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

Why A Rose

For ev'ry rose, there's one like you-
perfection with a tint of red.
And it sticks to me like drying glue-
that's everything you've said.

What's in a rose that makes us sigh
and open with a lifted head-
as if I'd only bought you two
and given in to a comfy bed.

So on a quiet resting day
I question what I've said-
what's playing in my heart each day
might be a plague upon your head.

Would you be bold and tell me true
if something did upset?
I question you and lose each day
for questions that have lead

My mind into a bitter spot
and poisoned what I've fed
into your heart and mind alike
and into my upset head.

So for you alone, I buy a dozen
to please my restless thoughts-
I stop and plead with god each day
that a rose would be enough.

In everything I do, a rose
is what compensation leads to
to love, to live, to give a damn
for of ev'ry rose, there's one like you.

The Lilies of the Field

Through the forest of the untainted eye
and under the willow that hides the self
I paddled through the waterlillies there
and thanked god for my health.

The bounty of the cyclops vision
is that it is not blind to anything
it sees both out and through within
and to the table its understanding it brings.

And how do they neither spin nor toil
in nature's perfection alone
that makes them need for only thier soil
lillies can make a home.

What brings this man out to this field,
when he's not busy making his war?
Within himself and what he feels
are the rest things he does like a whore.

He sits upon a throne of thorns
and a bramble crown atop his head
So evening sets and he remembers scorn
and knows without lillies, he'd be dead.

I cross into the great unknown
as I dream with infinate bounds
I smell the lillies, this is truly home
as I hear the godly winds sound.

I am by no means Solemon
and by no means a king of old
nor am I the holy one
who truly can be so bold-

to say behold the lillies of the field
and the birds, how they neither toil nor spin
they let alone the loving sounds and drop thier shields
to let the true heart speak within.

I hear you call on winter nights
as the snow blows across the ground
I know you're there and that you love me too
you're the best thing for me, I've found.

God bless the winter nights and too
god bless the lillies, the heart of you.

The Death of Hope

The dawn fell to dusk again
Last night when I watched the battle.
Dawn said he tripped as dusk took aim
And knocked him from the saddle.

So every day they had this fight
Till last night when the stars never showed
The magic was gone and with it dawn
And that was all she wrote.

Now days go by with forgotten sunsets.
The dream of two riding off into the horizon
The lovers looking off the hill
Is gone and with it dawn.

I dreamed in nightmares of no setting sun
Just morning then night then the day was done
But today I saw the dawn again
And realized I'd never really lost my friend

She'd sit on the hill
Wait on the plains
And leave very quickly
When I never came.

Dusk was still there
Waiting for its time to shine
And all the while "dawn never came!" I'd whine.

And though she put on pretty heirs
I'd never really noticed that dawn was there



And so I lost what little I cared.

It fades

As the visions of eternal suffering rise
I realize that this is not to be my life
watching the crowds and the people who die
makes me feel kind of mild in the immortal eye.

decadent lifestyle is all that I've known
and now that I'm out here on my own
I feel I must build myself up but not alone
because the world will greet me if I build my own home.

Confusion is the name of our adolescence
and in this time working seems ephrevescent
but still I feel almost without my home
life eternal and for now, alone.

Shrinks give me drugs
girls give me hugs
TV gives me love
and god speaks from above

and I listen and I listen
to the detriment of my life
living isn't living
unless you can leave this endless night.

Perhaps I should stop listening
to the things that I'm told
a man is a man is a man
unless he's sold

on the idea that we are all controlled by fate
and societies words make him irate
and dirty deeds are done dirt cheap
so we ignore our fellow man when he weeps.

I am simply a pawn
so I'll get out of the game
awake to a better place
where people aren't all the same.

I think I owe it to myself to decay
unless I stop the world from spinning
and seize this first day.

I O U's are building up
and before I get stuck
I'll try not to give up
the world is not a bad place
and all of us fuck
and all of us need this superficial bull shit
till the day that we die
or simply can't live with it
and become an hero
or live for the day
as life fades away
and life fades away
and life fades awa
and life fades aw
and life fades a
and life fades
and life fade
and life fad
and life fa
and life f
and life
nd life
d life
life.

Late Night Stream of Consciousness

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.

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.