BrooksLooks @ Dark Matter

Dark Matter

they say this all started
with a great big bang
fire and rain
yin and the yang

millenia passed
left plenty of clues
like how we crawled out
of a primordial ooze

we’ve come so far
to get to where we are
on another lap
around this old star
where are we headed,
will we ever arrive?
gravity bound
to live and die

still we fight
over border control
incivility takes a tragic toll
hate for hate’s sake
how much more can we take
religious divisions
deep and dark
and the rising tyranny
of the oligarch

are we dumb as a box
of asteroid rocks
after eons of years
dark matter appears
much of it lies
between two human ears

blind-sided
will we ever find
a way around
the dark matter found
in a dangerous mind

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BrooksLooks @ Going Away

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GOING AWAY

i’ve loved you and cared for you

every day of your life

i’ve paid a ransom price

to be your mother

a parent, a wife

in the roll of life’s dice

you’ll never know the depth

of my sacrifice

no time for small talk?

nor the details of my day?

so self-important now

you weren’t raised this way

and you tell me how you don’t care

it’s there in your eyes in that blank stare

good luck you’ve had your say

i won’t abide your disrespect

goodbye for now, i’m walking away

i don’t need you

i’m not some old door mat

my heart and I

can’t look back

i’m walkin’ away

my bags are packed

i loved you with all my heart

now I can’t look back

the fuse is burning in your life now

ticking like a time bomb

and you’ll never know how

i gave everything to be your Mom

i gave it all to be your Mom

a mother scorned by her own child

the most painful crime of all

you’ll realize sometime

when your heart’s in free fall

when your friends are few

and she leaves you

and the bills come due

remember that I loved you

you’ll remember things I say

but I won’t abide your disrespect

goodbye for now

i’m walking away

i don’t need you

i’m not some old door mat

you broke my heart

and I can’t look back

i’m walkin’ away

my bags are packed

i loved you with all of my heart

and i can’t look back

let me know when you’re back on track

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BrooksLooks @ The Great Quinnipiack Club Soup Controversy of 2006

front_of_clubhouseAREA HEADLINES:

“SOUP CONTROVERSY BOILS OVER!”

“CLUB HULLABALOO OVER SOUP ON THE FRONT BURNER”

“STIRRING THE POT IN CLUB SOUP DEBACLE”

“SOUP BATTLE: A REAL BEEF!”              “STOCK POT TEMPERS FLARE”

“AD HOC SOUP COMMISSION APPPOINTED”

“Q CLUB ‘SOUP-GATE’ REVEALS CANNED PRODUCTS

WERE USED EXTENSIVELY…AND PREFERRED BY ITS MEMBERS!”

NEW HAVEN, CT — In an act of desperation, eleven Quinnipiack Club members from the club’s self-described O.F.& H.B.’S (old farts and has beens) presented a strongly worded request to the Board of Governors today. It seems the long-simmering issue regarding recent changes in the club soup recipe has bubbled to the surface at the venerable private club.

As a result, an ad hoc ‘Soup, Broth & Consommé’ Committee is now being formed to address the rather dicey club issue. A Soup Task Force commissioner has yet to be named. It was unknown at press time whether the club’s new soup is actually being dumped into the New Haven Harbor (a la the Boston Tea Party) however Club Q Soup loyalists are really stirring the pot and ladling out cries of fowl.

The heat is also rising in the club’s ancient kitchen as the new chef was unaware there were any old “recipes” as the soup rebels claim. It seems that the club’s vital soup secrets (and a rusty can opener) disappeared about the same time as the former chef.

It is rumored that the new chef (with twenty-five years of cooking experience) actually arrived with some of his own soup recipes. Chef Jack Hodes when asked if he knew how to make soup, replied, “Yes.” And, “My soups have always been made from scratch. I know they are being well-received by the other club members because they actually have taste now.” The chef reports that the usage of salt, pepper and crackers has shown similar gains concurrent with the new homemade soups.

Compounding matters, one of the new chef’s first acts was to bring all of the old canned soup, soup base, stock and canned vegetables that were in the club’s kitchen when he arrived over to the nearby New Haven Soup Kitchen. While not homemade, management was certain that less fortunate members of our local community would really enjoy the soup, canned or otherwise.

Uncannily, we’ve all been shocked to discover that the Soup Traditionalists actually preferred the canned soup over the new made-from-scratch soup! Temperatures are boiling over as vehemence and vitriol pour out! Meanwhile, soup sales at New Haven’s Broadway Soup Kitchen have soared ever since the delivery of the Q Club canned food products. This however seems to be related to unfortunate economic reasons rather than dissenting Q Club members actually dining over there now.

