First artical of 2008

Keller Williams at the Nokia Theater

Keller Williams is a one man jam band going by names such as K-dub and simply Keller. Originally from Fredericksburg, Virginia, Keller Williams has become an icon all over the US. His genre goes with the traditional jam band line such as Phish and The Greatful Dead.
Last night I really didn't know what to expect as I walked into the auditoreum and saw a mirriad of dreadlocked hippies, preppy college kids, jocks, stoners, older people, but mostly people who could appreciate the drug culture. All others left very quickly. When the concert started up, it took us about 2 minutes to smell the sweet, skunk like smell of good marijuana. One of my friends commented that he'd smelled it before the concert even began.
The relevance of this to the reader is that the room began to fill with smoke very quickly and even without roach or pipe in hand, everyone was high who was in the room. The characters on the floor varried so much with their highs that they all reacted completely differently to the booming, illustrious tones coming through our bodies.
I have got to admit my respect for music that seems to make people want to retard their brains so much that only the music remains. There is great pride deserved when you're an artist who can take someone away, even for a moment, from the harsher realities that is life and his music seemed to do just that.
At the concert, we saw many memorable faces. To give a few, I remember a stocky midget with a fat joint right behind us. The wide and gruff security gaurd who shined a flashlight over the crowd every once and a while in hopes that he might save us all from our deep seeded desire to smoke the canabis drug that seemed to permeate the room despite his botched attempts. I met one individual who would hop twice on one foot and twice on the other in the front row. He was holding onto the rail and doing this so it felt like he might tear the whole place down. He was shorter but not short with long hair flowing as he bounced from side to side. His tie-die T beneath his jacket showed his inner hippie gene and made for a very entertaining thing to watch when you're high off fumes and energy. Beside me was a friend we met named "Teste." I believe we saw him on our way back to the train and if this was indeed him, I know why they call him Teste. It would seem his patience was in short regaurd on that night.
In the middle of the concert, they actually put fans on the stage to blow the smoke back towards the crowd. I think it's entirely possible that the smoke may have affected the musicians because of the guitarist, and I can't seem to find his name at the moment, went crazy and just started going wild with his guitar after the intermission. Things got more interesting towards the end of the show and culminated in a group of tired, druged out teenagers going home to a nice warm bed.
Thank god for the one gift we still all had after that concert: the ability to go to sleep.

Too Tipsy for a Tuesday

If you could only see me now
deep in my drunken high
you'd lament my innocence
and see what it means to try.

my friend you'd see that I once sailed
to O'ahu, Japan and Taiwan
you'd see I've made the mole hill into
a beautifully watered lawn.

I sought after princesses
and courted a dutchess
who breathed smoke freely
and brown was her buttdress.

And now i sit on my mound of sand
like Ozymendias in my gloriffic land.
My thoughts now betray me
and my body wishes to expand.

The simplest sonnet tingles
the sensual sinew.
and the clattering clock ticks
to only satisfy my youth

my sweet dreams have not made
a full recovery from this weed-
let alone I have a child
to raise a new breed-

who knows of the stupid trials
that I once went through
and I can give back what I stole from the world:
an uninterupted youth.

All classy are the garmants and
the title of the deed
is let yourself remember
to ride off on your steed.

Because forever we are tiring of
this ciclical life we lead.
I think it's time we bid adeu
and I smoke a little more of my weed.

and you of yours
miles away
how quaint
a life
that makes its own way
and replicates another still
far, far away
my heart is racing
just as yours
but on a different way.
and now I'm babbling
so this becomes prose
and I begin to explain the intricacies
that one man thinks are those
that smoke the weed are stupid
because he's seen it all before
how they let themselves get empty
and mop up themselves off the floor.

I tell him silence and the whispers fill the wind
now sleep imortal grasps me and the spirit glows with in.

Late night with a Sisko

In my home
eating cucumbers, pickled,
my friend Alex dreams
of what seems like being tickled.

