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I thought
this was a place
to release who I am
what I am
privacy
a place like the mind
where I am not
only these places
faces
begging approval
but this is just another
place
side
facet
just another longing
to be
but never to show
just some more fucking make believe
Pretynd
- Friday, February 01, 2002 at 22:05:49 (PST)


eve eve eve eve eve eve eve eve eve eve eve eve
cmon, babe,
ring my saturday morning bell, babe
you know youve got it, babe
but i dont want it back.
cmon, babe,
send some my way babe,
fring me with your ways!
Anonymous
- Friday, February 01, 2002 at 13:42:02 (PST)


"I'm always the victim"

Today I am a corpse
time to feel sorry for me
or bomb the shit out of korea
why you always so bitchy?

thats a start
you could be my heart
did you expect art?
in the dawn of the new world war
dont look to me for the answer
problem
today I am a corpse
Anonymous
- Friday, February 01, 2002 at 13:29:38 (PST)


maybe the answers are closer than you think
maybe its easier than you thought
My Friend
- Friday, February 01, 2002 at 09:47:16 (PST)


How do you feel about that?
heeping helpings of insainity
electro shock thearpy
abortions in the brain
activity challenged
arrested devlopment
microchip puppets
enhanced humans
and your talking about valentines veterens?
the only one that could have saved me
she could not be saved
someday the tears will fall
I don't know whats blocking them
if anything
its a little to late for soul mates
sun dial radiation
the script does'nt call for reliving every scene
heres an ode to the ending
an end to the beginning
its time to die without goodbyes again
heres is the request
you never asked for
un-solicited
its a little early for funerals
time to move on then




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second hand come dumpster
suicide lies blame ozzy
champange brunch on the soup train
your mama does
Anonymous
- Friday, February 01, 2002 at 03:54:15 (PST)


jack be nimble
jack be quick
jack torched his ass on the candlestick
Anonymous
- Thursday, January 31, 2002 at 08:53:22 (PST)


jack be nimble
jack be quick
jack torched his ass on the candlestick
me
- Thursday, January 31, 2002 at 08:53:21 (PST)


Did i hear soup train?
Zorro
- Thursday, January 31, 2002 at 08:05:41 (PST)


Aw, Travis!
you didn't include my favorite!!!
Anonymous
- Thursday, January 31, 2002 at 07:59:33 (PST)


"Everybody Wants a Sideshow"

Everybody wants a sideshow
peeping in thru some peek hole
I'd like to getaway from it though
its there everywhere you go
everybody wants a side show

Now you think to how did you know
I really can't tell you so
I just wish you we're entertained enough to go
so I could just be left alone
everybody wants a sideshow

thats a little bit to much nose
play by play everyday note for note
I just don't care no more
about happy endings or even how the story goes
everybody wants a side show
Anonymous
- Thursday, January 31, 2002 at 01:38:21 (PST)


"Wilson Avenue/Menomiee Blues"

I think it must have been Pam that opened my eyes
to the surprise of lies that will never,ever come true
Start over again I tried
on a street that has no pride
At her sick bed I gave the gift
that meant nothing to her
like yesterday
brain washed away
losing everything,she could to a needle and a spoon
I could'nt bring her back
stop her from buying peanuts soap or sometimes crack
by kicking his pimp bitch ass
but had to hide her whenever I do
that monkey she could'nt bribe
on her back the town bride
I freed her more than once
but not inside
she always went back
until I finally realised
there was nothing I could do
never accepted by her tribe
only because I was too white
yeah I'd say
thats when the dreams died for sure
hahahafuckyou
Anonymous
- Thursday, January 31, 2002 at 00:01:49 (PST)


I love life
life is what I am about
I wonder and wonder
why is life so hard?
The life itself,
makes me hard
I am hard on life
I love life so much
sometimes I wonder
whether
it's a sickness
or insight
but I am hard for life
Yes, Indeed
I am hard for life

Meffainn
- Wednesday, January 30, 2002 at 18:49:42 (PST)


"Train, Train"

Train train,
I'm running out of track
I'd ride a hundred miles
with a bullet in my back
Pain pain,
You can never look back
the cover of the bibles always been black

Smoke from the barrel blood in the wind
I love you still from begining to end
get all my friends stand them in line
stab me in the back just one more time

Right from the bottle tastes better that way
heaven ain't got closer and hell ain't changed

Train train,
I'm running out of track
a hundred more miles and I won't be back...again

Shoot your horse steal your name
love your woman till it drives you insane
sleep with your eyes open and a gun in your hand
a friend to watch your back and one to watch his
because the trains comin down the track
I'll hunt you down with the law looking for me
take all you got 'cause nothin's ever free
never met a woman I did'nt love
well maybe a couple,but lord above

Go on with your life forget about me
always remember I was just a bad dream
if I fall in love or outta my mind
I can go the distance a long,long time
Travis Ray Cole
- Wednesday, January 30, 2002 at 14:17:16 (PST)


well heck thats one way to get around the one post per day.
fuckers
Anonymous
- Wednesday, January 30, 2002 at 13:04:31 (PST)


I think Zorro's right about something for once
and you david bowie mother fuckers preaching to god about god for god are in the wrong place at the wrong time
you choose satan as a webmaster
and will die by satan in the light of emptiness
just like the too tall breastless hungery russian Kat
ditz-a-matic
up the wrong tree social crisis looting from dictionarys
holding the gun to your own head
but never clearing the chamber
so as soon as you can see clear of the cat box poetry
the better the real poets will be in the name of the father son and holy ghost
the norrweigan kgb has struck and hes on his knees to bin laden the new improved devil
so quit yer preaching and brush up on your nazi sign language
its still illegal to burn jews
even if you did lose your lawn furniture in the cat box basin
stop kicking the broken bottles up your mother for christs sakes
volunteer for the draft before lassie dies in the war to end the newer warand pray that graceland opens back up for the tourest
that you rat hair coffee drinkers have caused the layoffs at graceland kmart service merchandise and toysRus
you went from enron to avon
as a blasptomy tactic

check into the psych ward
them talking to there selves have made you parinoid
your the one that lays down with nixon
your the one that shot the kenedys
and your yellow candian forefathers
have been traitors for jump street
as you spread the disease to old bald headed men
Anonymous
- Wednesday, January 30, 2002 at 08:43:23 (PST)


Damn, stuck in non-ThePlace.

Well im a good little boy, running the breath of the machine.
Did u know his ass snaped at me, i swear it wanted to bite my head off. Guess his ass was too cloaked up with shit to exhale nothingness fumes of ignored duplication.

Damn this is hell, no really this IS hell. Fat old demons, shaking the meat for a .. well just shaking the meatness, of the non-productors.

What was that??? somn bout the chained dog eventually bitting its master??? Oh why not .. All hail Osama Bin Laden, fat on American money, sweating American blood.




Z
- Wednesday, January 30, 2002 at 05:40:15 (PST)


freedom of preach
Anonymous
- Wednesday, January 30, 2002 at 03:39:59 (PST)


You did'nt want to read the expiration date
you wanted to live in sin with rossanne barr
under the reign of a south paw savior
as you collect welfare with the whitest rabbits
and have your sex with humpty dumpty midgets
who drown in goats milk
to demoralize the pimp cop
and pray to an un-natural god
my penis is your pizza
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO TALK ABOUT ELVIS LIKE THAT!"
I told you a lot of things
but you never listen
I'm bored with your snake poison lies to your self
as you dog paddle your way thru
floating on top of filth like a common sewer rat
you will now bow before ol' blue eyes and say eleven hail marys only drinking three
your name shall be stricten from the good book
as the lord sayeth
your stigent breath will remain a sign of the devils ways
and the vulger projected vomit
will swallow your soul
and recoil unto the hell cast upon you
the loves you find will not remain true unto thee
it is to late to call on dean martin
and your mothers womb will dry up for good
the pope will piss on your spirit in the name of jehova
and ala's ninth largest herpe sore nicknamed "spyder"
shall burst not unto happiness
volcano like to baptise you with while your mother illegally films
your diseases given unto thee with sin
and expired grape juice

you shall break molded bread to release the illiness for the medicene man
a diritive of penicelin to seal the open sore
she was the whore at church and each chuch would have the dark contest to break the spells
until the oriental women could shine a light unto jesus' heart and rip it the fuck out
with the color as sin you will not listen to the electric music
he said unto the crowds
unto the sinners
the lord would smash the guitars
and spit unto your unholy coutch
Anonymous
- Wednesday, January 30, 2002 at 03:30:10 (PST)


as long as you lie to the lord jesus
you will lie to yourself
and see no light
nor will you live in peace
you shall be haunted with hatred,pain,and
anger.

you will shall no love
because there will never be no love to share

YOU ARE IN HELL
Anonymous
- Wednesday, January 30, 2002 at 02:01:49 (PST)


Thats what happens when you use satan as your webmaster
I told you fuckers
and told you
but you would'nt listen
now you shall live in enernal hell
there will be no salvation
you will not see a hand reach out to pull you from hells fires
you will reap no happiness
it is to late for you
theres no use to pray
you are destined to sorrow
Anonymous
- Wednesday, January 30, 2002 at 01:57:04 (PST)


loathe cindy

now im goin to work
i have no more cigaretts
and i cant beat the 12 year old in aironix

now im goin to work and cindys gonna be there and she is just so ugly
i dont like her
i really dont

shes a no-good-dauther-of-a-cheap-dildo-false-playing-american-manipulating-mean-heyifellintothemakeupkitandhavenobrain-heyimrealinsecurebutchwhosgotaweakmananimaltodominate-bimbo.

thats what i think of her, anyway...
K.
- Wednesday, January 30, 2002 at 01:31:25 (PST)


travis is a 16 year old virgin, fond of his mothers behind and his own. What about his father? Nah....I think his more keen on his fathers pointy front....
Katta
- Wednesday, January 30, 2002 at 01:21:57 (PST)


Why'd I do that fer?
How come I do that fer?
I don't know why I do that fer?
How come I do that fer?
Now,why'd I do that?

Why'd I do that fer?
How come I do that fer?
I don't know why I do that fer?
How come I do that fer?
Now,why'd I do that?

Why'd I do that fer?
How come I do that fer?
I don't know why I do that fer?
How come I do that fer?
Now,why'd I do that?

Why'd I do that fer?
How come I do that fer?
I don't know why I do that fer?
How come I do that fer?
Now,why'd I do that?
Anonymous
- Wednesday, January 30, 2002 at 00:42:27 (PST)


WINGED PHILOSOPHY
by
Travis Ray Cole
Washed away pain and he dream believed
defend burning magic dose beliefs
wish tomorrow wanted to be
smiling pressure points mark the earth
time dust stopped clock anti-beliefs
bats hiding over me uniformed
save the love,feeling apathy
where they nailed jesus to the cross
maybe because he came instead of me
white smoke against angels wings
nails in your hands and feet
lines of life preying fetish mind diease
acupunture rinse killed a tree
a tree for a cross
tell on me lift it for society
blame them for the flag meaning nothing but
preacher's humour is no longer amus-ing
trade christmas headstones trip for seeds
in need of new love
playing games strong as the sea
released to hold on to me
in the arms of rock and roll
ive wanted you and only dreamed
burning in love
i know you wanna believe theres nothing up above
lighting skies made easy and moved tornados
war time lust what could it mean
rivers glowed with blood
envy green spells turning
man made god god made dream
its you i really love
throw away thoughts never again seen
angel didnt have to love at least not me
lust would see no where is ever home
run out on me
go the moon is full
i'll always wait and see
the snake die and bleed.
shadows in the garden eating glass
as the second hand moves lie to me
in coming for the last strike
never wounded with lost love

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Robbin with Angel's Wings
by
Travis Ray Cole
Angel a miracle psyche's in love with me

truth in love magic honesty
whose breath creates more than material possessions

speak philosophies wait for me
stone castles have stone walls they fall
bridge across the rivers of hell
I taste her dream loves beautiful form
mind shadows wizards gods and kings

all pray to angel's wings
past life lust balance mind healing

shes got power over me

entangled in routine
universal thoughts more art than poetry
burden of beliefs worship is she the devil i see?

