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Feed the Beast
Feed the Beast
Feed the Beast
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Feed the Beast

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Collection of poems and songs written about everyting from love, loss, war and the modern day American Dream.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherGary Hawkes
Release dateOct 2, 2013
ISBN9781301962853
Feed the Beast
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Gary Hawkes

Gary Hawkes spent most of his child hood years on Whidbey Island in western Washington, aside from three years spent in Japan during his mother and step-father's Navy deployment. The experience of living in Japan and calling that country home and then moving back to the U.S., had quite the effect on the young aspiring writer; a unique perspective on what it means to be an American.Early on however, Gary's interests were mostly in music and sports. It was periodic encouragements from family and specifically a high school teacher that spurred Gary to pursue writing more diligently later on. Most of the writer's early work were simple short stories and some poetry.Several years after graduating college he published his first collection of poems and followed quickly after with several more books of poetry and short stories. Currently living in Washington State.

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    Feed the Beast - Gary Hawkes

    Feed the Beast

    By Gary Hawkes

    Copyright Gary Hawkes 2013
    Smashwords Edition

    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

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