonetheless

way out yonder in the wild west

are many ways to feel truly blessed

i wouldn’t change this crooked road

the sights we’ve seen nor the souls we’ve known

though moving around this much in life

is much too often if you ask my wife

we think about all the places we’ve been

a tapestry of time–and now and then

we imagine home–a humble space

to be enjoyed in a beautiful place

with much to ponder and recollect

perhaps there’s time we can reflect

that the best is really yet to be

though all the rest was fine with me

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BrooksLooks @ Backlash

BACKLASH

it never ceases
to amaze
what people do
and why, these days

perhaps it’s me
or global warming
why such a spree
of strange is swarming

whom shall I tell?
to whom complain?
perhaps it’s me
who’s gone insane

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BrooksLooks @ George Schuster

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George Schuster

greeted my share of kings and queens
those who star on movie screens
dined with rock stars, heads of state
the notorious and the now quite late

but a face encountered eons ago
with steely eyes I didn’t know
has stuck with me, haunts me still
his rare achievement of iron will

just a kid, I crossed the road
met him there at the end of his life
kindly, willing to the garage he strode
of course he’d sharpen my kid jackknife

he stepped on the metal treadle
the big stone wheel would start to spin
sparks commenced from the metal
fascinated, i would stand and grin

he asked if it was sharp enough
as if i really knew
these fleeting moments our last
i think he probably knew

back across the road,
sharp shiny blade in hand
my mother had her doubts with me,
and the knife
not with the kindly old man

see, he was a master mechanic
in the automobile’s dawning age
and back in nineteen aught eight
he drove onto the world’s biggest stage

around the globe in his Thomas Flyer
he drove with grit and plenty of tires
to Paris–an American Victory
George Schuster set the winning pace
Champion of the World’s Great Race

that’s the story unabridged and whole
simple kindness from a once great soul
a moment in two lifetimes
a sliver of each life
memorable moments shared
with only a simple knife

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Photo Credit: Jenn Czapla, 44 East Avenue, Springville, NY

BrooksLooks @ Why?

WHY MY BELOVED COUNTRY?20190114_153943

ANOTHER MASS SHOOTING

ONE MORE TRAGIC DAY

ANOTHER MADMAN TERRORIST

LOST, GRIEVING

WE PRAY

THE MEDIA DRILL

ROLLS OUT THE SAME

WHO DID THE SHOOTING

WHO DID HE KILL?

WHAT WAS HIS NAME?

AND WHAT ABOUT MOTIVES?

ON HALLOWED GROUND

MORE FLOWERS LAID

WITH FLICKERING VOTIVES

SYMBOLS OF LIGHT

OF EACH LOSS PROFOUND

THERE IS A FIGHT

AHEAD

WE MUST FIGHT

WHY MY BELOVED COUNTRY

HAVE WE NOT YET RESOLVED?

THIS ISSUE OF GUNS

HAVE OUR LEADERS DISSOLVED?

WITH TEARS POURING OUT

FROM SO MANY EYES

ARE GUN RIGHTS MORE PRECIOUS

THAN OUR OWN CHILDREN’S LIVES?

TOO LITTLE ACTION

TOO MANY WHY’S

THROUGH RIVERS OF BLOOD

OUR GREAT NATION CRIES

WE CAN’T HOLD BACK

A GREAT NATION CRIES

THE FLOOD OF TEARS

IN OUR AMERICAN EYES

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BrooksLooks @ Crucible

Crucible

CRUCIBLE

ON SANITY’S LAST HORIZON
FIERY FLAMES BEGAN TO RISE
TENDER HEARTS BEGIN TO MELT
TEARS POUR FROM STEELY EYES

THESE ARE DAYS OF TRIAL BY FIRE
SITUATIONS DARK AND DIRE
ANY SPARK COULD CAUSE IGNITION
INTO A CODE-RED CONDITION
WHITE-HOT SEARING
DANGER THREATENS
THE TIME HAS COME
THE HOUR IS NEARING

FORCES PULLING THIS WAY
FORCES PULL AGAINST
HUMAN ANGST AND HEARTACHE
EMOTIONS WILD AND INCENSED
IN MATTERS OF THE HEART
BETRAYALS AND BROKEN TRUST
TRAITORS TURN TO LEAVE US
OLD LOVE TURNS TO RUST
PROMISES ONCE MADE
ARE NOW ONLY ASH AND DUST

IN A CRUCIBLE
WE NO LONGER FEEL
FORGED IN FIRE
LIKE TEMPERED STEEL
CAUGHT BETWEEN LIFE’S FORCES
WE BOLDLY SOLDIER ON
VIVID WILD DREAMSCAPES
PORTEND A NEW AGE DAWN
ALL WE KNOW REFORMS, RESHAPES
CHANGE IS OUR NEW NORM

WE STEP OUT INTO THE FUTURE
EMOTIONS OVERDRAWN
BRAVELY FACING EACH NEW DAY
AND EVERY RAGING STORM

WITH FIRE IN THE HOLES
OF OUR CHROME ALLOY SOULS
GALVANIZED HEARTS
AS TIMES TURN TRAGIC
FORGED FROM METAL PARTS
WE KEEP FROM GOING INSANE
STEERING AWAY FROM OPEN FLAME
LOVE’S ALCHEMY WORKS ITS MAGIC
OUR BLOOD TURNS MOLTEN GOLD
RELATIONSHIPS TURN TRAGIC
THE END TIMES, TURN STONE COLD

WILL THIS BE OUR FINEST HOUR
OR A TIME NOT ONCE FORETOLD
WILL WE RISE TO NEW OCCASIONS
OR WILL WE REFRAIN
ARE WE BOLD ENOUGH TO KEEP
OUR HEARTS AND SOULS
FROM MELTING DOWN THE DRAIN

IF WE CUT THE FUELS
THE CRUCIBLE COOLS
POURED OUT ON LIFE’S CONVEYOR
MOLTEN EMOTIONS
OOZE OUT
LAYER UPON LAYER

SOLIDIFIED LIVES REVEAL
HEARTS ARE HARDER
AND HARDER STILL
FULLY TEMPERED
LIKE GLEAMING STEEL

IN A CRUCIBLE
OUR HEARTS BECOME FUSIBLE
IN A CRUCIBLE
THEY MELT TOGETHER
TOWARD A FINAL DAY
IS IT POSSIBLE
SUCH A PRICE TO PAY
BEYOND THE CRUCIBLE
WE FIND OUR WAY

FACING LIFE’S PYRE
THE FLAMES RISE HIGHER
WE COME OUT STRONGER
ETERNALLY STEELED
HEARTS FUSED FOREVER
FIRE-ANNEALED

© 2013 Brooks Bradbury / BrooksLooks, 1 December 2013
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