I put her on a cross
goddess halo hearts break and roses feeling

real can not be lost

unlocked her heart is free

only to want only me

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The Game
by
Travis Ray Cole


I lead and die,retreat

next turn sacrafice exceeds

beyond the limit of need

one more time your move

don't try to why would you cheat and lose

next is a forced turn

no dice your off your feet

time runs out it seems

clock takes its lonely turn

opens the board filled with war

rules and church of life theme

mind win trip scheme

I think we win to lose

not ever knowing the price of dues

I dream of your next move

keeping score by death once more

knowing what the other side holds

not greener and there is no gold

the many pieces that don't fit the puzzle

not thinking we lose each other

so left is the ghost of knight the dying mustang ride

and as many queens as death warrants

a pawn that don't want to be a number anymore

leaving only the colors of hurt

never living in check anymore

do you wanna play some more

the black widow no viel

slides across the crossroads

no devil to take my name

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Same Question
by
Travis Ray Cole



Is this what you want it to mean?

lie awake and dream another minute of speech

words bite me and birds sing

like it was a joyous thing

rollercoaster waste lines

rip apart my very mind

don't stop to let me breathe

breath of fire

poision scream

I can't think about you

or what you've stolen of me

could've held you in the rain

mind lost am I without you

rusted metal piercing

blood.....run

mine keeps flowing

out of the life I seek

am I just dying?

honey's been too sweet

stealing time taking dreams

while it could've been you and me

theres one way to save the heart

thats stabbing outward in a hell of greed

still its left without me

leaving only the echo of need

all I could ask myself

is'nt it just a nightmare?

does it mean anything?

As the clouds keep turning

black and piccasso grey

killing the art around us

making life into time dust waste

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Demon Seed
by
Travis Ray Cole
I wanna bite the apple,I wanna kill the snake

I wanna skin him alive for heavens sake

I wanna bite the apple,spit out the seed

cause the lord knows I'm the demon seed

in revelations or on page one

when he comes calling the deed is done

I wanna eat the apple,I got the hunger and need

for the taste of Eve the morning brings

I wanna bite the apple,kill the snake

take all the blame,it's not her mistake

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The River
by
Travis Ray Cole
If I go off................................to war,

will you still wait for me?


If the pigs set me up tomorrow

will you wait till I'm free?


you still have cable television

to save your nites alone


we will always be together just like a country song and believe in true love like it'll never end


I know I'm just thinking about the future

and the day I'm gone I lose


If something comes between us

is it me that you will choose?


theres no guarentee

as boring as life could be

will you always be true

and chain your ass to me?

oh let our love flow AT$T

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What's in a name
by
Travis Ray Cole
A rose by any other name,does not equal you

don't judge a rose by it's color,

one petal is not even close to the truth

roses dying on the cross,no way to rebloom

give me your love, I'll give it back

I only want a girl like you

a path of rose petals opening up for love feeling truth

a lie about a rose could come back & stick right into you

a trail of roses on the ground for you to walk upon

even without love, a rose dies and is gone

when your love grows deep in the heart of the sun

with the mist of dew in its mind, waiting for the summer

all the time... you spent waiting, thought I'd never come

from the bush where love emerges and unfolds our love

a bud has awakened ,everythings coming up roses

and the rose water that is steeping is distilling for your

lucious loving mind

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How do you start over
by
Travis Ray Cole
I started with nothing

I want nothing

I need nothing

I have nothing

I leave it all behind

theres to much weight to carry

to keep these things with me

I need this,this is mine

I want nothing

I have nothing

I am nothing

nothing is mine

there is to much to keep

I really dont need this muesum of mine

I leave it

I start over

yeah its over

and I dont even have or need what was/is mine

I start with nothing

not even a memorie I try to forget the time

I start at the end

I start to begin

I start without you this time

Ive got to keep going

I can not stay here and rust and rot

while you are doing fine?

I start again

I see no end for me I have to try

you can have what you need or what I dont

thats ok...yeah it is fine

I leave these things that slow me down

Ive got to far to climb

I would take you with me but you couldnt last

and I dont wanna leave you whereever

Im not coming back to in this life

I start without you

I am without you

I dont feel it

like its a lie

I...

wish you could run with me

I wish you had my seed

I wish I could hold you and make it alright

I WISH

that I could believe

I wish I lived the dream

and never want to die


I want nothing

I need nothing

I have nothing

I leave it all behind

theres to much weight

to carry

to keep these things with me

I need

this is mine

I want nothing

I have nothing

I am nothing

nothing is mine

there is to much to keep

theres no such thing as deep

its just levels you and I

that might be why

I really dont need this muesum of mind

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Another Rose
by
Travis Ray Cole
You to me,romanticlly

love like we hold hands

wrapped like a thorny vine

catching holding never letting go to what is inside

your frozen heart lets go and fly

like the very meaning of our very bieng

and love discovers what?

what we mean,defined what is us what we mean

love begins to know

to what is not,you close the door

I am what you know

from the middle till the end across the street and back again as a bird not raven flys

the darkness turns to light.

and freedom screams our dream

light shut out the night alone we two

just me and you

from the crossroads the devildog is gone

you are not a dove we two are just love

and held like it was gods hands holding me you

rolling the dice in the middle of the intersection of our life.

you fly

but not away

not away from me

not away from me this time

there is no him

there is no her

there is us

love in the heart of lust

could the choice be made

could the decision be wrong?

we will live within while living out this poem.

stealing from the games score

We keep playing

play somemore

kiss me one time I adore

the heart that you do hide

the love in your mind

the times we said goodbye..

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War Room
by
Travis Ray Cole


yes I have been there

it was me

getting my share of some fantasy

the war room

all things of war

make your move

war whore

the war room

with piece of mind

looking to acceppt what is me this time

I dont know if i can deal with what is me this time

it is me inside

it is peace i find

the war room

and its been sometime

the medals of hate to celebrate

the photos of what the rich have left

do your napiolian james dean

the war room

holds onto me

and loves only me

because theres no one else around

and the devil comes as pretty as push comes to shove

the war room

with a hundred doors

its got its own asmosphere

dont leave me alone

come back and love me

until i love

the war room

a fantasy

relived

the war room

from where I have lived

the war room

a block from where i was born

the war room

the war whore

the bullets and shells stained with blood

the pieces of hundreds of years

and countries that fell

at no price

the cost is mine

the past of time

the peace that I find in

the war room

the lust too.

i never thought of dying soon

where is my self

i love myself

where is the dream

i think fantasy

so i come to

THE WAR ROOM...

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Filth
by
Travis Ray Cole
shes so burnt out on love

I could do anything

she dont think of love

and now her hearts not frozen


she sometimes goes without

and it does'nt get her anything

she wants to end the life that needs a life

to get over living again


she wants to run from the problems

of love that no love is taking

she knows theres no where to go

but shes gotta get outta the rain


shes so burnt out on love

theres no lust in anything

shes not turned on

or in tune to what I am playing


she is thinking of something else

and her minds not on what Im saying

so I get bored with lust

until you show me something

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Art of Way
by
Travis Ray Cole


The Artist is the art

she moves,she moves me

she speaks and calls my name

she laughs I can smile and dream

I said shes love

reason

I've waited all this time for something

not really knowing until I seen it

at this point there is no season

the begining

she gives me clubs hearts and diamonds

the spades I dig up on my own

she lets me win until the last moment

and puts me in checkmate again

she spins and tries to get it off the ground

its up to the wind to choose to take it

I run with her

I run for her

I run to her

she is a gift

she is she I am me

together we listen

to her I whisper

don't I tell her my best line

and go back and rewrite them?

can I ever really love what is love

am I the only one

I should not say anything about it

its too late

I could'nt wait

just outta the blue

from nowhere

"I love you"

across the sound

from now on

would I say the right thing

would'nt I do anything

and be crazy enough to quit

whatever got in the way

crazy about the reason I have to love

me and you
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Bread and water
by
Travis Ray Cole
Bread and water think of you

bread and water think of you

bread and water think of you

The airs to thin to run

The sky ain't blue

Bread and water think of you

bread and water think of you

bread and water think of you

nowhere to hide

your love ain't true

Bread and water think of you

bread and water think of you

bread and water think of you

If I can't be free

I can't be cool

dying to live my life with

without with without

am I on the right track

or am I just another?

am I going to ever win

you as my lover

everything that comes my way is SHIT compared to you

bread and water think of you

bread and water think of you

bread and water think of you

I don't belive in free

I belive in you.

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Tattoo in mind
by
Travis Ray Cole
Ink or die bleed again color not fade away,mine

an image thought art

ink it in,rip it in,burn and rip,dig,that art

be it bleed it need it tear it feel it see it

a picture in my mind

ink it in your face my skin

an image in my mind,

until the sun tries to take whats mine.

my thoughts paid my eyes are saying

think again about the only real art the only real way

a song of love/hate a reason to change,inspiration.

your all over my mind.ink it in both sides left and right

love your art and way,see your face every day

pain of your beauty going in

forever right there in my skin

sun take tries to take away

The ink that will not fade

with me until I die

love that won't wash away

cant take back or change!

I feel the only thing you said for goodbye

left in blood and skin your in my mind

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Lab rats lament
by
Travis Ray Cole
THIS IS A TEST,THIS IS ONLY A TEST

Mice and monkey,wheel in cage

test you until your trained

toxic rodent losing rat race

tastes like chicken,fed to the snake

infectious disease research cell freezing

lost in a maze cheesy albino with lesions


Rat brain in space,sattlite reception

double dose of cloned mutation

micrscopic study prevention

genetic strain of humane intervention


from the brain and seminal fluid

of the rat comes acid phosphate

dying in a rat trap,last in the rat race

not really giving a rats ass

I smell a rat in space


domestic lab rat died here insane

rat pack,rat patrol,rat breath,cat bait

dying of strictnine poisioning

rat acid ,rats bane

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Mr.Microchip
by
Travis Ray Cole
Mr.Microchip Mr.Microchip

all of a suddenly do you wanna get ripped

MR.Microchip Mr.Microchip

all of a suddenly do you give a sh*t

INLINE IN YOUR MIND WHO'S TO BLAME WHEN THE COMPUTER DIES

Mr.Microchip Mr.Microchip

all of a suddenly do you wanna get rich?

Mr.Microchip Mr.Microchip

all of a suddenly do you give a sh*t

INLINE IN YOU MIND WHO'S THE BLAME WHEN THE COMPUTER LIES

Mr.Microtrip Mr.microtrip

all of a suddenly do you wanna get ripped

Mr.Microtrip Mr.Microtrip

all of a suddenly do you finally get it?

INLINE IN YOUR MIND WHOS THE BLAME WHEN THE COMPUTER

INLINE IN YOUR MIND WHOS THE BLAME WHEN THE COMPUTER

DIES.DIES.DIES.DIES.DIES.

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Dream Catcher
by
Travis Ray Cole
If she took all this time to follow me to stalk me
and stake me out ,study me without a doubt
read my words my every thought
break into my mind,hide out then get caught
shes a little bit more than a part of me
common factor is we're both into me
she knows more about me than I do myself
and I thought I needed help
who the hell is she I want to know
I'm really flattured but I don't know
I could take her out for burritto's
and hold her close nibble on her ear and kiss her eskimio
is she crazier than me should
I run hide or just say cheese
i could lose her if I wanted too
but I'm strangly attracted to
I could out run her
day or night
but somehow turning hunter
into hunted just seems right.

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Hi
by
Travis Ray Cole
THE CRYSTALS ON THE LITTLE RED HAIRS

REACHING OUT FROM THE LIGHT GREEN

SOILD MASS TURNING TO DUST

GREEN AND RED DUST

GOD MADE ART LIVING DIE LIVE AGAIN IN MIND

PERFECT

REACHING FOR THE LIGHT

AIR MOVING IN AND AROUND

ROOTS THAT KNOW NOT THE GROUND

WATER FILLED WITH AIR

WARM LIGHT FEELING HAPPINESS ONE MORE TIME

WE CAN SAVE THE WORLD

WE CAN SAVE OURSELVES

WE CAN SMELL THE FLOWERS

THE DARKNESS THE ROOTS KNOW

THE REACHING FOR NIGHT AND

WANTING TO GROW.

