No more why

Visions and flowers and under the dirt decisions
Up into the stars with over working fury
Untold lives and deep down secrets of visions
Toward the snakes unfurl asking where were we?
Skys go deep into the patterns and the folding
The sound goes far and extends like that night
With nothing in my hand from the molding
Feeding the teeth in fear of the metal knight
Holding true is loosing its grip and ceasing
The mountain is turning flat in front of my eyes
The home I don't own the term is only leasing
With fists unclenched to the sky I direct whys

Moving feet with unknown

Night time snow
Misunderstanding
The light glow
As too demanding
The hearts descent
Into the hole
The rules bent
To reach the goal
The snow
Is growing
Winds blow
He's sowing
God knows
The desire
My foes
Climb higher
I've let go
Without thought
I flow
This vacant lot
Without care
Without the heat
I stare
At moving feet

I am back

It's night and I'm tired
With an imagination that's fired
The stage that's been set
The feelings I get
Some parts are so good
Looks just like it should
But the little guys sick
And my head needs a kick
Cause I'm throwing away
The chance I might slay
The demon inside
Whom I confide
Without it's just you
Walk fearfully through
And I'll land on the side of the sun
It's there that I'll be when it's done

Readiness

It's almost here
Travels of long
That disappear
In this song
Held in my hand
Something so small
You can't understand
This world at all

But ready he is
I hold to the hand
Strongness is his
Change in demand

I might be content (oh no)

What do you do when all your needs are met? What do you do when the hungry monster inside has a full belly and is asleep? I guess you blog.

I began by forcing myself to do. Then I let go. Then I stopped doing. Now I'm not doing anything and yet everything is getting done. Have I become a Taoist? I heard there's a saying, "If you're not smart enough for Taoism then try Confucianism." All I have to say is there's no Confucianism for me. I'm following the Tao all the way. I'm like a green blade of grass that bends with the wind while the brown blades of grass break.

Ashtanga's 7 Head Stands

Backstage

I'm waiting backstage right now. Butterflies. Not sure about my act. I go on in 3 minutes! Now I'm thinking that maybe instead of blogging I should be figuring out my act. Ok Duke, pull it together. Breath. Think. Ok...funny vibes please enter me now. Funny molecules please enter my system. Ok.