I sit alone and think,
as I begin to feel tired
that I wish I had a drink
because I'm still wired-

just enough so
that I can't go to bed
but not enough that I don't
want to rest my head

too many lights
too many thoughts
too much boredom
so I think of people's sex talk.

I can't because my friend...
this has to be the end!
These thoughts that make me cough...

I think I'll turn them off
Yes...
I think I'll turn them off.

Robert Frost

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold
her hardest hew to hold
her early leaf's a flower
but only so an hour
then leaf subsides to leaf
so Eden sank to grief
so dawn goes down to day
nothing gold can stay.

The Soldier's Creed

The weight of the world is on my shoulders
so now I say goodnight
to all of those who will grow much older
and put up a better fight.

Oh sad's a song that runs too long
in twisted, bitter symphony
and I, the wanderer sleep in peace
to my own thoughts, destroying me.

and I'm tempted to do the better deed
for god, for country but mostly, for me.

I------I

Where but for a soul do these mortal woes lie
that gifted us with proverbial lies
entering chaos in a transparent union
do most of us live and take our last communion.

Ever did I look for the simple way of peace
but found I that I was interred with the beast.
Where does one reach when Satan infects the physical
and doctors look back quizzical.

I dream of perfection and live it in my life
and strived all of it searching for a wife
but as darkness falls I feel myself consumed
what demon has possessed me or fecund my mother's womb?

Where am I, stuck inside this invisible box
and diseased with my own mind a pox
never before have I so much believed the lies
and ever am I ready to die.

The agony in my brain and god cannot be found
I have accepted Jesus please do not put me down
dig me up someone from this possession of love
exercise these demons from heaven above.

Is this my fate John Calvin?
Is this my story?
am I meant to die from woe
before I had the chance for some glory?

It's the stories that I own that are destroying my brain
and my ability to think is destroying my brain
amiable silence from those who need to speak
bring me now moses to your mountain peek. 
Take me to heaven so I shall feel humanity no more
or so I shall meet god and even the score.
forgive oh lord my little tricks on thee
and perhaps I'll forgive thy great big one on me.

anger in silence and I'm cursed to be alone
someone who needs love to keep his worldly throne.
The god of war needs not love for he has something to do.
while intimacy is bread in boredom not far from the truth.

Why do I sit here in contempt of my day
why do I pray and seem to get the answer go away?
I need something else exciting in my life
or forbid myself life when I lose wrong and right.

Where is the road not taken? where is it taken?
I cannot find my path to stardom like Clay Aiken.
I am the demon who lies alone at night
and thinks of the loving in absolute spite.

I cannot even find the remnants of a soul
for I have to work odd hours for the old.
and be it far from me to criticize the lilies
even when the wind at our back breeds boredom
and gives the meek minded the willies.

The fowl of the air can look down and laugh
for they are closer to god where I can't find the path.
There's a specific function for some things in life
but mine evades me so I catch the world in spite.

Imagine the wasteful ocean bringing its devastation on us
in Louisiana I saw the people with wounds that had puss
vagrants stealing in the middle of the night
and military murders went on in plain sight.

Where am I god, I am calling to you now!
Help me out! help me out! help me out
until I'm found.

I need to get out of this tantalizing place
and see a warm face
and see a warm face
I am going insane because of thoughts on the brain
and I can not control the way life seems so plain
because I need a degree to get away from me.
Something special for the world or tempting little girls
looking at me sideways with the eyes of the devil
and fate picks on me the way fate picked on Nevil.

Take me away oh god of today,
you can save the righteous for some other day.
Come into my home where I am alone
and take me at night, to where the buffalo roam.

Make me in silence say more than I did
and make my life perfect or end it with this.

Hokie

I realize my world is in its first upheaval
this town being this way almost doesn't seem real.
I roam my serenity looking at thier faces
those now without a home because thier mind races.

In only a day, thier world went upsidown
I do not know this place I used to call hometown
it's true that I have adopted this great land
but they looked to me for leadership stance.

I cannot imagine the pain you must have felt
but know that we Hokies have never been by ourselves