Feed the Beast
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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