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

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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 @ 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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