Read Feed the Beast Page 6

One, they said. Indeed!

  What a joyous occasion for some

  For others; oh no

  He was in our midst this whole time

  And we didn’t say go

  Some gave acclaim which is lame

  The nature is quite tame

  Future open for those with the right name

  Time to Rock and roll

  Bon Scott in the family album

  He wasn’t no bum

  Maybe I am scum

  But I’m a child of Rock & Roll

  Naked up high above

  Take hold the Black Dove

  Show the girls what they need to know

  Put on a good show

  It’s time to Rock & Roll

  New Day

  Hello out there; does anybody care?

  What it all means to rip at the seams, due to unanswered dreams

  All new planning, for the right standing

  Life never stops moving

  Keep the constant flowing

  Energy lifting

  With eternal blessing and no more messing

  Or waning

  Pick up the pace

  Last race

  Turn and face

  The Dawn of the New Day

  Solitary

  Solitary confinement for a few more days

  Then hopefully awaken from this dreary haze

  Recapture lightening in a bottle

  May still have to live in a hostile

  Venture east, to the Frozen Tundra

  But at least won’t need an umbrella

  Get back with baby’s momma

  Awaken from this dreamless coma

  Still rely on others too much

  Maybe I’m just out of touch

  But nothing else for me here

  Remembrance of joy is clear

  But time to move on to the old

  The Dreams are ready to be sold

  Arlington

  My grandfather stays in Arlington

  Met him once when I was young

  Now feel the strain

  Understand the pain

  But he’s gone now

  Too late to learn how

  Long time forgotten of what was taken

  Lost stories forever buried

  But the spirit stayed

  Hopeful for new beginnings

  In this wide world of open prospering

  One

  Bemoaning his catatonic confuse

  The Joker was ready to amuse

  There was nothing left to lose

  Was the purpose his to choose?

  Laughing gently out to sea

  The Others stand by awkwardly

  The peak of interest is your tonight

  Be careful not to cause too much fright

  The hair stands up as The Others back down

  No more “Tears of the Clown”

  Joyousness beckons from the hall

  Come one, come all!

  The End

  Celebration day begins today

  Fortunes untold may delay

  Waiting for heartbreak to round the corner

  Maybe love is in order

  The one today seems to be the former

  Stalling time soon to come to an end

  New adventures lie ahead, as the plot thickens

  Spiriting the next phase of the journey

  Enjoying this time, thankful for the opportunity

  Now some mending and building

  New hope rises with relation in healing

  No more thoughts of resorting to stealing

  Enjoy this next bout

  Happiness; can it be bought?