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Signal from nowhere
by
Travis Ray Cole


How clean her wrists looked.....uncut

viens shining through

bieng scutinized critized and trapped

under the microscope

all the time

how clean her thoughts were

with the truth only to lie to her

no time for like today

taking

lying because she cares

yeah

loving because lifes there

shining like cold blue steel

cold water wont stop the cruel

pain in flesh,fog dense thick haterd

a victim of yourself

reaching to yesterday for help

no heaven to save a soul

the ground is so cold

go not to hell

and you'ld rather not love me

than love yourself

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Smil@
by
Travis Ray Cole
When there're filming me I see your eyes

reaching out of the craters in the walls

never able to accept killing ryhyme I said

there is me,soul stolen from the mirror

reaching into the movement of lost memories

hiding from itself only to deny

a thousand words meaning

optic illuisions have left traces

in the lens of weakness

moving at the speed of lies

the floor filled with yester-moments

splice my hypnotising thoughts of

leftover reason and anger filled skies

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Searching no more
by
Travis Ray Cole
Rats run in the night

ghost move in my mind

rip the love out of my eyes

focus on thoughts of life this time

shadows disapear right here with me

pass within them and feel it still alive

accepting a soul wants to be free

the earth confines moving time

the path will be the darkest

trails will somehow divide

optic illusions decieving as it escapes

the feelings could'nt lie

something moving in the skies

from the core of earths rising

the moon stands in the way

stars universe complied

all the answers say to me that you are mine

try to dream life love in peace

pressure somewhere applied

out of the star massed land

from the earths mud and green

released some power spirit the sky don't need

into the life love and dream

bring you knot tied attached heart to me

only love you in a dream

dark hair flowing

your dark eyes are calling me

I have without you

nothing

have I seen you

yes I dream

every part of everything

I see how it fits together

I may be wrong

only you are right for me

love only wordslove poem

to you from me

a real reason

why did'nt I see your the one I waited for

and have been in this maze endlessly

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I'd die for you
by
Travis Ray Cole
Traces of anger floating by

I see trails that are'nt really there

is it love making me blind


You know,I'd die for you in a minute

I'd die for you in time

die for you if I could

although I can't say goodbye


Hurt fills my clouded mind closed

from somewhere farther deeper inside

my eyelids heavy its not hatred but anger

ripping it apart,I can't see why


feel it I mean this I hate to say I love you

but I know you already know

feel it I feel this again

for the last time


I'd die for you in a minute

it's suspended heartless suicide

I can't lose you already its gone

I can't even tell you why?

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Inspired
by
Travis Ray Cole
hammer on bend-ing

think of her

play a crying screech

feedback

reverb bleeds

open strings

the siren wails

my mind melts

the poet dreams

no more sound hole

finger censoring the G string

pick attack

I sleep with my S.G.

the speed

the action high

4 1 3 1 2 1 4

bend the b string a little more

the lick mixed with your name

double stop slide bend out of pain

the love burns into my brain

know I love you I'm insane

notes ripping out the very heart of it

tone treble higher than rain

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Thought About
by
Travis Ray Cole
The Lovely Goddess looks the definition of love

eyes all warm with the heat from her heart

and with movements none

she robs you of the very title

you thought

she steals it all away

not meaning to harm or noticing

like a portrairt,a painting,being a masterpiece

like tomorrow and a million more

of dreams and fantasy

your street

she does not belong

but in a million places at once

in every song

shes pierced with pain

that takes from me

shes all I'd ever want

theres nothing I could ever do that would be enough

to equal to come close to what she deserves

and you to try to sell her like you sell yourself

or attempt to sell me out

are wrong in every sense of the world

and everytime you think its fucked

she is the living art of myth reason prayers and reality

she all you could ever hope to be

time has washed your chance to compete

for you gave away you magic to the wasted answers

you thought

taking having blameing someone for others

is it you in the mind

is it you sculping nothing

because she is all a dream

she has the word all

time take us to hell

she has the only thing I lack

in the eyes of the shadow marked for memeory

from the ground that lust to be walked on

to the skies that wash around her

until my eyes see only the beauty

and I die a thousand dreams.

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Moved
by
Travis Ray Cole
The Dragon rips across the skies and cuts it into

world spins from inside

clouds die to create moons

The universe begins again and blends into one

earth machine spins around

suns melt into suns

anything in the way is taken

inside all you hear are drums

it's your heart laughing

in the taste of blood

root of optic delision

inner rock movements

history dies for what?

you wait in the triangle

where alantis never was

the world opens up slowly

death denys the lust

dragons wings are ripped and torn

fires burn as hell seizes up

the clouds are blood red

and your all in love

tomorrow lied to us.

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Wendy
by
Travis Ray Cole
Looking for roses at midnite

Violets in the snow

looking for roses at midnite

and violets in the snow


theres nothing but a memory

and angels in the snow

with ice formed on yesterday

kisses never show


looking for roses at midnite

violets in the snow

looking for roses at midnite

violets in the snow


I can't dream back yesterday

I still can't let go

for us there will never be tomorrow

and there ain't no violets in the snow

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The Finger
by
Travis Ray Cole
Legalization of thought

decriminalization of self

legalization not taught

in rules confined history induced minds

decriminalization for sale

if you live

where is free

chained.....thoughts will bleed

into your system

from shelf to shelf

decriminalize yourself

believe in what you read

only then could they sell you

legalized beliefs

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End of a dream
by
Travis Ray Cole
Would you come back to me
and we can begin to live
the dream never felt
your loves summers gift

would you come back to me
while the feelings live and strong
echoing thru and right into
the thought of any note

the end of lifes love dream
all conciousness turns to logic
in asking her to commit to a fantasy of hope
only destiny trades no value in memory once stole

stalemate I am free
and you need new lies told
promises divided heartfilled dependency
void the end
our love
our love
our love

forgiveness isnt easy
theres really going to be no one
tomorrow could have lead us to believe
with our love together we could have gotten free
within
and save a undying lust

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Sliding alternating thirds
by
Travis Ray Cole
At what degree are you going to leave me
when will I notice your already going to go
the seventh time hitting the ninth note
while the wah is gain more than speed
At what point did you remember
theres more of us to know
and a circle of notes echo in gone
eleven eleven eleven mutliplied by an emotionless tone
theres no yesteryday saved and where do we got to go?

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Three of these
by
Travis Ray Cole
In a glimpse of light,blinding
that dirty money against her clean skin
whispering to me
making me empty
lie until you forget
happiness from the hunger
gaining hope in losing thoughts
following moments
it seems only then
enough is not really enough
with a grip of metal
spending dawn in the sands
of an hour glass
when can I escape
a thousand candles in the dark night
melting my eyes
narrowing in
focus on nothingness
monitary happiness
feed into this
the dirty money only paper soiled with salavation
in the act of theft
stealing from her art
breaking the seal around the lining of a cloud
that could never exist
please remove the money from your breast
and if its warm and soft
unlike your kiss
if you run people like horses
if you dont care about anything
only want to win
and a handful of these relations
all inside a day
how could we ever be faithful again
never reminded of the guilt
sold on trained emptiness
everywhere there is answers
all wrong within.

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Ten Tomorrows
by
Travis Ray Cole
When thousand notes of chorus cry to the sky
inside the beautiful eyes of another tomorrow
how could my love die
I must live
there is only one reason
heart broken lies
poetry of apathy
the death of my heart
could feel no love
no feeling,only broken
how could we feel anything else tomorrow
I could love forever
love only
with we live
without the love we die
if She is the reason God made the heavens
I could only dream to her of her with me
as the film would stab my eyes with the passion I would kiss her smile
my heart could beat a rythym relaying a message of love
for only she has the love I need
and to see her would leave me blind
to the art of beauty
no other model could warm my soul
noone else has the key
theres no other I want to know
and would rather go blind
than feel another glance of love
If THERE IS NO LOVE IN A HEART
ONLY BROKEN AND TORN
WHILE THE HEART LEFT EMPTY
THE BREATH OF A GODDESS
STOLEN FROM EMPTY DREAMS
THE LIFE THE MOVEMENT DRAWING NEW BOUNDIES OF ART
WE HAVE PHOTOGRAPHS TO REMIND US OF WHO WE WERE
together the clouds could cry enough to forget
she could make the strings of a thousand guitars
cry in pain multiplied by joy
an act of love art of form
the art of bieng
as no heart has a minute hand
while no heart has an hour hand
the aces king and queen
stare into a clock without a heart
one night would tear the heart out anything
just as dreams and beliefs are wants not reliegions
ideals of love full of lust
one move by the queen
and chechmate is unavoidable
unable to register a thought
that does not include her
kindness would steal the thoughts
with one move
she could steal a dream in the highest degree of love
there is no tomorrow
today
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
to RUN from
THE GLANCE OF YESTERDAY
ONLY ENDS WITH THE DEATH OF TOMORROW
NO MEMORY
OR THE DARKEST OF NIGHT COULD STOP
THE COLORS DRIVEN INTO THE STEEL METAL TEARS
FROM A HEART YESTERDAY MEANT THAT ALL
MEMORY COULD RETURN TO A DREAM
ONLY TO STEAL IT
TOMORROW TO STEAL IT AGAIN TOMORROW
WHILE MY HEARTBEATS ONLY FOR ONE
A LOVE UNDYING
TO DANCE INSIDE MY MIND
THE MOVEMENTS OF ART
COULD WE SEE A THROWN A GLANCE
ANOTHER WAY IF THE LOVE COULD RETURN TOMORROW
WOULD LOVE elapse into the morning
still burning the past out of our memories
lasting forever in the dying sun
FOR ALL FILM SHOULD HOLD BEAUTY
OR BE KNOWN AS WASTE
IT IS SENSELESS
THAT WITHOUT PHOTOGRAPHY
THE MOVING ART
IN MY HEART HELD FOR LOVE
ONLY tomorrow marked with hands of time
FORM OF ANGELIC GODDESS
EACH MOVEMENT PERFECTION
IS IT TRUE THAT A HEART WILL DIE
ANOTHER REASON WOULD NOT BE THE SAME
SUN IN THE SKY WITH EACH FLASH OF EXISTANCE
WHY today
GINA THE ONLY PICTURE OF LOVE IN MY EYE
MORE THAN MERE MONEY
WITHOUT LOVE
like water evaporing in the heat
A SPELL I WILL NOT BREAK
NEVER WOULD I EXCHANGE
THE DREAM
NO OTHER PERSON
THERE IS NOONE ELSE WHO COULD HAVE THE BEAUTY
THERE WOULD NOT BE ANY ART IN THE EYES OF THE LOVE
IF I COULD NOT SEE today
A lie to my heart
not to itself and truths divide us
without CHANGEING FEELING
TO LAST FOREVER IN A SEASON
LUST HAZED INTO BLUE SKIES
no goodbye could piece back together
a memory a broken reflection
of stopped time
when she looked into my eyes
could my life now have reason without the warmth
will the heavens open and release an angel
love of lies leave me in hell
painlessly bieng in love if there could be love
continue life
contain the seed
only tears of love
ripped from the heart
could water the roses given
the hottest summer night
in sping valentines day thoughts
with eyes of love
at a glance
the answer
steal time and memory
erase the past loves replaced with the truth
Tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
TO LOVE THE REASON THAT I LIVE
WITHOUT TOMORROW without me
THERE SHOULD BE ART
THE FEELINGS OF happiness
OF GIFT OF THE LIFE
fORever I WOULD die WITHOUT THE HOPE
of holding onto TOMORROW
like love we pass through orange skies
and seasons of love
tomorrow is for you alone
If Death Wants Me
it must be
give me only One Tomorrow With The Love
heaven Sent
Only The Love That I see
feel Only The Emotion
my heart Knows yesterday
HER MOVEMENT FILLS THE HOLLOW EMPTYNESS OF A
LOST SPIRIT
TEARING THE HEART OUT A THOUSAND TIMES OVER
GODDESS OF SOUND
LOOKS THE RIGHT LOOK
KISSES WHISPERED BY SECRECY OF HEART
TO STEAL THE STABBING CORE
THAT DEATH OF LOVE WOULD NOT DIVIDE
OR REMOVE THE MEMORY
I WORSHORP THE MOVEMENT
THE LIFE OF THE LOVE
ECHOES INSTANTLY RECALLING
A HEART THAT HAS NOWHERE TO HIDE
I LIVE TO DIE IN HEAVEN DIVIDED
WITH SKIES OF BLUE AND HEARTS BLEEDING
I LIVE TO DIE ALONE IN DEATH
IF THE HEAVENS WONT OPEN UP
WHEN SHE TURNS AND SPINS I RUN WITH HER AGAIN
IN LOVE I WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO DENY GINA
WHOS LOVE COULD STEAL MY SOUL
MY HEART RECONIZES THE ONLY ANGEL
TO CAST HELLS SPELL OUT MY LIFE
TO MAKE LOVE
LOVE ONLY tomorrow
AND HER ALONE
AS TOMORROW I REACH IN LOVE
IS IT NOT tomorrow WHO I LOVE AND DREAM TO
A SPIRIT THAT ONLY MY HEART RECONIZES
ONLY THE FLIGHT OF ANGEL
IF THERE IS GOODBYE
GOODBYE WOULD LEAVE ME WITH THE LOVE
LOVE MEANING ONLY tomorrow OR HEARTS FILLED WITH PAIN
I WILL NOT DIE UNTIL TEN TOMORROWS PASS
TOMORROWS GIVEN TO HER
IN DREAMS I VISUALIZE A REFLEXION OF ART
OF GODDESS AND LOVE
OF THE LIFE
WOULD empty dreams EVER BE MINE
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
if I was a theft
I would take the time
I would steal your heart for me,only me
greed for the love
If it there is a reason,it is you
with my heart to remember only you
feeling apathy for another love
only memory
of my heart
could this love of mine reach any other?
the way it dances
movements
the thoughts
with each turn
she lets me win until the end,
and breaks my heart
there is noone the same
noone for me
Only yesterday
there is only one song of heaven
from tears to rain
the tears
feel like the breath of an angel,
let my heart see the beauty
steal the pain
in song I beg to hear the voice call my name
a flower, an angel,
a heart broken
would you ever consider real love
Yesterday etched in blood
there is no art as that of love
there is no love which has not a glance
a glance of a feeling
released into tomorrow
I would never trade a smile
that holds the answer
her spirit is as free as life
I would die in thousand wars
swim in a sea of hell
if only tomorrow would wait for me
I live to love the only love for me
believe me
left with the very love that poisioned me
was it a dream ?
all I look for
the music it is a song
it is only love
love,
of memory break my mind without it
my heart
for its only love
as it is pain
in the sky a cloud
in the sand a footprint washed away
without it the splinter of glass stabbing me
as you sing to me with a glance of love
you leave
never without a loss bleeding into open seas of clouds
dying empty in your arms

