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

© Copyright 2014 Brooks Bradbury BROOKS LOOKS

BrooksLooks @ Paradise

Paradise

FROM DOS CABEZAS THROUGH THE WINTER
INTO A SMOKY MOUNTAIN SPRING
ON THESE CAROLINA BACK ROADS
SWORE HE’D NEVER TRADE THIS FOR ANYTHING

ALWAYS HEADED TO SOME MAGIC PLACE OUT WHERE
THOSE CROOKED ROADS HE KNOWS WOULD TAKE HIM THERE
TO A PLACE, A PARADISE OF WHICH HE’S FOND
OUT ON THE EDGE OF TOWN, ABOVE AND BEYOND

HE PASSED THROUGH OOSTBURG IN THE AUTUMN
STOCKBRIDGE ON THE SPRING
CAN’T REMEMBER WHERE HOME IS NOW
OR IF THAT STILL MEANS A THING

TAKE ME BACK WITHOUT A CARE
TO A PLACE LIKE HOME, I WONDER WHERE
LET ME CATCH MY BREATH AND STARE
STRAIGHT AHEAD INTO THE FOREST THERE
IN THIS HOME ON THE ROAD TO EVERYWHERE
ON THE ROAD HOME IS ANYWHERE

ONCE HE KNEW THE CHIRICAHUA
ALGONQUIN, CHEROKEE
HE KNEW THE LAND OF IROQUOIS
APACHE SPIRITS SET HIM FREE

IT WAS ALLEGHENIES IN THE MORNING
BERKSHIRES THROUGH MIDDAY
BLUE RIDGE SUNSETS IN THE EVENING
SWEET SHEBOYGAN ON THE WAY

IT WAS A GOLDEN AGE IN TIME THEY SAY
MOST EVERYTHING WENT HIS WAY
AND ON HE WENT SWEPT AWAY
LIFE’S CURRENT TOOK HIM HIGHER, FURTHER ON EACH DAY

IT WAS UNIQUE A ONE-WAY TRIP IN TIME
MOMENTS SAVORED AND SUBLIME
UNTIL HE REACHED PARADISE ON HIS DYING DAY
NO REGRETS AT ALL THEY HEARD HIM SAY

TAKE ME BACK WITHOUT A CARE
TO A PLACE LIKE HOME I WONDER WHERE
LET ME CATCH MY BREATH AND STARE
STRAIGHT INTO THE FOREST THERE
IN THIS HOME ON THE ROAD TO EVERYWHERE
ON THE ROAD MY HOME COULD BE ANYWHERE

© 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 @ Service

I Tremble

I saw your face on Facebook today.
You died serving our country.
We’ve lost you at Bagram Airfield, Afghanistan.
I can hardly breathe in gratitude.
Your supreme sacrifice is overwhelming.
My heart breaks for your proud family.
And for each life you have touched.
You will forever be a part of our American Soul.
Your life is a reminder how precious
the freedom you have helped to provide.
I tremble to receive such an extraordinary gift.

© 2014 Brooks Bradbury | Brooks Looks