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BrooksLooks@ Home is Where You Are

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HOME IS WHERE YOU ARE

home was where my parents were
not exactly a home on the range
the range was where dinner was made
when eating out was rather strange

home since then has moved about
from dorm to apartment to room
it didn’t seem to matter back then
until life began to bloom

apartment life was a passing phase
before jobs and moving and ‘homes’
after those pesky ‘overdraft’ days
before mortgages, bills, and loans

a career would bring us hither and yon
to one house after another–oh my!
we lived in places we’d never dream up
a place or two we should have passed by…

years went by and Mother moved
retiring south for the winter
her home is in Carolina now
we are sadly seldom together

home passed long ago from mom to spouse
you know how wild life is
houses sometimes resembled homes
but home is where ever my wife is

our latest house is not quite home
but to me it’s crystal clear
my home is with you–it will always be so
whatever the place, whatever the year

time’s gone by and things sure change
never my place with you
now that we’ve live on the open range
eating out’s a lot less strange

my home is you

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BrooksLooks@ Crumbling

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Crumbling
sermons unheard
the unspoken good word
a song unsung
lessons unlearned
in an inhospitable place
where manners don’t matter
to an inhuman race
cruelty seeps
onto the world’s bloody streets
gunfire and grief
beyond our belief
shots fired
our frayed nerves hot-wired
dignity’s bridges burned
simple kindness spurned
if civility is lost
was compassion the cost?
beneath uneasy skies
too many why’s
morality decried
a teacher defied
a pastor sighs
and the poet cries

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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

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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
in search of black and white
perhaps approximate and nearly
is all we really get
instead of crystal clearly
our conditions almost met
doesn’t mean we give up trying
when the brass ring comes around
but to have a taste of everything
makes for life lived quite profound
would rather have a full slice
than to never know life’s breadth
to know but a little strife
provides dimension, perception, and depth
i’m getting kind of greyish too
approaching life’s final slope
my days seem much more finite now
as I’m learning how to cope
grey and dusky evenings
follow brilliant, hazy days
perhaps our palette’s full of color
and all that really matters
is how we spin our platter
and where we focus our life’s gaze

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BrooksLooks@ Backlash

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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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