DOWN THIS LONELY ROAD…

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By Tom H. Brooks 3

 

Down this lonely road I walk
into a fiery red sunset
 
Another day
another year
another decade
I go swiftly into the unknown future
 
Time flies away
on the wings of angels…
and demons
 
Time flows over me and drags me under
like a slow muddy river
across the floodplains
 
Can you hear me speaking to you
across the miles,
across the great distances?
 
Can you see me here
in the dim scarlet twilight 
of this endless wasteland?
 
Can you understand the things
that I say here,
walking down this road of mine?
 
I`m calling out to you
 
I see far
 
I see you there,
on your road
going your own way
through the madness
of this vast world
 
We all struggle
to find our way
in this life
 
There is no map
for your road
or mine
 
Your cell phone
will not get you
where you are going
 
There are no tour guides
no buses
no taxis
 
All we have
is our wits and
our own two feet
 
So keep walking,
you there,
and I`ll do the same
 
Perhaps I`ll see you
at a crossroads one day
but not likely
 
The sun goes down
and night shadows 
crawl across the land
 
As my eyes gradually adjust,
I can see clearly,
even through the darkness –
 
It`s beautiful out here…
 
 
THB3
5/9/14
Tokyo, Japan

 

 

THE SEED THAT GROWS INTO A GIANT TREE AND OTHER POEMS…

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By Tom H. Brooks 3

This is STREET JOURNAL 79 and now it is yours…

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I AM HERE TO CREATE ALTERNATIVE WORLDS…

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We must live each moment as if it were our last.
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“Some want to change the world
Others want to read it…”
 
Octavio Paz
East Slope
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Come up with the title and the rest shall follow…
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THE SEED THAT GROWS INTO A GIANT TREE
 
Most of my life
I have wanted to be a writer
a poet
a visionary
 
Then I realized
I already was a writer
That words came to me naturally
from the heart
from the soul
 
I had always had the flow
That nameless thing
that turns thoughts
into symbols and images
That certain something
that performs a strange alchemy
and creates things with no apology
 
A curse and a blessing, it is
 
Something one learns to live with
 
It doesn`t matter if you get paid for it
if you`re able to say, “I`m a writer”
at bars and dinner parties
 
It is only the raw feeling of the words
grating on your spirit like sandpaper
 
The words pouring out of you
like a waterfall
a monsoon
a tsunami washing over the land
with no mercy
 
You cannot stop what you are
You shouldn`t try to stifle this essence of being
NEVER
 
 
INTERLUDE:
notebook page: me listening to me (ends up rotting in a box)
words spoken into empty air: nobody listening to me; forget it
email: friends listening to me
Tumblr/Wordpress etc: everybody listening to me, (not caring?)
Instagram/Flickr: here`s a picture
Facebook: I`m eating a slice of delicious pizza in Greenpoint, Brooklyn
Twitter: talking loud, saying nothin`
 
 
All of you
everywhere
Let the words flow
Let it rain,
so to speak,
Because
when the world has
faded into sad oblivion
When computers are dead
and TVs are darkened,
words and songs will live on
 
Legends will grow
like the seeds of great trees
that tower over us
and shelter us in a cool shade
 
That is why we write
why we have to write
Why some of us
feel it is our duty
our destiny
 
In the face of this calling
everything else seems kind of stupid
and meaningless
 
I`m going to lie down now
in the shade of this tree
 
The sunlight is all around me
and the possibilities of this world
and the next are endless
 
If you are a writer, you know what I speak of 
 
If not, you will learn to know…
 
 
THB3
4/22/14
Tokyo, Japan
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3 HAIKU ARRANGED AS A POEM
 
Tokyo Disneyland
across the river darkness
a bright gem of light
 
The fire flowers
explode across the night sky
and then disappear
Blossoms of light fade
quiet and still once again
smoke drifts like dream clouds
THB3
4/26/14
Tokyo, Japan
 
(If you didn`t know, HANABI is the word in Japanese for fireworks, which means, literally, fire flower….perfectly appropriate.  I have seen more fireworks here in 4 years then I ever did in America, meaning Los Angeles and New York City….)
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BETWEEN WORLDS
 
Stuck here
wanting
to be floating here
between 
the living and the dead
between 
east and west
between
here and there
 
Never really belonging to it
anywhere
Not really caring
 
Just lingering on the fringes
watching 
observing
recording
Soaking it all up 
for some obscure purpose
that may, perhaps,
be revealed later,
or maybe not…
 
No matter-
It is where I am supposed to be
here 
in this strange limbo
betwixt different worlds
 
Like a phantom
who sees all
but knows nothing
except
that no one really knows anything
 
It is a vantage point 
to which I have become accustomed
It seems that it was 
waiting for me all along
 
And I have found it
at last
and really, now, 
there is no going back…
 
THB3
4/26/14
Tokyo, Japan
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THEY CAN`T TELL ME HOW TO LIVE AND THEY`LL NEVER TELL ME HOW TO DIE…
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THB3

Tokyo, Japan

May 5th, 2014