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Blood Dust
by
Travis Ray Cole
Blood filled dreams
Ice in my veins
pour in the street
like acid in the rain
run like water
the taste don't go away
the sacrafices we make to each other
mean nothing...with each drop we save
It don't hurt until we see it
wash the pain away...
stain glass mirror
reflects blood tears on each page
blood in dreams stab my eyes
blood filled dreams
drain the life from me
watch it slowly die
somehow sentenced to living
with the hollow existance of the blood thirst beast
the dying seeds of death is what the reaper eats
pain devours life
whats on your mind
blood on your hands
shed in your street
razor tounge slit throat narritivly speaks
run in my eyes blinded with greed
sell your blood to drink
because to you death is sweet
like water it runs
the deal you make with ripped out hearts
in another life we'll rest
but in death we'll sleep
as we see with tombstone eyes
turned away in vain another drink
deny the empty shadows of your dreams
death divides us with fear
quick to die slow to think
worship decay teach deciet
washed away into midnight
dripping from your memories
it hurts to bleed

where am I bleeding from
where am I bleeding from
again stabbed with a forked tounge
all the hearts gone from me
die of love it hurts to bleed
I can't feel it beating
pumping fast
minds gone numb
where am I bleeding from?
where am I bleeding from?
theres no more life in me
I can no longer love
am I dying in this apathy
turn to dust
all the pains gone away
I dont want to leave the warmth of this dream
all my lifes moving inside my eyes
I don't want to return to the cold world
I don't want to leave the warmth of the dream

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Locked In
by
Travis Ray Cole
The burning church
the pay phone in desoulation town
that has'nt worked since the flag came down
in the dark the camara's
still record the freedom
by those who hoard,gather,and hide
the roads of history
a map of lies
with stolen minds
a fool to you
to have meaning is easy
to remember is scarred
opionated friends and endings
all weaved into
and through
around and everyone comes back down
with no good news
no answers from within
no reconition
a sorrow that stabs back
letting you know
your locked in

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Speed of Light
by
Travis Ray Cole
Like a serpent wrapped around a cross
lost in the crossroads
where the unbalanced dice are tossed
in lives I can't cover the cost

It's going to turn
It's going to turn on me
it may take away tomorrow
and leave you indifferent and free
at the speed of light a change of mind
the light at the end of the tunnel
will lead you nowhere
except over the line
It's going to turn
It's going to turn on me

wait your turn to change your destiny
and in a second destroy the memories
break loose from the grips of the hands of time
that could never hold onto anything so freeIt's going to turn
It's going to turn on me
it may take away tomorrow
and leave you indifferent and free
at the speed of light a change of mind
the light at the end of the tunnel
will lead you nowhere
except over the line
It's going to turn
It's going to turn on me

It's going to hurt inside
way down somewhere deep
strip you of your pride free you of your beliefs
painfully change your life
It's going to turn on me

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Prisoner
by
Travis Ray Cole
Pull the axe out of my mind
free visions unleashed
release your own psyche
unchain whisperd memories

forget what we leave behind
future definations decieve
destination the same dream
restraints cut to deep

prisoner of life,shackled feet
its to short to live in chains
all locked with heart and mind
love wont let go of me
a million answers to one question
saying nows the time to break free

freedom locked to the past
a prisioner inside a dream
escape yesterdays lies
interpret the minds questioning

freedom never really existed
just a lie to me
run away from myself
while you stand inside a dream

to death is a common tie
a lie on the breath of heart break disease
so tell yourself you love me before you lie to me
theres no such thing as real love
and without them nothing could be free

prisoner of life,shackled feet
its to short to live in chains
all locked with heart and mind
love wont let go of me
a million answers to one question
saying nows the time to break free

forget what we leave behind
memories on sandy beaches that were never there
look for your name in the credits
pretend that love is fair
locked to yesterday
let the lies be
prisoner of life,shackled feet
its to short to live in chains
all locked with heart and mind
love wont let go of me
a million answers to one question
saying nows the time to break free

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Day 4258=In the daylight
by
Travis Ray Cole
By now only jesus has seen the beatles
and only some leads will set us free
if there is no solo
no one will be alone in that degree
If you don't find your way home
there wont be no home left to leave
picking up cards off the ground
rip it apart and let it bleed
its all faded and clouded
go on and open so I can see
blues is hard to bleed
theres no feeelings
that leads me away from here
dodging holes in the floor of your treasure hunt
looking thru a window of truth
expecting to divide the river of winnings
equaling none
into something that was never there
while the night breathed the sound of motion
a pattern of lights jumped off the concrete maze
as a reminder of the world up there

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Popular
by
Travis Ray Cole
Recreating whats already been created
if you paid your dues before thier due
another class of decieption
leaving reality to borrow from you!

cutting deep into the winds throat
spitting it right back at you
stabbing hearts this side of tomorrow
left alone enought to look like a fool

leave the life you call the circus
give me more than just proof
emoutionless greed laced hunger
with leaders to rich to tell the truth

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Transparent Reflections
by
Travis Ray Cole
Bieng the object of a side show goodbye
drawing near a close to a short time
that could only mean
there was something there in the first place

with as many yesterdays as history bothers to calculate
could only bring the ending nearer as the free
give a rebirth to the dreams to waste

armed with lines premeditated
that would say whatever you want them to mean
while you still have nothing without your effort
a soul that lies unspoken
saying nothing
in an attempt to flush out death
into apethiec reasoning
killing it with a power moving the darkness
into a direction other than where
it burnt thru in the development phase

as with microscophic eyes
looking into the lens deplicting the weakness
unmeasured by optic rays uncensored in
pschodellic resinated haze
encompassing the retina
freezing her look into memory

believing that a glance would last forever
and hide until morning the apoligetic reasoning
that disappears with the dawn

how could one look for tomorrow
when theres music inside each day
when theres no answer from anything nothing
unsaid endings acculmulate
when theres life in a world unknown
to the animal inside

would they breed fear into our society
with pain of guilt
a fear to feed upon
feed into
out of concern knowadge would be replaced
and run thru thier blood
like spiders to crawl
upon you in a web of lies,a nest
where I place my head to take my sleep
and without this there is no point no laughter
in how the maker or your answer
when its raining
should begin to record memory in fantasy
a moment choosen
worth more than blank space
when the new is washed into a pool of blended effects

when the wind takes
the place of water
mistaken for rodents
chewing thru yesterdays musuem of sounds
you try to replace
and a wave of loudness
overwelms and evaporates
into an atmosphere clouded by warmth
and echos back across the morning
taking more than it could ever replace

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Polution
by
Travis Ray Cole
They try to live in your dumping grounds
breathe the posion air
prey to a hole in the ozone layer thats three times the size of the states
and drink the waste water thats not H2O

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The Angry Customer
by
Travis Ray Cole
AS THE VOMIT DRIES
PEOPLE ARE CRING
AND REMEMBERING THE LIES.

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Painting the Crossroads
by
Travis Ray Cole
Right on the line
while distracting colors of thought
travel your mind
thru the intersection of take
into the vanishing point
etched across midnight
stars that used to shine
born to this universe
world of lies
I come to this intersection everyday for months
looking for you
how many times a day
Ive come to this intersection
to find you with him
now digging in the garden
memories buried only a friend.

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At the Point
by
Travis Ray Cole
Where your look ,your touch
the warmth
is turned away rejected in anger
nothing matters
closed mind to scheduled lies
and years of cheating alibies
a shame to treasure memories
when like a snake she would strike
and turn on you
someone somewhere has been hurt by this
waste of a hallmark
a very late goodbye
a hope for emptyness

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Dying Inside
by
Travis Ray Cole
There's a street with a guitar lead
a thousand miles of home
a gunshot in the distance
a leader turned poet

and your look,touch of warmth
it's turned away, protected by anger
in the middle of thier lies
we would only have each other

wipe the death out of your eyes
baby snakes refuse to die
out of mother hell the pains syncronized
turn to stone then you die

I miss the morning light
giving away all the answers
its at the point where
no one cares if nothing really matters

a closed mind to scheduled lies
losing focus in passing time
an emptyness named goodbye
giving away more than glances

wipe the worms from your eyes
baby snakes refuse to die
out of mother hell the pains syncronized
turn to stone then you die
turn away begin to die

like a snake she would strike
evil eyes its only life
take away every tomorrow
out of cruelty the passion dies
stab seventy thorns in my side
because bleeding means nothing
dying does'nt matter

you don't have to lie awake
stealing thoughts unkown
close your eyes when it hits
the end of a soul let go

rip the snakes out of your eyes
and they refuse to die
out of mother hell the pains syncronized
turn to death begin to die

in a dreams way out of night into day
dont look this way hell will never change
theres no good way may love rest in peace
come to me in my sleep

lies dance thru sentances
meaning love is'nt why
while there is no answer on your finger
the trigger is hard
your lips so dry

snakes slither thruogh trees
as rats run around me
spiders drop from the ceilings
and hell burns down in seas

tear the snales out of your eyes
a hundred times over
they still die
out of mother hell the pains syncronized
inside death we say goodbye

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With You Gone
by
Travis Ray Cole
Who's going to rape the population
and bleed sorrow
a leaders empty remorse
a laughter filled with lies
out of order definations
now replace the dull grey skies
and sentence a generation to corruption
you don't have to run from denial
It's not only through windows
that the street describes
the the blood like taste of life

you can hear it if you listen
the exhaust still breathes
even after the engines die
like a dozen other winners
the girls in the wrong place
re enter treasuring misery
submitting newfound advice
as you steal enough mirroring
and preach your good time
then finally turn on yourself
to subscribe to a pack of lies

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We'll hunt forever
by
Travis Ray Cole
Only after I've killed the anger
let it rain danger
the every yesterdays tomorrow
away into somewhere
there's a light at the end of the darkness
and hatred leads the way
as the anger is released
the weapon unfolds into the easy hand
of a stranger
an old enemy turned friend
betrays me one more time again
but to lose you must have something
and forever is backdated
by the howling of the wind.