The entire unsavory issue may be brought to a referendum in order that common ground is forged among the group’s steamed-up members. The emeritus leader of the “Soup Party” claims that “with the hiring of the new chef, our revered club soups have disappeared from the menu!” Reports from other members label this as simply “hogwash.”

It seems a majority of members actually prefers the bold, new direction of having some taste in their soup! “I find the club-made stocks to make all of the difference, bravo to the chef!,” exclaimed one gushing chowder-head. The general manager has been bowled over by the controversy and has vowed to address the concerns of all ‘soup loyalists’ with compassion and sensitivity. The situation remains fluid.

The Great Q Club Soup Controversy Simmers On!

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BrooksLooks @ City on a Hill

City on a Hill
Brooks Bradbury

HE’S GOT A THOUSAND DOLLAR SUIT
A MILLION DOLLAR SMILE
HE’S GOT HUNDRED DOLLAR SHOES
TIME TO SIT AND THINK A WHILE

AND HE THINKS ABOUT THE HAVES
AND THOSE WHO DO WITHOUT
AND HOW HE’D GOT SO LUCKY
AND WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT

HE KNOWS SOME QUESTIONS
HAVE NO ANSWERS
HE KNOWS THEY NEVER WILL
LIKE HOW HE CAME TO LIVE
IN A SHINING CITY ON THE HILL

EVERYTHING ONE NEEDS AND MORE
CITIES RICH BEYOND BELIEF
THERE’S MONEY TREES IN FORESTS
DOLLAR BILLS ON EVERY LEAF

THEY’VE GOT IT AND NOT A CLUE
OF POVERTY’S TRUE COST
NOW THE BILL IS COMING DUE
RAVAGED SOULS ARE LOST

OUR SHINING CITY ON THE HILL
ITS DISTANT VIEWS OBSCURE
THE SQUALOR FAR BELOW THEM
DESPERATE LIVES THE POOR ENDURE

THE CLOCK IS TICKING FOR THE HUNGRY
AND THOSE WHO DO WITHOUT
A TIME BOMB TICKING, TICKING
TO A RECKONING NO DOUBT

POLITICS WITHOUT COMPASSION
FAILURE TO SHARE OUR LOT
LEAVING BUT A MEASLEY RATION
IN ANGUISH THE POOR CRY OUT

© Copyright 2014 Brooks Bradbury ǀ BROOKS LOOKS

BrooksLooks @ Crazy and Cruel

CRAZY AND CRUEL

HE WAS CRAZY AND COOL
THE TALK OF THE SCHOOL
HE WAS COMPLICATED
CONVOLUTED
CRAZY AND COOL

THHOUGHT LIFE WOULD BE A BREEZE
UNTIL IT BROUGHT HIM TO HIS KNEES
HE GREW UP FAST TO HIS SURPRISE
LIFE HIT HIM BETWEEN THE EYES

HE WAS KNOCKED DOWN
DEVASTATED
LIKE A FOOL
DISCOVERED LIFE WAS COMPLICATED
CRAZY AND CRUEL
IT WAS COMPLICATED CONVOLUTED
CRAZY AND CRUEL

IT CHANGED AGAIN WHEN HE WAS FORTY-TWO
A COURT TOOK HIS SON
AND HIS DAUGHTERS TOO
LIFE REMOVED HIS DAD DISGUISE
DRAINED THE TEARS FROM THOSE BLUE EYES

HE WAS KNOCKED DOWN
DEVASTATED
LIKE A FOOL
HE DISCOVERED LIFE WAS COMPLICATED
CRAZY AND CRUEL
LIFE IS COMPLICATED CONVOLUTED
CRAZY AND CRUEL

THEN SHE CAME ALONG IN A BEAUTIFUL WAY
LIKE FIREWORKS ON A SUMMER’S DAY
ELEGANT STRONG, SAVVY AND WISE
ACROSS NIGHTTIME FIELDS OF FIREFLIES
THE SPARKLE CAME BACK IN THEIR LOVE STARVED EYES

TWO HEARTS SETTLED DOWN
DISCOVERED HOW LOVE CAN BE PROFOUND
BUILDING A LIFE ON SHIFTING GROUND
EVERY FIRE NEEDS PLENTY OF FUEL
IN SPITE OF IT ALL IT’S STILL THE RULE
THEIR LIVE’S ARE COMPLICATED
CRAZY AND COOL
SOMETIMES CONVOLUTED
CRAZY AND CRUEL

