Reintroducing the real Travis Duke
What you cats know about swinging swords at someones head?
Lately I ponder the paticulars of life. Friends? Are they mere men destined to be the ones who you can confide in, or simply those who you can confide incdestined to be mere men? Thoughts like these toss and tumble throughout the dancing neurons that rage inside my skull.
Music is my outlet. Not outlet of thee creative energy that has somehow seeped into my bloodstream but rather the way I plug into the outside world. I am meek and modest in day to day living, but as I grasp the neck of my guitar, fold my legs and close my eyes I feel a surge of raw passion. I belt out a ravenous roar of pride as I begin my song and sing lyrics to the musical melody under my breath so I feel I am communicating the world but not in an impersonal way.
"MAAAAAANN IN THE BOX" is what I crow to unsuspecting ears. The earth rumbles, the planes shift, clouds dissapate and suddenly I realize I am laying on my back past my body's nocturnal curfew, staring at the stars. No guitar, no amp in sight. To say it was a dream would be an understatement, this is my vision....
Michigan is a place that has always excited me. Driving in a car we pass the border and I see the same Welcome to Michigan sign everytime, missing supportive bolts on its wooden stance in the dirt. It seems to grow taller and loom the closer we get, as if to protect its respective boundary. I feel carefree in Michigan. The home of Ford automotives, Eminem and Vernors gingerale. My three greatest passions in life in a euphoric yet metaphorical sense....I wanna be a feather on the wing of phoenix rising. Have I felt the love from those who love me? No. But in Michigan, have I felt the love in the admiring gaze of the locals that do not know me? Surely it must be there.
Today I saw a bird fall out of its nest to the sidewalk. Only a babe and squawking desperately for guidance. I stopped and looked at it as it desperately struggled to adjust to its newfound concrete jungle. I shook my head and kept walking. In a world that preys on weakness, can this truely mean everything?
Lately I ponder the paticulars of life. Friends? Are they mere men destined to be the ones who you can confide in, or simply those who you can confide incdestined to be mere men? Thoughts like these toss and tumble throughout the dancing neurons that rage inside my skull.
Music is my outlet. Not outlet of thee creative energy that has somehow seeped into my bloodstream but rather the way I plug into the outside world. I am meek and modest in day to day living, but as I grasp the neck of my guitar, fold my legs and close my eyes I feel a surge of raw passion. I belt out a ravenous roar of pride as I begin my song and sing lyrics to the musical melody under my breath so I feel I am communicating the world but not in an impersonal way.
"MAAAAAANN IN THE BOX" is what I crow to unsuspecting ears. The earth rumbles, the planes shift, clouds dissapate and suddenly I realize I am laying on my back past my body's nocturnal curfew, staring at the stars. No guitar, no amp in sight. To say it was a dream would be an understatement, this is my vision....
Michigan is a place that has always excited me. Driving in a car we pass the border and I see the same Welcome to Michigan sign everytime, missing supportive bolts on its wooden stance in the dirt. It seems to grow taller and loom the closer we get, as if to protect its respective boundary. I feel carefree in Michigan. The home of Ford automotives, Eminem and Vernors gingerale. My three greatest passions in life in a euphoric yet metaphorical sense....I wanna be a feather on the wing of phoenix rising. Have I felt the love from those who love me? No. But in Michigan, have I felt the love in the admiring gaze of the locals that do not know me? Surely it must be there.
Today I saw a bird fall out of its nest to the sidewalk. Only a babe and squawking desperately for guidance. I stopped and looked at it as it desperately struggled to adjust to its newfound concrete jungle. I shook my head and kept walking. In a world that preys on weakness, can this truely mean everything?