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In between us there is daylight
by
Travis Ray Cole
The ugliness that seperated the lines of beauty
the soul could'nt save
the nails that hold onto tomorrow
if ever there was a breath that I would want to keep
a memory saved
in place of yesterdays divided loves
the hatred traded for soluitudes
a reason to be left alone
could thoughts reinvent questions
could I lay in a bed of roses
with you and not feel anything but your soft touch?
in between us there is daylight
what eclipse in the darkest midnight
could deny the smile you cause
an echoed song in the wilderness
where anything as wild as this could run
would the streams turn into rivers
and into seas as the pressure builds
inside one look could cause
an avalanche of warmth mixed with lust
wrapped around a summers night
a world turned into dust
falling stars now mean nothing
as reality lies untouched.

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Evaluations
by
Travis Ray Cole
Theres bones left in the alley
where the cats can't reach the mice
the fresh milks all turned sour
waiting for a clue or reason to vote
from the peepshow spie holes in the shower
inhaling cat piss with a fan
theres crows in the yard
picking at defeat
mixing medias secret cameras
trying to keep it inside
projecting vomit with your very own sattlelites
collecting reciepts not knowing what they're for
not being a veteran
no part of him died in any war
and I thought I was a man of peace
where did you get your ideals
the undergrounds out of reach
she was blonde like honey
couldnt fly or sing
politicized roads to nowhere
hate crimes for wishes
like lottery numbers in the chinese government
a rash rotting through seeds
returning glances back to yesterday
an empty lens lost postcard
now a new cancer blesses you for free
shes all mine a cartoon asset
coughing up a lung on her sleeve
the answer is bingo analyized
and a valentine is something you keep

they called wanting money
but there was only disposable humour content
not worth a spell
but mr. bojangles is dead
and work song woody retrieved
so its solved in some minds
its halloween so toilet paper the seat
the once removed scrub criticized
repeat flushing signs
I still cant afford to feed the telemarketing disease
I see the phone ringing
on the plate of I know you don't want to know me
but money is only greed.

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Praise pregnant with compromise
by
Travis Ray Cole
Two on a power trip inside one mind
alias after alias intertwined among dictatorship
praying to credit claimed
recieving awards dressed like Jesus Christ
under a veil of smiles
irrevent only because you don't get it
phases flowered
like another revelation of anger inspired
destructive dance with a verse of bullets in your head
PhD in critque
from the school of ignorance
to me the defination of scroll
interprepts
bieng flogged at the shanty farm booksale
with I cant write
so its alright
that I can not spell a complete sentance correctly

The classical chemistry of the twisted
militant edition of genius
her dedication to the bard of her choice
unearths hidden pedestals
aborting obscure alterations
and germinate only to edit popuarity
recieving reversed passion like
a nuculear fallout of infectious criticism
bleeding out adjectives of hate
in exchange for psychology
failing Literary Spirilla Bacteria 101
monitoring the self induced non-poetic
media’s of paint by numbers archives
responding like a collector of prisoner semen
clearly a hero of opionated
pigments of hate energy
random words reproduced in a binary fussion
under microscopic examination
squeezing maggots out of the skins
of half sentances empting malignant wounded
paragraphs onto projected vomit washed sand stone
recycling misspelled fungi floating
on the surface of every attempt at art
pissing a fresh coat
of a full color spectrum of blind anger
onto a lovely corpse in the attention river pronounced "Java Flush"
washed down with an overdose of lies,like big tobacco
admiring the namedropping hearsay
Winston Churchill was bipolar too.

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Return
by
Travis Ray Cole
Her heart beats like a drum solo
containing as many rythym patterns
as the number of vows
we shatter with time
looked into each others eyes
meaning nothing noone else matters
hearts stop
she is still every thought
every lie sold
dying memory
drenched in the sweat
of empty dreams
receptively alining themselves
with noone elses nonexistant soul
motion stealing vision
in a morbid sense
I decide on nothing
eclipsing life
reflecting the heat of the sun
like a heatless summer
drawing lines against the grain
of every crossroad we pass
alone in thought like cannons aimed at pain
leaving gravity to feel
high speed strobe flashing
eyes move with lies like traffic
a glance at the rain
Her tears rust the guitar strings
the moon hides away the crosshairs
the sun is set
there must be something left inside
her smile gone from her lovely face
somewhere it is written she is mine

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YOU and ME
by
Travis Ray Cole
I watch violins bleed
I chew threw the rings you show me
fine jewlery jealosy
I drink your dirty bath water
stare at the arched curve of your feet
I hear the drums and steal from your wasted dream
I steal from your wasted dream
I see there is tomorrow in the darkness
and death is so far away from me

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Strange Lies
by
Travis Ray Cole
Forked broken loaded ribs
as I try to make it up
to lust colored eyes

I promise her deep into her eyes
the truth is
her and I
on the page where she agrees to the apple that
poisoned
witch
the hunt is over
move the mood
as the full moon lights the tiled voting booth
empty ballroom
we prayed to
I compromise
against hot porn
And I will buy you anything
in asile eleven
within the means of cardboard furniture
to renew our vows
and bet on the new wars
you are still my soul mate for now
and for the curse to be removed you must die
dance to the sound of the wind
leave me with nothing
I steal wings from the angel of hell

call someone else for the under tow measurement
call yourself for the help

wild horses all have mange
uncombed

but the price of animal
fence accounts
stained on your boots
my thought was routine
guru and I are atheletes
and if he didnt have all those crack sores on his face
you could see that
as domestic as car payments murder aniverserys

she left him and works all night at the gas station
while her ten year old helps out until she gets tired
and sleeps in the warm car until six

They are checking my sides for thorns scars and pain
frisking me for guns and love

for you I jammed in the garden
drank the water
tasted the red hairs
refused to wear your ring
in trust
looking thru radon dectors
filming thru the microscope lens
thrust thrown away
back into the well
for you my only
none
outlet camaras
cardboard furniture
on sale
telling me the
paper
you call money
I worked all day for is nothing
looking inside
I look past all the rotting hell
the only thing that came from heaven is
the only love lost in the garden was

and a grandfather clock made in indonesia
marks the empty moments of your life
lies lust listen
theres clevage
clevage that goes so far that it isnt even on a map
skirt split so far that I hope I never close my eyes again
I will not miss the movement
she was a winner
tomorrow she will win again
I will never get a super model in the coach house unless
I forget about the art in the crack house
even if the crack whores are having a two for one sale

I will never get a super model in the coach house
unless I get a gibson guitar
and like the unchallenged brand name
her sex was untouched
you know it was like a cadillac commercial
and I will save the next dance for your sister
and treat her like her retail value was that of a playstation2

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Against the Grain
by
Travis Ray Cole
Ocean wind tunnels
across veins and memories
melting celtic imaginations
cubism mind kite weapons
generic dream panic
rotting cypress nurses
and joker wizards
dance with choke holds
rumoured incognito speech glitches

Design addicted savage fugitives
respected humming machine chill
raining tribal beauties
bleeding burning reapers
dead roses
scar dragon skulls

Classic demise of tributed love
never feeling lies fade away
snakes wrapped around crosses
through time laughing at money and pain
barb wire chains on heeled whores
out of the grave

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Words without a page to bleed on
by
Travis Ray Cole
The fog glazed the snow colored moon
as cold as your reflection
as sharp as the broken pieces of mirror
in empty memory laughing at the future
your lips over glossed like wet kisses
speak my name with yours
casting spells whispering lies
love finds you
as your fine black hair lays across mine
as I taste your dream and breathe your words
You abandon me

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Where are the Gods?
by
Travis Ray Cole
Battle ship games and radar lies
search and seizure
drunken stupor mothers milk is legalized
Prison penpals and mail order brides
draining support groups tied to rule books
of meaningless words that don't apply
everybodys free to choose and someone will decide
all my love and words
about freedom bieng a lie
all my hope,dreams and feelings
baptised inside sarcasism
out of blood
sold for a glance out the window
bought and tossed aside
refugees dance across the empty ending
owning nothing but garbage
stabbing heels through dirty eyes
never going no where
minute hand openly hides
its not the acid thats bad
media medicine mixtures
of coverage reported
singing one side of the story
its not a ten step plan crying
eleven home abortions drying
you voted for them to decide
thirteen times
sewage paste ice
bath tub speed and the wrong diganoisis
every other time
do you thirst
ugly porno surprise
naked tobacco taste
spit into the sky
buy into the true alibi
make love to the war machine
and feel so alive
you are the answer
burning violins with ten thousand goodbyes
reading letters from political heroes
around the fire
eating nothing
stealing identities betting on confusion
until all of it was over in your mind
still he remembers running with the tapper
and hiding under the spotted flags
hurting forever when the lyrics meant nothing
and the leads burnt in
like shock treatmeant
red was warm
electric was sinful
low on blood but still alive
nothings melting

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A Ballerina to believe in
by
Travis Ray Cole
She walks on toes across my path
the clouds drop heaven into the gardens
she could dance,cry,or kill on que

my nakedness hidden with the armour
that surronds my machette my machine guns
the morning of eleven sundowns
and eyes that watch my movement
run off into the empty air

stale and stolen
her lips lust frozen
with kisses from another God
the branches empty of life
alone in the cold dead winter

I look back into her eyes
only because I lost something there
and never bothered to question what
while breaking the puppet strings
I see your bet one vision
and raise it two dreams

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War Crimes
by
Travis Ray Cole
With only the skies to hide under
all the Lords gather in rain and thunder
like blood thoughts dry inside the drum
all the gods will return to the grave
and you will be the only one

fate and destiny will change
my only chance to fade away
the only path I'll follow you down
tombstones replace all my friends now

the only song we don't play
you'll bleed for me someday
out of your mind debts paid
kiss the wasted blood away

in prayer you summon the unwanted
toss aside the valued for nothing
look thru the art to keep yesterday from haunting
designed thoughts to believe in something

in hell you lust for disease
recycle religions
hypnotize and seduce me
money and idols breed sadness
I'm sorry,there is no free

in the confusion
I walk away
leave everything
it means nothing
theres no reason to be afraid

all the Lords lead you to false answers
lies line the walls of the greatest castles
the Gods we've choosen don't see us
and they themselves are worth more dead
it's time to walk away


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Giving back all my Crosses
by
Travis Ray Cole
She could have
stood on the quarterdeck
and told me anything
diamond rings
and I would still feel the same

I would not remember the past
if you were tomorrow
with yesterday in my sites
you talk her out of nothing anyway

To brush your long hair back
and whisper underground in your
ears
eye
ears
eye
I don't care what time it is
here is the unwanted crown
what more could you want
follow me around
I don't want her,now......


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Fetus Cancer
by
Travis Ray Cole
Fetus breathing carbon monoxide
fetus living inside trying
suffering inside your pack of
lies
feed us cancer fetus cancer
breathing poisons bleeding
heartless kind


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Frozen Rivers of Thought
by
Travis Ray Cole
May we never taste the freedom
never get away
look into each others eyes
hold the answers
thrown away

May we never feel the wind blow
and whistle thru these chains
run in open fields
watch our shackles rust in the rain

Scar our memories
with barb wire to keep us in...sane
dream the same nightmares
in the color of pain

Believe the lies they sold us
and never think again
and eat the media medicine
even though we know
its the wrong prescription

May we never love each other
or have the sense to be afraid
of living a life alone
and freeze our hearts
throwing dice like wedding rings


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Yes Dear
by
Travis Ray Cole
Sick personals
and mental massages
washing down
brown nose shavings
caressing compressed
images of humiliation
a salute to elapsed pride
and hidden manipulation
an open monatary trade
where feelings
are equal to nothing


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Love Cancer
by
Travis Ray Cole
Locked in the prison
you've created for my mind
as you steal my last breath
with your razorblade kisses
mind game goodbyes
designed and blueprinted
poison for the heart
stained with breakdowns
guarded by shadows
forced rejection
warned by lost recieption
static loop alarm
your to good for words
stop the camera


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Kiss
by
Travis Ray Cole
Slithers across me
wrapped in stained silk
sliding nylon over the roughness
shiney glossed glistining pink lips
tasting deep kisses
drinking melting memories
love
swallow the truth and spits out the lies
told in heat
lust colored eyes
sexier slightly open


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Cockroaches in the oatmeal
by
Travis Ray Cole
The Lords
biting heads off bats
littering the international waters
endangering the free oil slicks
bullet in your head
turn in your drugs and your badge
to die for
oil fields in the ocean
ignorant midgets in charge of
propaganda delivery
cameras in every cell
slaves without hope steal to eat
damaged precision tuned instruments
busting guitars like it was sex
trying to cut the chains


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Hide behind my Guitar
by
Travis Ray Cole
I hide behind my guitar
from the words you say
I can't see you
thru the music I play
like a shield a wall
the notes pronounce words
that are never said
flowing into my head
theres nothing on the other side
and this world is mine

solid wood guitars with machined brass
scratched with pain
hollowed out holes in place of a heart
wired with a soul
warm amps and overdriven tubes
a weapon that could erase your existance
an addiction creating dependancy to freedom!