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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 know 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 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 really 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 and 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 the wild winds blow

are we only vigilant guardians of some fatal narrow view

who don’t even know that we haven’t a clue

and at the end of our live’s will we discover it’s true

that it was less about me and more about you

like bulls in life’s great china shop

always ready to fight

never know 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 nothing but over-reaction

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 parties 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 that 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 you

limited by your narrow view

© Copyright 2014 by Brooks Bradbury ǀ Brooks Looks

BrooksLooks @ Quasi Gray & Fuzzy

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life is quasi gray and fuzzy

while I hoped for more-finite

i’ve received my share of nebulous

while in search of black and white

perhaps approximate and nearly

is all we really get

instead of crystal clearly

and conditions somewhat met

doesn’t mean we give up trying

as the brass ring comes around

but to have a taste of everything

makes for life lived quite profound

would rather have a full slice of life

than to never know the breadth

but to know even just a little strife

provides dimension and rare depth

i’m getting kind of greyish too

my shoulders worn in slope

my days seem a whole lot more finite

as I’m learning how to cope

grey and dusky evenings

follow Arizona’s crystal days

perhaps the palette’s full of color

and all that really matters

is how we spin the platter

and where we focus our life’s gaze

© 2014 Brooks Bradbury | Brooks Looks

BrooksLooks @ Delirium

DELIRIUM
Brooks Bradbury

YOU TRIED TO LEAVE
YOU SOLD YOUR SOUL
NOW IT’S YOU WHO’S IN THE HOLE
SEEMS YOU WERE JUST A BRIDGE FOR US
A HERE-TO-THERE WITH TOO MUCH FUSS
YOU TRIED TO GET THE SHIP TO SINK
NOW IT’S YOU WHO’S SUNK, ‘S WHAT PEOPLE THINK
YOUR MACHINATIONS WORE MIGHTY THIN
NOW YOU’RE OUTSIDE LOOKIN’ IN
LET ME GET MY VIOLIN
NOW YOU’RE OUTSIDE LOOKIN’ IN

WATER RISING IN A SHIVER
YOU HELPED US CROSS A LITTLE RIVER
YOU ROSE AND PEAKED A SHORT TIME LATER
WE SMILED AT EACH ALLIGATOR
AS WE REACHED THE OTHER SHORE
YOU TAPERED OFF TO BUT A SLIVER
OVER SUCH A SLOW AND GENTLE RIVER
BOTH SIDES OF YOU ARE NOW MUCH CLEARER
TAKE A LOOK INTO THE MIRROR
HOLD OFF ON YOUR FINAL BOW
YOU WERE BUT A PATH FROM THERE TO HERE
A BRIDGE ACROSS THEN AND NOW

YOU TRIED TO LEAVE
YOU SOLD YOUR SOUL
NOW IT’S YOU WHO’S IN THE HOLE
SEEMS YOU WERE JUST A BRIDGE FOR US
A HERE-TO-THERE WITH TOO MUCH FUSS
YOU TRIED TO GET THE SHIP TO SINK
IT’S YOU WHO’S SUNK, S’ WHAT PEOPLE THINK
YOUR MACHINATIONS ARE MIGHTY THIN
NOW YOU’RE OUTSIDE LOOKING IN
HOLD OFF ON THAT GREAT BIG GRIN
NOW YOU’RE OUTSIDE LOOKING IN
I’LL ROSIN UP MY VIOLIN
NOW YOU’RE OUTSIDE LOOKING IN

LIFE’S HARD ENOUGH WITHOUT TWO FACED LIARS
PERHAPS THEY SIMPLY CROSSED THEIR WIRES
BUT LIFE CAN BE A LOT MORE FUN
NOW THE BASTARDS ‘R ON THE RUN
CAN FINALLY SEE THE SHINING SUN
NOW THE BASTARDS ‘R ON THE RUN
TRAPPED IN THE SILKY WEB THEY’VE SPUN
BASTARDS ARE FINALLY ON THE RUN
AND OUR SPIRITS WON’T COME UNDONE
NOW THE BASTARDS ‘R ON THE RUN

© 2014 Brooks Bradbury | Brooks Looks

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

Copyright © 2013 Brooks Bradbury | Brooks Looks

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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

Copyright 2013 © Brooks Bradbury / BrooksLooks