BrooksLooks@ Rising Above

RISE ABOVE
Brooks Bradbury

we sucked the marrow out of life back then
took crooked roads that brought us back again
found our way into strange new lands
said goodbye to our best laid plans

and it ain’t easy but we rise above
remember all we have’s our own sweet love
try to hide it on our faces–life’s true toll
we all know the times that try one’s soul

ain’t no telling what’s to become
ain’t no telling now where we’re from
ain’t no telling down from up above
all we’ve got’s our own sweet love

dancin’ to the beat of our distant drum
still, life keeps pushin’ us all around some
and it ain ‘t easy but we rise above
we keep believin’ and we rise above

i miss sweet desert mornings
on the chaparral with you
Chiricahua cowgirl what will you do
you’re my only home, my sanity
Chiricahua cowgirl come set me free

and it ain ‘t easy but we rise above
remember all we have is our own sweet love
try to hide it on our faces life’s true toll
we surely know the times that try one’s soul

will we ever finish this human race
are we going forward or stuck in place
will there ever be a fine new age
or more and more rage until we finally turn the page

and it ain ‘t easy but we rise above
remember all we have is our own sweet love
and it ain ‘t easy but we rise above
remember all we have is our sweet love

© Copyright 2014 Brooks Bradbury ǀ Brooks Looks

BrooksLooks@ One Life

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One Life

there at the outset we’re missing the smarts
act less with our brains, more with our hearts
we don’t even know that we don’t even know
and the current of life continues to flow
carried along as wild winds blow
are we the vigilant guardians of some narrow view?
who don’t even know that we haven’t a clue
and at the end of our lives will we discover it’s true?
that it was less about me and more about you
like roaming bulls in life’s china shop
always ready to fight
never knowing when to stop
oblivious to what’s right
addicted to the daily news
 
am i only the vigilant guardian of some narrow view?
do i not even know that i haven’t a clue?
at the end of my life will i discover it’s true
that it was less about me and more about you?
are we leaping from one extreme to another
is our age of over-reactions
padlocked ideas and polarized factions
narrowing views and distant blood brothers
and the fading age of our loving mothers
 
where are we as a nation, a city a town
as people and races
and politics astound
are we heading
toward consciousness?
a new-age ethos to be?
or are we only drifting about
in a wide-open sea?
 
will our species ever achieve
unconscious competence?
will we truly believe
or will we squander our providence
lose the flight of the dove
with spirits diminished in the face of lost love?
 
are you only the vigilant guardian of some narrow view?
who doesn’t even know you haven’t a clue?
at the end of your life will you discover it’s true?
that it was always less about you
you could have taken a wider view
it was always less about us
limited by our narrow view

© Copyright 2014 by Brooks Bradbury ǀ Brooks Looks