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Nice Day for Suicide
by
Travis Ray Cole
The aborted flower opens up
dead
a breech of promise
loaded modified egg contract
dead flowers and nice things to say
drying
crumble into dust
dirt extract
cloned plastic pretend obituaries
breeding coathanger parasites ripened
embryo exchange
protest analogies


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Cemetery Road
by
Travis Ray Cole
There is no body I want to know

Don't look at me with those eyes
don't waste your love on someone
you'll never know

I won't be here very much longer
theres someplace we all have got to go
and there is nothing left at the end of the road
don't look for me
don't look for me down at the end of cemetery road
theres nothing for me there anymore
and you don't know me
like before

everyone changes
my minds the first to roll
we keep on movin'
we keep going
roll over your soul

there never was any real love
no fantasy girl to chain me
with hearts and roses lost in lead solos

there never was a ghost in a piano
that could
look like her
and I don't know if it was sex or music
any any more
and what kind of guitar she would be
stuck in my soul
lost in my mind
like tears and dead roses
down cemetry road
there is everybody I ever cared for
the jam is over
the blues are a derivitive of hurt
the turn around is painful
only speed rips out its throat
with nothing in the memory
spells out the honest truth
leaves out the part where we lose
as hard as a tombstone
theres nothing meaning nothing
theres nowhere else to go
all the frets are taken
all twenty four
and bending what is left
somehow we return
only to live for gold
well there wont be any
out there I hope you know
theres no more reason
answers or feelings
lies to believe in
and no one left to hold
so don't come looking for me tomorrow
down cemetery road
no don't look for me tomorrow
down cemetery road.


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Overdose
by
Travis Ray Cole
Barb wire puppet strings
hammer on
bending neck strangulation
changing keys like locked dreams
slide across love notes
making your heart bleed warm
turn around feed back screams
speed means everything
can't you feel it crying
clean
so raw
dying


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Free Confessions
by
Travis Ray Cole
Standing in line
for the clown whore
sanding rust off the
crown she wore
anywhere you are
any media for background noise
tobbacco stench and used up toy
flames painted on her thieghs
wrapped around sticky lovesick lies
anywhere you want to be
laying under chains
heartless pain
bunny ears fade away
a bad taste turned to day


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Shadows
by
Travis Ray Cole
Empty shadows cast superstition
spells as hollow as your words
chills walk from death
hell is waiting crosses standing
visions are free when you open your nightmare
while weakest,sickest thats when I see the most
it is your love that choose you to lie to me
the wind howls as dogs cry
I always see hate thru window payne eyes
walk miles inside of nowhere
kissing another chained ghost goodbye
and hold the cold hand of nothing
sleep with death to hide from the enemy

life


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New Mic Girl"{Talking Microchip
by
Travis Ray Cole
And I want my turn
reconstructed old dancer
microchip in her head
with math,numbers and everything

And she feels like a mother to me
whore mommy
or a devil horned guitar
painted flames on her thieghs
like a gun to my head
bullet to my brain

Like the knight in shining armor
I am here to save her from all this
but shes not worth it and I leave her there
but I want my turn


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Coffee Ground Rodents"(bags of dirt
by
Travis Ray Cole
Burnt lawsuits into history
scalding
the cup is broken
glazed taxed fired
depression
only half broken
styrofoam cancer sweetness
caffeine filters exhale
a medicated love
unmedicated love
priceless drainage
the bitter taste
spilling all over your worry
belching for minutes
java junkie
sanctioned by the lack of war
cheap stained teeth
stained awake
boiled white out mind
orange tea lies
cut
sugar cube rotting
sleep is nowhere in sight


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Betrayed
by
Travis Ray Cole
Turn your back on me
like you don't know me
cold steel razor blade eyes
laugh at me
the day I die
kick me when I'm down
stabbed in the back
I carry the weight
spit out your song
you leave me for dead
in the crowd alone
its lies we live


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In your room
by
Travis Ray Cole
Your the one that invites me
not a second to soon
these pictures on the wall
explain
you to me,defining you
four walls that could never hold
a girl like you
You lie and try to hide me
in your room
in your room
like a ghost you'll always find me
somewhere inside of you
as shadows erase the daylight
and hide from the moon
when thoughts are illusionary
death music tries to sooth
theres one place
you'll always take me
in your room


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Useless Emotion
by
Travis Ray Cole
Shot in the face
your eyes
stabbed in the heart
take my place
in open arms
because I don't love you
anymore
take back all my words
and promises fool
that don't mean nothing
and never did to you
when your dead nothing will matter
money is love
lies
and I can't live like this no more
a down payment on the blues
I'm living for you
a clean heart
like alley waste
cut into have a taste
somethings you can never own
some people can never have homes
watch me bleed,in chains
can't get away
heroes live the blues
hope I pay my dues
before I die or fade away


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Hell's Six Strings
by
Travis Ray Cole
Her body fire
the heart of a thousand ghosts
a voice of her own
crying
the secrets
alive
steel lined soul
beneath metal chains
teeth that chew through wasted diamond inlays
onyx crosses wrapped and woven with your hair and mine
soaked in my lost blood
scratched with the truth of life
my pain resinated inside
wire minds echo splitting notes
multiplying octaves
asorbing energies
reversing polarity
pounching,stomping freely on the dreams
that lustfully stand in the way.


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Heart Bank
by
Travis Ray Cole
At the drive-up window of the bank
when the cashier inside said his name to sweetly
nooo.. She did'nt like that
and repeated it
ridiculing of the entire banking system
with one call of his name
he thought of mattresses and love parody


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Cool Air
by
Travis Ray Cole
The lazy summer twists away into nothing
dwindles into dust
leaving cold feelings on my shoulders
like the wind blowing more than a breeze
across the high grass field of dreamless escape
from nothing but the freedom of self


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Sex and Tobacco
by
Travis Ray Cole
Oil spills,contaminated water
lab sample analiysis,damaged animals
additionally dumped waste products
in the hot morning sand


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Road Dreams
by
Travis Ray Cole
Drain drift dream
nowhere nothing
re-enter startled
realizing where
suddenly blurring
lights stream heart jumping
wide awake relieved
wondering
within the wall of lines
haze of night
sleep and drive
kiss the median
eyes open
do it again
road moving
signs reaching
living engine
drain drift dream
nowhere nothing
re-enter startled
relizing where
reaching for the wind
to keep life from ending
awaken


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She's Complicated
by
Travis Ray Cole
She's complicated
leaves me a simple mind
she's complicated
leaves me a simple mind
she lead me to believe
there's something to believe in this time
I can't complain
it's what I must deserve
I won't explain
if this is all its worth
shes complicated
leaves me a simple mind
shes complicated
leaves me a simple mind


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Church Words
by
Travis Ray Cole
Churchwords
breeding without reason
well ,ain't we magicians?
your reading Aleister Crowley
talking bout shakespere county
CHURCHWORDS
maybe we should burn something
like THE CALLING in the oven
they're taking on thier own life
out of print feedback you call it infemy
"CHURCHWORDS"
VOODOO HEART ARGRESSIONLESS
SUPERSTITIOUS PROSTITUTE THIS
PROTECTECTION CONSULE RESIST
THIS IS HOW YOUR GOING TO CURE ME
NO GOLD NO GOAL LOVE SPELL
GO TO HELL
"CHURCHWORDS"
SATAN DEVIL SATANISM GOD CHRIST
PRIEST FUNDS SECURITY
THE DEVIL RAPED MY MOM
THE DEVIL DOG THE UPSIDE DOWN GOD
ALL I KNOW IS CHURCH WORDS
UNINSPIRING WITCH CODES BURNT
INSANE RELIGION TOXIC LIP AUTHROTIES
CHURCHWORDS
CONFORM TO YOUR IDEALS IN MY SLEEP
LIVE CATCH 22 COUNTING SHEEP
WHAT THE F*&# YOU DON'T LIKE MARY
THE SNAKE MOTHER CLOSE YOUR EYES
MAKING THE CELL BIGGER USE DRAIN DIE
ONE MORE TIME
CHURCHWORDS
BURN SOMETHING say what you feel
feel what is real live to die get a life


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The High Priest of Lake Shore Drive
by
Travis Ray Cole
Look at me I'm still alive
I'm the high priest of Lake Shore Drive
conseded but its not a lie
I'm the high priest of Lake Shore Drive
its a hundred miles to your mind
if you don't want me,well alright,ok
but that love can't go away
I don't need it,to think your name
its all thats there love insane
So what if it snows outside
I love you without trying
never think about dying
somehow you will be mine
look at me I'm still alive
I'm the high-priest of Lake Shore Drive
and all I want is you this time
I'm the high-priest of Lake Shore Drive
your the only reason of mine
got to try and explain
you make my mind 25or6to4
and it makes since to me like before
wheres your heart right now
wheres mine
wheres the start of this maze
the end is the begining
say no to pain
Look at me I'm still alive
I'm the high priest of Lake Shore Drive
your my religion
and get me high
I'm the high priest of Lake Shore Drive
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Asbestos
by
Travis Ray Cole
Disease litigation toxic workers compensation
occupational disease malignant mesothelima
dying on the inside how far has the cancer spread
chemo has no lung but he's still not dead
lets pretend it don't exist we don't wanna know
deny our own suffering O.S.H.A. told us so
ASBESTOS ASBESTOS
I ONLY HOPE TO RADIATE IT
ASBESTOS ASBESTOS
IN THE WORK PLACE GRANDMA MADE IT
So he's got tumors and a real good job
asbestos removal at our schools that want it gone
the others are saving it for all the children to breathe in
handle with extreme caution
ASBESTOS ASBESTOS
I ONLY HOPE TO RADIATE IT
ASBESTOS ASBESTOS
IN THE WORK-PLACE GRANDMA MADE IT
So he wants to breathe it smoke it be it he's wearing gloves
put it in a bag and wash it off later
all gone all clean no harm done
Except for his family
he brought it home to for protection
even the rats died with this one


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Losin' the Dream
by
Travis Ray Cole
A..../....../..../.....G.....
I'm losin the dream
A..../...../..../.......G...
I'm losin the dream
E../..../......./...../..../...../.../..../...../
I got no answers ,I wanna be free

I'm losin the dream,losin the dream
got no answers actullay
I'm losin the dream,Im losin the dream
so so long I've waited to see
trade it away it'll be better they say
you'll get a new one another one any way
Im losin the dream Im losin the dream
got no answer I wanna be free
Im losin the dream Im losin the dream
got no reason I wanna be sane
its fading on me.its fading on me
it hurts to much this reality
Im losin the dream Im losin the dream
the confusions too much wont let me be
Its fading away I'll trade It away
got no reason its made me in sane
the illisions to much reality
move in the drain move in the drain
same old same old love hate thing blame it on me blame it on me
the confusions to much won't let me breath
its confusion me its confusion me
all I want is you with me
chains on me chains on me
cant walk or run I cant even breath
losin the dream losin the dream
Im waking up to insanity
it use to be it use to be
I got no answers I wanna be free


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Eye of Newt ,Pigs Eye Newt
by
Travis Ray Cole
In the morning,In the mud,bloodshot eyes full of bugged
threes and fours quarter till,hog fed blues ,WHAT IS REAL
RRRIGHT!Hog fed blues late edition,inquiringly true
Pigs eye nuked,pigs eye nuked,pigs eye nuked,pigs eye nuked
They call him bugs now we know why
They said hes dirty now we know why
they meant to mean it they knew if he tried
Pigs eye blues its going down its going down over over
In the midnite In the moon pig gets thirsty call it..CODE BLUE
pigs eye nuked pigs eye nuked,pigs eye nuked pigs eye nuked
hog fed blues and rollin in it too.oink
After adult curfew at this time the only thing out is
All these lights red,white&blue
is a little lightshow 4 pigs like you


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Postal Worker
by
Travis Ray Cole
BAD SYSTEM,BAD,BAD
postal worker postal worker postal worker postal worker
POSTAL WORKER POSTAL WORKER
Woody Guthrie Woody Guthrie
J.F.K. J.F.K.
worksongs worksongs
the post office should sell fast food


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The Wind
by
Travis Ray Cole
The air is moving in a circle
the leaves spin like its a drain
the noise of things rolling around
the noise of things rolling away
the wind is in your face today
the cold air is moving round and round
the answers lies nowhere ahead
the chill is making you shilver
the winds unlike the water
listen to the rivers
puzzing riddle theories
habitual freudian series


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Take One
by
Travis Ray Cole
guilt pain like a religion
chewed thru my part
past tombstone lessons
gardens of crosses
pieces of stone spelling us
like therapy looking at life like it was fake
stealing from inside
its going to get me the way i love you
parody


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Second Hand
by
Travis Ray Cole
I've got a poetress in waiting
and know a girl who could lie thru a dream
I know I'll never get nowhere
theres no inside to you it seems
if we hesitate to sleep on it
tomorrow may mean retreat
I've got no more time to waste on
someone who does'nt know what I mean


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Subliminal implant
by
Travis Ray Cole
Talk to me in my sleep
tell me all you think
I agree if it's deep
message to my mind
means something to you not me
change my feelings,really
try to manipulate me
parinoid dreams
all I want's some peace
Influence ending cycle turning
nightmare stealing orginality.


