And so it begins...

The only reason I mention this here is because I know nobody reads these... and I need to have it set in front of me so I can complete the task at hand, bowing to no one or no force that could keep me from this end.

I've started the writing process for my solo album.

There, I said it.

If Matt and Todd can do it, why the heck can't I? Some of the stuff I've written in the past just isn't meant for Leaving Shiloh or The Rockslides. The same is true of the new stuff I'm writing.
So why let them sit and fester in the pages of my notebook when I have a plethora of excellent musician friends and a desire to let my feelings be known?
If Dave Grohl and Taylor Hawkins can do it, Lord knows I can too.

May this introspective endeavor be blessed.

-kw

Procrastination to the Nth Degree

I once wrote:

Girl, you make me work too hard,
too hard for your love.
And if I knew we'd be apart,
I don't know what I'd do.

Who knew that it would apply to someone else other than the original intended?

It's funny how that works... Life, that is.

Everything comes full circle
Like spirals spinning out.
What once happened
Will happen again.
It truly never fails.

One door closes, another opens... Then you find yourself in the same place you were years ago. Irony can be quite humorous at times. Karma (for those who believe in it) can also be interesting. My world consists of nothing but circles and spirals since my wings left me.
And I'm coping just fine, actually. It's amazing.
I learned a lot about myself. My limits. My compromises. My "love."
I learned a lot about others. Their hopes. Their fears. Their "control."
And I've come out a better person, I believe.
Full reliance on God and all of His saving grace is the only thing that kept me sane.

I'm Kicking habits to the curb

and driving off into the sunset,
never looking back
to see the sadness in their eyes
and contempt in their veins.

Burn my world
on a paper plate.
Watch as the embers
take hold
and bounce back
and forth.

Reflectors on the road
avoided like the plague
the outcome will surely
Live.
Live, I say.
Live.

False Hope vs. No Hope
The debate never ends.
Down the river
or across the street
I'll always see you there.
My pieta,
My wings,
My polyrhythm,
I'll always see you there.

There. I successfully procrastinated and alleviated my mind at the same time.
Therefore: Kdawg 1 : Research Paper 0

Live, I say.
LIVE.

Untitled #17

I truly hope
everything's alright.
My heart, the final chapter.
To feel your arms
and touch your skin
My life, the ever after.
Oh, the eyes
That capture the skies
And light the ever-darkness.
To fall so slow
That heaven knows
Each time my world implodes.