Feed the Beast

Feed the Beast

  By Gary Hawkes

  Copyright Gary Hawkes 2013

  The Table

  Fading fast into the beckoning night

  Calming voices ensure it’s all right

  Ambivalence presence that denies patience

  Captures the beckoning call,

  From the Beast, at his insistence

  Fortunes turn for those of kindred spirit

  Goals more than just being rich

  Willing and able

  Ready to sit at the table

  Save a spot

  Before it gets too hot

  Soul bends to what The Others demand

  Hard to make them understand

  Prosper now while things are on the up swing

  Don’t linger too long on the forgotten song

  Vision of everything, all that went wrong

  Partnering up for this next voyage

  Ramblin’ man ambles out of the garage

  Soon it will be time to start

  Willing and able

  Ready to sit at the table

  Save a spot

  Before it gets too hot

  Dreams

  Making up the Dreams as I go along in my own head

  What world I live in

  I don’t care that’s it’s filled with sin

  Whatever I am it is what I am

  Don’t really care if I repent Uncle Sam

  Just want to live and have a good time

  The last one should be a good one, before the lyme

  The words get dark though I know

  It is though my only way to say so

  Life is good, right?

  Yes, she yelled; be with ME tonight

  Restless Beast

  The beast became too restless and unleashed the furry

  Caged too long, it becomes time to worry

  Mixed results from the previous adventures

  Dubious actions cause the others to censure

  Opportunity small for the beast to strive

  Spinning out of control, anything to survive

  Order are given, trying to keep hope alive

  Gathering up resources before the next great dive

  Seaside

  Seaside is where I reside

  At least for right now

  Don’t know how

  I ended up here

  But, possibly drink a beer

  And think ‘bout

  Life up to here

  Where am I going?

  May need some showing

  But, I know soon things will be glowing

  Mind

  Need to exercise the mind more

  Old field glories making me sore

  Dad telling me, you ain’t gonna make it

  This time it won’t put me in a fit

  It only makes me pursue this more

  Allowing thunder to lead the way

  Not allowing the lightening to make its play

  It’s beginning now; like it or not

  Why not shut up and give it a shot

  I’ll pursue mine

  You pursue yours

  When it’s my mind

  Everything is fine

  Bar

  Sitting at the bar

  Wondering how far

  This new adventure will last

  Is it greed to want to be a star?

  A different kind for this so far

  The jukebox is empty; put in some bills

  Rooms getting still

  Spreading good music throughout the northwest

  Everyone knows we’re the best

  Lyrics still a work in progress

  Get better as go along I guess

  Eastern

  Making my return to Eastern

  Glory days I’ve long learned

  Forever bound to this place in the Palouse

  Although I ain’t ever seen a moose

  Good buddies; doing good on their own

  At least that’s what Facebook has shown

  Incapable of leaving this place behind

  But it’s not always on my mind

  Meeting the new guys at my house

  Makes me proud of what brotherhood is about

  Getting good stuff sitting on the bar stool

  This adventure won’t lead to me as a fool

  Work

  Time to get back to work

  The job is not done

  Morning bears the rising sun

  The others may give another look

  Have to pay for all the adventure

  My pockets aren’t deep for sure

  Others have it easy;

  World paved for them,

  Mine was bumpy with many twists,

  Both struggling and feeling breezy

  Even as low as I was, others still had it worse

  Even my best will never be as good as the rich man’s mythical curse

  It’s time for US, not the U.S. to unite together under a common cause

  Why are rich white men living 3000 miles away deciding all our laws?

  It’s a controlled rage that keeps me on this journey

  In the end, we decide who wins the tourney

  The absurdity gets me every time

  Why we allow such a tiny group to control our every dime

  We must keep civil, despite the inclination

  To let it get messy and rely on reincarnation

  The Rock Creed

  I follow the Religion of Rock ‘n Roll

  Much better for the soul

  Than the others that make me feel old

  Feel it in your bones through and through

  Anytime is good; even the afternoon

  The legend of the cross roads is true

  And I’d probably make that deal too

  Like Bon said, “Hell ain’t a bad a place to be”

  At least I know that’ll I’ll be free

  Best

  Seem to write best when stoned

  But, I want to feel level

  Not feeling like I’ve loaned

  My life away in a drugged out tone

  No need for a shovel at this party

  I’m alive and on my own

  Clean Plate

  What do you mean this plate is clean?