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Nice View
by
Travis Ray Cole
A piano so grand it lives up to it's name
in a window so big it can not be framed
on statues shine the light of the sun
and real art lives
where there should be walls
clouded ceiling windows
a clock moves in time
stealing life
she could be anything
anything in life
but she only takes
as I dream
theres no answers to save


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She was'nt there
by
Travis Ray Cole
How she looked illamainted in the dim light
with big spanish eyes
she seemed to be glowing bieng impregenated
a sight
leaning againt the many crates of
iiradiated matrieal she was the dream of the warehouse
she was the past
she was'nt there
only a ghost of art
there was no dream.


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Where is she remedy?
by
Travis Ray Cole
Where is she,remedy
fail by omitting
where is she
thought if she wanted to be with me
where inside here
gaming
on a law of averages
i love her
fail by missing
where is she
only
only


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Because I love you
by
Travis Ray Cole
Trading tombstones teaching television
recieving happiness in a nest of lies
values not reflecting value
world stops to ask us why
does it register to the focused mind
maybe you are mine...trying...blind...high

how can I come to terms with you
a service to the community
when you are the problem
trust displayed as humor content
reel it in try again
until your done robbing the emptiest heart
rotting the eclipsed core with money
ashes fall on swollen breasts like leaves
no ones blowing me any kisses
echoing the losing bet
its not worth anything
is this as bad as it can get?
wishing I could throw down this hand
as beauty lies to time
stealing from our leaders crime
I dont want anything
except what used to be
except what was never mine


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Burning Cattle
by
Travis Ray Cole
Mass slaughtered
a dozen diseases
trench graves
viris crisis
infected farms
national disaster tourism
smuggled overseas meat
another mass grave
millions
burning animals
cull and dispose of
wrongly buried
dug up and reburied
infected carcasses
contaminated water supplies


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Genetics
by
Travis Ray Cole
Black hair and brown eyes
blond hair and blue eyes

blonde hair and brown eyes
black hair and black eyes

black hair and green eyes
blond hair and blue eyes

red hair and green eyes
white hair and grey eyes

brown hair and a bottle of die


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President's Choice Greaseburger with Cheese
by
Travis Ray Cole
I wish I was alone
with you on an Island
you wearing your cavewoman outfit
eating roots and berries
keeping each other warm with body heat
having sexual contact with the local population
making sure not to handle monkeys dog and cats
not drinking anything with ice
not eating any dairy products that are not pasterized
and staying out of fresh water
watching the sun set on the oil slicks
and fishing out next to the oil rigs


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Jesus christ pose
by
Travis Ray Cole
Air space
close to god
airstrikes
reduce population
unemployment will drop
like cessna's out of the sky
nelson mandella is waiting in the wings
arrest me with a bullet
radar eyes


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Abandoned Machines
by
Travis Ray Cole
Leaving
winded sighs
slightly dusted tracks
secrets a long way from home
lets rent reclusivness
trading looks spilling lies
without the vibaration of sound
sell conversation
just to throw it all away
at last her hobbies include
messing with my head
when its cold
three chords
could solve this problem
two testaments
could'nt tie us together
one toungue
could speak the truth
about a hunger that could never be
enough to parody both of our existance
the hype we are feed
of open mikes empty air and knives in bed
the warm brick that hides you
empty thoughts minus broken reason
hate engines inbetween us
wasted breath divides circles of lies inside dreams


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Waiting for Nothing
by
Travis Ray Cole
Its been you only you
mind game
feelings range from
boiling to cruel
without meaning
a lie to a riddled excuse
believe me
tie my thoughts to empty screams
wasted love on open season

anyone could be new
hearts bleeding
turned away from tomorrow
planting seeds in the wind
lost its reason
look into your eyes
of sabatoged treason

thrown away definations
hope auctioned for greed
out of focus one track
reversed role collisions


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"miscarriage of royalty"
by
Travis Ray Cole
Bagged,boxed and miscounted
the recycled tea of tasteless remorse
I have loved noone
with the exception of stabbing lies
like the sky steals the winds thoughts
as radio transmissions dance
thru the interlocking medias
scratching your eyes out with commercialism
you hold my hand as we buy thought


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The Poet
by
Travis Ray Cole
He got high first
While you try to be wrote in
the thin line

As thirteen notes
move in a circle
forming a star shape
first six then seven
seperate solos whisper life into
the echo chamber
with a chorus of the begining at the end
and the vibration rocks past thought
at unrecorded speed


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At War With Myself
by
Travis Ray Cole
Blood splashed The light houses
and they glistened with oil streaks
as carcuses floated aimlessly spinning
finally free of life

The sky ripped the darkness out of a nightmare
and bullets of lightning burned out satans soul
spitting from the forked toungues of the empty peoples
mindless energy drained electro shocked melted shells

tomorrow lined the canvased thought cave
at war with roses in hells garden
while the past,unfocused,void of uniform reunion
bitterly tied mass death to suicide dreams


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Another pound sign drawn on the apple
by
Travis Ray Cole
Aerodynamic worm gravity
shading
yellowing
blood stained
organic dental chart
chewing the core of your seedless heart
compost waxed fellings
extracted from the canvas


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String Me Along
by
Travis Ray Cole
Thorns rip my eyes open
with no bed of roses
to lie you down in
shredding the run ways behind her
asking me for nothing
I agree to anything
release the doves
bashing me in the head with the butt of your rifle


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Potasium Nitrate
by
Travis Ray Cole
Potasium nitrate mechanical pump
rockwool respriation
pressure valve
heart tissue transplant
cloned battery cell core
machined roots under the winged surface
seeding acidous eggs
ingesting air
milky buds bypass
intersection of government chemicals
laced with spider blood
rotting in the mind monitor garden
feeding her salt peter and grapes
in the germination area


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Across Your Mind
by
Travis Ray Cole
Tell me what I wanna hear
three notes
repetative notes
the thought will never leave me
lost thoughts last thought
your eyes
had never
leave me here
empty pure
no empty
second sight
your all I wanna see
maybe art breathes
blonder than the last three...
notes
three repitative notes
my mota spanish valentine
all the time the leads bleed
there nothing more
nowhere to dream


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Time
by
Travis Ray Cole
The hour glass is empty and you hold onto lies
promises spoken thru masks
and razor alibis
hide reflections of truths
moments stolen,painted into memories
rejected dreams cast shadows onto the canvas' of sand
pouring out of your heart across broken ice glances
each gear spins alone,
its own metronome
apart from freedom
resinating the walls with the moment
lost


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The New Moderns
by
Travis Ray Cole
Why they may have slept with Jack Ginsberg
before he was nobody
Can the hearing impaired have voices
in thier heads?
mine have a narrator
It is so sweet my new stalker is writing to me under ten different names
sending me pages and pages of love poetry
which I delete unread and tell her
it was very good.
mirroring the mirror of film
Grandma and Mom{the new moderns}always buy me
the ugliest prostitutes
Name Dropper
Your not Steven Spielberg
alan ginsberg,alan ginsberg
Mark Twain
The new Kauraocs
less vauge {more accessible}
and surrellist like we like
we don't need your guilt pain
we dont need your guilt pain
bieng published dictionary?
Does that include making hundreds
of copies and littering
I mean satuaerating the
intersection of milwakee and damien?
I won a small garlic press,that means what?
I won a small garlic press


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Nothing to Remember
by
Travis Ray Cole
A name tied to nothing
her name is as empty as a lie
she is only a vision without titles
yesterday seperate from tomorrow
tomorrow a smile from today
stereotyped iced catagories
razorblade holes in my heart
wasted answers to quistionable lies


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Crowded Dreams
by
Travis Ray Cole
Sideways
almost sudden
like waking from societies
drug drama discovery
lies from the inside
answer only to the feeling called pain
coming to you
a tornado of desperate beliefs
crazy
crazy
crazy
crazy
crazy
crazy
crazy
crazy
crazy
crazy
psychopatehic disease
a mirror of wrong streets
tasted before testing
an envelope that hides death
all the same
I thought you loved me
your only here located
your only here to drain me
something somewhere is telling me
paper dirt witness
money you can't make love to
go figure industry
your love is
as hollow as a dream
more than half empty
but always full of greed
wasting time blocked mind


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Turn to Yourself
by
Travis Ray Cole
Turn to yourself for answers
try to forget
what it means
leave all the unwanted anger
leave everything that used to be

find the truth
find the truth
free the truth
feed the hype
like a knife
down the throat
something as real as me
a cold world never helps you
trust is only make believe


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Chained inside your mind
by
Travis Ray Cole
I don't know why you don't
live somemore
all the time you try to get out
the cages door
some how get free of thier
last word
cut thru the chains,leave them
on the floor

when you die look into the eye
of a devil angel
then you decide it was all a lie
you should have made your way to heaven
a knife in the back is'nt
planning ahead
and time keeps ticking while you
listen to the preachings of a man
named satan
but life is to short and the gardens waiting
when you die you'll know
the venom's poison
and everything you ever stole
won't mean nothing
theres no justace going to save us
or pay us something

I don't know why you don't
live somemore
all the time you try to get out
the cages door
some how get free of thier
last word
cut thru the chains,leave them
on the floor


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Puppet Strings of Barbed Wire
by
Travis Ray Cole
Her blonde hair robbed me of reason
her blue grey eyes never meant anything
everytime I reached for something she was leaving
and still I kept dreaming

all the chords my mind played
she was all I was thinking
altered shattered quarter notes
and abandoned seasons

in my mind in my eyes
I believed in
a full color shadow etched in my sight
all I needed
her soft touch and sense of humor

feedback swelling humming screeching
octaves dropping
my heart is beating
parts of songs fuse together
the hottest summer valentine
did'nt need me

with slides and cries tremelos cheating
like an arrow stuck inside a love poem repeating
then a sadness like razor glass pulled out
always leaving
in the winter cold froze alone unplugged
puppet strings of barbed wire


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Stalemate blues
by
Travis Ray Cole
I got the blues so bad it hurts me.
I dont care about loving you

I got the blues so bad it hurts me
I dont care about loving you

you only play the game to hurt me
Is it yours? Its my move

all your lovings there to hurt me
so there is a point for you.

all your lovings there to hurt me
so there is a point for you.

I wont let you keep me in check
I gotta plan my next move

the stalemate blues!
you dont let me win..nomore
I got no chance with you
the times running out
and im bored with losing too.

I got the blues so bad it hurts me
I dont care
no I dont care about loving you
I got nothing to lose in this game
lets call it quits
I think were thru.

the stalemate blues!
you dont let me win..nomore
I got no chance with you
the times running out
and Im bored with losing too.

