Thursday, December 20, 2012

"Confusion"


Leaves falling around
Making it look like winter
But summer is here.

[KLJ12202012]

"In All of the World"


“Bands ah make ha dance?”
Sounds good, but does it REALLY sound good?
Laid off for a year,
Catalyst for “changing the game.”
What you don’t understand is:
We ARE the game.
Underneath your superficial school pride
Lie feelings of “DAMN! How do they do it?”
It’s not magic; it’s hard work.
It’s TRUE pride.

The Maestro was a mastermind;
Engineering a well-oiled machine that
Stands the test of time.
And it has. It will.
Through naysayers, haters, whatever names you may call
Those who never have anything good to say,
It’s glitz, glamour, fortitude;
Most of all it’s an experience.
The sound… of experience.
The difference is as clear as the
Lakes of the Nordic fjords.

While you continue to forge a path,
You’ve forgotten about that 66-mile trench
That has been there. And getting longer.
Deeper that the hum of your basses.
The tone as pure as your cleanest piccolo.
THAT trench, dug by thousands of bandsmen
Who wanted nothing more than to give you a show.
An experience.
So go on and bump your gums,
‘Cuz the band has made ‘em dance’
Is making ‘em dance; will make ‘em dance.

Just remember your first time hearing
“BOOM, BOOM; BOOM BOOM!”
It was… an experience.  THE experience.
You haven’t forgotten it; you can’t forget it.
And you anticipate when again you are acquainted.

[KLJ12202012]

"Crossroads"


Sitting in the comfort of my car's warm embrace,
Wanting not to meet Winter's bitter handshake
And Rain's uninviting visage.
Beyond the balance of my stairwell
Lies a sea of exponential ecstasy;
The place where fatigue meets relief
And for one moment the World is but
A mere afterthought.
Dare I wrestle with the cunning and muscular strength
Of Mother Nature's bleak persona?
What lies ahead
Is the personification of a perfectly watered cloud,
An embrace to make envy
The omnipotent one's loving-kindness.
That is to say,
I love my bed.

[KLJ12122012]