  It’s chipped, cracked and obscene

  It’s beaten, but solid

  Good for many years to come

  Just don’t let it fall off the shelf

  Connection

  Losing the connection

  Yet again

  Hopeless drift

  No more direction

  No more rules

  I’m feeling what?!

  There’s no connection

  Dream

  If this is a dream

  And I am unseen

  I’d feel really mean

  If I had to flee

  If this is a dream

  It is my dream

  And I’ll play it out

  Till I’m in the right scene

  Dreamin’

  Dreamin’ of good

  But been dreamin’ of Hell

  Not sure if I’m really well

  But, I’m not leaving prematurely

  Will enjoy this full, positively

  It’ll get weird from time to time

  But soon will inspire another rhyme

  Everyone Just Abide

  Abstract sensibility

  Is the dichotomy of me

  Future bright with hope

  Don’t care to hear nope

  Playfully enjoying the bright new spring

  Not sure if I can really sing

  Feeling good though

  Time still somewhat on my side

  It is time to grow

  Everyone, just
abide

  Fame

  Will I do okay if I do get fame?

  Or will my story be one in the same?

  I love fun as much as anyone

  My fun isn’t the same as someone

  It used to be I need the speed to succeed

  It occurs to me now I’m much better without indeed

  Good times though, the bits I remember

  That crazy party; when was it?

  November or mid-December?

  Family

  All the family worrying about me

  Is it really wrong to be what I need to be?

  I don’t want to be like everyone else

  Negative energy can be kept to yourself

  I’m not here to hurt you

  It’s your choice to feel blue

  Soon, family, everything will be fine

  You’ll be able to enjoy when you have the time

  This life is short; a single dance

  I’m no longer leaving this to chance

  I’m gonna have some fun

  It will help some one

  It is clear to you

  What is best for you

  It is clear to me

  What is best for me

  Soon, family, everything will be fine

  You’ll be able to enjoy when you have the time

  This life is short; a single dance

  I’m no longer leaving this to chance

  Jerk

  I ain’t no Jerk

  I know it’s gonna work

  And our lives will be better in the end

  You made me strong

  And I knew all along

  That you’d be there for me

  I ain’t too blind to see

  That you’ll be free

  Away from me

  And our happiness will always be

  JW

  Wrote a letter to J. Wenner

  Be a Rolling Stone writer

  Maybe I’ll just be a high flyer

  Not sure on deadlines, down to the wire

  Better suited as a solo flyer

  Easier for misdirection

  During this connection

  I don’t mean to use dictation

  On this alliteration

  But I’m taking this carnation

  To the next reincarnation

  Maze

  Drawing mazes like I used to do

  What does it mean?

  That’s for you to stew

  Creativity flowing out

  Still finding, what it’s all about

  Maybe I have it, maybe I don’t

  I refuse to say I won’t

  Try and make it to the top

  Not needing to think of the stop

  This is a calling

  Despite everyone’s balling

  The Test

  The first test has passed

  But, more to come

  How long will it last?

  The doubts are undone

  Just as the spring was new

  Nothing to believe for sure

  Except I don’t mind feeling blue

  I don’t mind felling blue

  It’s better than being dead

  Up a shit creek with no paddle in your hand

  And you don’t know who to call Dad

  It’s okay to feel a little sad

  Prefer to be glad

  Don’t let other bring you down

  Even when it’s your own dad

  God of rock

  The God of Rock spoke to me

  She said very clearly

  Take the mic fearlessly

  The End of Days are coming soon

  There is no time to lose

  Am I who the Devil would choose?

  Don’t worry she said, he’s not aware of the good news

  He’s not all bad, she said with a laugh

  But he is in need of a bath

  During this journey he’ll be your guide

  Just don’t let him get too on your