  Enjoy every minute you can

  Everyone get theirs in the end

  Space

  Long drive back tomorrow

  Case of old stuff in tow

  Back to second longest place I’ve been

  Seven years it’s been since then

  Same old place from the college years

  Same place where I had the same fears

  Grind through the winter that never seems to end

  Faith in spring’s rebirth waning and it becomes hard to pretend

  Small town surrounded by infinitely vast space

  Prefer a less isolated space

  Now surrendering without pleading my case

  Striving forward toward the backward

  Back to old times, I’ve left long behind

  The world can never be too kind

  Cheney Summertime Blues

  Hanging out in Cheney

  Don’t start getting loony

  Boredom sets in the hot summer heat

  Not drinking to death, quite the feat

  Get off the stoner couch once in a while

  Move your feet, get silly in style

  Befriend the locals

  But don’t stay too long

  Or else you might be singing the song

  The Cheney Summertime Blues

  Find some production, in something besides

  Booze and weed and consumption

  Town clears out in mid-June

  Leaving the same stale old tune

  The long calm before the great storm

  When the town doubles, and life again begins to roam

  Befriend the locals

  But don’t stay too long

  Or else you might be singing the song

  The Cheney Summertime Blues

  Old Rail

  Exonerated behavior, excommunicate the believer

  Then pester and poke for being a deceiver

  Stay the same for all time

  No change ever of your style

  Ancient marauder grows bored with the deception

  As they hastily clear for a new inception

  Purpose still waivers out of reach

  Others go to vacations on the beach

  Careful the company one keeps

  Blood bonds only go so deep

  Forced back on to the old rail

  Life is already feeling stale

  Soon may be time to bail

  Get out and about, set sail

  Sing Your Song

  Meander through the mind field of misquotes and double talk

  Wave of negatives means it’s time to go for a walk

  Ignore the accusations that laugh at all the faults

  Expectant outcome is good for the ones in charge

  Although I may end up just hanging out in bars

  Good people, not too consumed with symbols

  Not allowing the elected to decide our principles

  Get strong, stay strong

  Correct the wrongs

  Sing your Song

  For Keeps

  Reunion planning has altered course

  Action corrected to sooth the splintered force

  Adjusting again to life in the real

  Catching up with ones too long by

  Pretended happiness to clear the path to fly

  Reassuring glances guide the way

  Small steps easing forward to move on with the day

  No need for another rain delay

  Reconnection, reconcile, the quick times

  Before the fading memories slip by

  Soon complete

  No need to cheat

  Don’t act like a dog in heat

  The Pack

  There’s no such thing as 100%

  So there’s always room for improvement

  Feed the body with more than just food nourishment

  Surviving this crazy place, quite the accomplishment

  Savor the small victories

  Anything to keep the peace

  Discover what life means

  In the world of dreams

  Processing the information with ever changing ideas

  Roaming free without the use of good melodies

  Changing course with the ever changing trajectories

  Keep up with the pack

  No time for falling back<
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  They are poised and ready to attack

  Correct Path

  The union held steady through the misfit behavior

  Of longings past and present, no needed savior

  Playful games that faded away

  Disconnect the correct way, before causing too much dismay

  Agreeable nature succumbed to pressure then tying up the loose ends to reassure

  Closing the pending tide before the next seizure

  Flat line desperation to ignite the fuse

  Seasons continue always too soon

  Interruptions in patterns start to confuse

  Bonding together, they use and abuse

  Proclaiming absolutes about the correct path

  The fear of dominating, or finishing last

  Anyone can have a difficult past

  Insure the questions that need to be asked

  It’s difficult to take off the mask

  Awaken

  The awakening is still young; still testing things out

  In the near future, brightness will bloom

  Shunning the rising gloom

  Voices beckon from above

  So close but still can’t hear, people start to shove

  Concentrated energy moving gracefully

  The opportunity diminished quickly

  Scattered dreams pilling up on top of each other

  Long lost brother

  Avoid the destruction

  And constant fluctuation

  The realities of time and space

  Causing a fever to win the race

  Awaken your life

  That is passing you by

  Do more than just try

  Conquer the evil that tries to fly

  Live Now

  Wasting away in one of my old homes

  Then decide which way to roam

  Beer spilling with the foam

  Idle wonderings until things get better

  Then decide which one will get wetter

  Pursue with luster things The Others consider nastier

  Opportunity presents itself to excuse your self

  Golden chances gathering dust on a shelf

  Live now, get off your ass; but show a little class

  Before making a half assed pass

  Promise Land

  Ponder to corporate interests

  Deny your survival instincts

  Let The Man decide how you live

  Incarcerate those who dare to live

  Let them take it all even when you have nothing left to give

  Let them run the show

  They are the only ones who know

  We are busy little ants scurrying around

  Our saving grace is never found

  Scrapping away as we try to live right

  Corporate’s unquenchable greed is an evil might

  Stealing the blind’s chance for sight

  Throw ‘em out soon

  Before the impending doom

  Let’s take a stand, take my hand

  Let’s make it the promise land

  The Rise

  Philosophizing while being an idle shit

  Anything, well not anything to get a hit

  Waiting for the herb to rejuvenate the brain

  Then continue with ease without worry of who to blame

  There is more to life than fame

  But none of us are completely one in the same

  Who decides what is sane?

  Pressures unyielding and the thirst un-quenching and the women unending

  Parade of enticement brings strong feelings

  Now is the era for the rise

  Make the Arrogants step aside

  It will now be our time

  Pretty Lady

  Young at heart, disguised as an old fart

  Chasing down ladies who