I got the blues so bad it hurts me.
I dont care about loving you

I got the blues so bad it hurts me
I dont care about loving you

you only play the game to hurt me
Is it yours? Its my move

all your lovings there to hurt me
so there is a point for you.

all your lovings there to hurt me
so there is a point for you.

I wont let you keep me in check
I gotta plan my next move

the stalemate blues!
you dont let me win..nomore
I got no chance with you
the times running out
and Im bored with losing too.


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Love is Blonde
by
Travis Ray Cole
Lust
love
only me
I want you alone on the hottest summer night
to have and to hold until forever
I want to bathe in your love
drenched in sweat love only knows
the closer we get
I want you only you
to never let you go
as hot as it is
Its you
you know


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Whatever Love is
by
Travis Ray Cole
She came back as someone else
just to break my heart
maybe shes gone forever
but heres a walking memory
to tear my mind apart
I look into her eyes
all I see is you
listen to the lies
believe they are the truth

I could find you if I wanted to
but I'd rather blow my brains out in the rain
then I won't have to love you anymore
and feel the pain
so I really was'nt looking for you
crossed your name out on every page
your still inside my mind
you never go away.


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When You Die In The War, I'll Take Care Of Your Wife
by
Travis Ray Cole
When you die in the war
I'll take care of your wife
even make her mine if you don't
once maybe twice
so you won't have to worry
and put her long distance love to the test
on those lonely nights when we go out driving
the car,that you love the best
when you die in the war
I'll take care of your wife
stick my tongue down her throat
and tell her she sure looks nice
wrap her in the flag
get her really high
when you die in the war
I'll be there
I'll be the one
next in line
when you die in the war
I'll take care of your wife

I promise


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I Can't Buy Nothing on Ebay Again
by
Travis Ray Cole
I can't buy nothing on Ebay again
because the Postal worker is not really my friend
yeah,that smile on his face is only pretend
I think maybe all that anthrax is starting to get to him
because he throws my packages out in the hallway
for someone else to get
its as though he does'nt even care a little bit

Then there was the day he took my sisters christmas present back
ha ha because in the box it would'nt fit
I can't see why because
the present was only one inch big
he did'nt knock on the door,not once then
but he did leave a note saying theres something
you have missed

So now we got one guy who will give me a refund
but not for the postage
its been over a month and theres still five atari 2600 games
I never did get
all my positives were good
but now I'm getting pissed
so thats why I am telling you my friends
I can't buy nothing on Ebay again!


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Toxo Plasma Gondii Harvest
by
Travis Ray Cole
Marinated triple scented
water logged totem pole clusters
submerged in the trench-foot pomade gel
gift basket wake enhancer

Red yellow green orange black brown
the organic commemorative slush sandtrap
color wheel rinse cycle spins around

Tide charted mud trench tunnel hydraulic press
limoge box hydroponic horseradish jellies
dehydrated non-florecent sponge
log loader and chipper buffet
Anonymous
- Wednesday, January 30, 2002 at 00:37:10 (PST)


that was a fine prez state of affairs mr umpire
you may win the nobel prise just yet
Anonymous
- Tuesday, January 29, 2002 at 19:34:45 (PST)


Isn't it cool how we can all tell each-other's writting style even when the person does'nt state their name or e-mail address on their poetry??
True identity of family
Great poetry rolling in as of late
must be the moon

(the 4th poem from this transmition is incredible..)
your local friendly umpire
- Tuesday, January 29, 2002 at 18:58:01 (PST)


When me and your Mama "Get Down"

her saggy veiny strech marked breast shine in the light of the television
to the sounds of love

the beast overshadows everything else in life
stealing the moment
I love her
as she whispers "shitfucker" in my ear.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, January 29, 2002 at 18:57:08 (PST)


you cat box lovin' son of a bitch
if you want cat box poems and poetry so bad why don't you write your own instead of crying and whining about whether or not there was enough cat shit to drowned in

Its time you started living your own life before you waste it all on shit.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, January 29, 2002 at 18:51:07 (PST)


.....said the anonymous critic.......
Anonymous
- Tuesday, January 29, 2002 at 14:13:32 (PST)


I think the Cat Box Poet Extraordinaire did the right thing by posting play by play droppings that way we could experiance the emotion that the artist felt at the time not a year or two later
and "yeast ye be judged" when the cat box man gets to the pearly gates we will know the true answer
at least the lordjesus christ has enough ball to let you know his true identity
unlike the Anonym-ass critic who bitches but does not participate in the true art here at the www.pandbox.com/
Anonymous
- Tuesday, January 29, 2002 at 13:51:25 (PST)


those beautiful dreams of you
linger inside my head
as i go through the motions of my day without you
what would my day be if you were here with me?
feeling your gentle touch...
i crave you like a drug
wanting so much to just look at you
just to be near you
and hold you near to me
watching your every move
hoping i'm not dreaming your there
like i do every other moment
every moment you're not here
selfish
- Tuesday, January 29, 2002 at 09:09:19 (PST)


Praise pregnant with compromise

Two on a power trip inside one mind
alias after alias intertwined among dictatorship
praying to credit claimed
recieving awards dressed like Jesus Christ
under a veil of smiles
irrevent only because you don't get it
phases flowered
like another revelation of anger inspired
destructive dance with a verse of bullets in your head
PhD in critque
from the school of ignorance
to me the defination of scroll
interprepts
bieng flogged at the shanty farm booksale
with I cant write
so its alright
that I can not spell a complete sentance correctly

The classical chemistry of the twisted
militant edition of genius
her dedication to the bard of her choice
unearths hidden pedestals
aborting obscure alterations
and germinate only to edit popuarity
recieving reversed passion like
a nuculear fallout of infectious criticism
bleeding out adjectives of hate
in exchange for psychology
failing Literary Spirilla Bacteria 101
monitoring the self induced non-poetic
media’s of paint by numbers archives
responding like a collector of prisoner semen
clearly a hero of opionated
pigments of hate energy
random words reproduced in a binary fussion
under microscopic examination
squeezing maggots out of the skins
of half sentances empting malignant wounded
paragraphs onto projected vomit washed sand stone
recycling misspelled fungi floating
on the surface of every attempt at art
pissing a fresh coat
of a full color spectrum of blind anger
onto a lovely corpse in the attention river pronounced "Java Flush"
washed down with an overdose of lies,like big tobacco
admiring the namedropping hearsay
Winston Churchill was bipolar too.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, January 29, 2002 at 00:24:49 (PST)


you cat box bastard you better not block another contest with you dropping you call poetry
I had to wait more months to find out its the same again because of you
and I have had it with this cat box shit
why don't you read the rules on the posting page that clearly state
please limit your posts to once a day
but NOOOOOO!!!
you had to fuck it up for all of us with this cat box shit like it was raining out of the sky
jaust think if you did only post once per day you would still have enough to post until september
and the assholes that did like that shit would be excited each and everyday
Anonymous
- Tuesday, January 29, 2002 at 00:20:34 (PST)


and I touched her with my cold hand
that held the ice cream bowl for so long
she dusted the frost of my cold touch
and touched my forehead with her finger
I don't know what to say...I love her
these moments are what make it all worth while
and knowing that in the end I will pass on
makes this moment all worth while...

Thanks for sharing my moment
Cheshire Cat
- Tuesday, January 29, 2002 at 00:14:23 (PST)


the good news is...
thanks to hair die there are enough red heads to go around.yes its that season again,
speaking of seasons ladies and gentlemen
the winner for fall is a hold over from summer
yes its "Carrie" once again and winter is almost over
can she do it?
there has never been a three season winner to date.
due to uncontrollable circumstances
the judging of the contest was delayed or rather pre-emptied by the cat box poetry.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, January 29, 2002 at 00:13:17 (PST)


Milwaukee
Cold, new, alone
Milwaukee
I don't know anyone
here
I feel, I must be in
Milwaukee
Get the show on
Find what it is
that you are
and be who you are
in
Milwaukee
I wonder
deeply wonder
If I have shaken my demons
Lost them in the move
Have I shook them
off
and left them behind
or are they lurking near me
again, in
Milwaukee
I wonder who I am
In Milwaukee
Meffainn
- Monday, January 28, 2002 at 23:21:43 (PST)


I don't feel so bad knowing the printer was going to waste thirty pieces of paper anyway.
Anonymous
- Monday, January 28, 2002 at 13:33:26 (PST)


"I'm sorry that the fans got in the way
of our relationship"

I'm sorry that the fans got in the way
of our relationship,
and stuck thier nose in and would'nt quit
and it musta drove you crazy
or just drove you away
we could never have a sane life
lunitic fringe creates paranoia
theres no way outta this place
so there never will be no soul mates
when they talk and watch every move you make
and I really could'nt expect you to get used to
these crazy crazy ways

I do what I can just to drive them away
quit the band and abandon myself
even stop playing
every single day
its like a freakin cult that will never go away
or shakesphere on acid
and twenty twins of you right up in my face
its hard to get used to
the fact that these are the dues
that must be paid.
I'm sorry!
Travis Ray Cole
- Monday, January 28, 2002 at 03:45:05 (PST)


"I'm sorry that the fans got in the way
of our relationship"

I'm sorry that the fans got in the way
of our relationship,
and stuck thier nose in and would'nt quit
and it musta drove you crazy
or just drove you away
we could never have a sane life
lunitic fringe creates paranoia
theres no way outta this place
so there never will be no soul mates
when they talk and watch every move you make
and I really could'nt expect you to get used to
these crazy crazy ways

I do what I can just to drive them away
quit the band and abandon myself
even stop playing
every single day
its like a freakin cult that will never go away
or shakesphere on acid
and twenty twins of you right up in my face
its hard to get used to
the fact that these are the dues
that must be paid.
Anonymous
- Monday, January 28, 2002 at 03:40:18 (PST)


Come on people
lets give it up for mental patient poetry
Anonymous
- Monday, January 28, 2002 at 00:24:02 (PST)


nobody gives a god damn what your views on war or christmas or anything else for that matter
and we sure the hell don't need your email address
even if it is real
we just don't want to talk to you
get it?
Anonymous
- Monday, January 28, 2002 at 00:22:53 (PST)


I'm bored again so I'm gonna tell you
nobody really wants to read the shitty attemps at poetry you hack away at travis so please quit writing
and it does say limit post to once a day
if you could limit yourn to once a month that would even be better
and leave some room for the real poetry written by the real poets at the www.pandbox.com you know the ones that you are getting in the way of,like the performance art that is bieng tossed back and forth between thew real artists that have to try to write around the complete shit you waste everyones time and posting space with.
Anonymous
- Monday, January 28, 2002 at 00:19:47 (PST)


hey diddle diddle
the cat ate the fiddle
the cow and the yellow moon too,
the little dog laughed to see such sport
so the cat ate the little dog toooooo
God of Twine
- Sunday, January 27, 2002 at 16:51:30 (PST)


dont feel bad, none of the rest of them apperently can either
Anonymous
- Sunday, January 27, 2002 at 14:01:17 (PST)


shit...I can't think of anything to write.
Cheshire Cat
- Sunday, January 27, 2002 at 12:59:31 (PST)


"Third World War Parade"

What a lovely float it makes
nuculear missle aimed at mistakes
with India's test date everyday
noone will be afraid
security from the skies will rain
bleed in a hole down a drain
with peace and love to trade
for the
third world war parade
Travis Ray Cole
- Sunday, January 27, 2002 at 03:57:59 (PST)


"Ode to the Backstabber"

Ode to the backstabber
for he's my closest friend
he's got your back to your face
if you blink,he'll do you in.

Ode to the backstabber
all he is..is pretend
he'll fuck you over so bad
and laugh about it in the end.

Ode to the backstabber
with his help you'll never win
a saboteur,a lie,judas betrayer
all while wearing a grin.
Anonymous
- Sunday, January 27, 2002 at 03:01:18 (PST)


shit, he's only seventeen
he doesn't deserve this
Anonymous
- Saturday, January 26, 2002 at 21:39:51 (PST)


"Exlax coffee celebrations"

Stripper enhanced overdose
she just flushed the loads
she so greedily swallowed two days ago
soldier of fortune can't help you now
Anonymous
- Saturday, January 26, 2002 at 13:51:36 (PST)


youve got yer timing dowm pat, sir,
give or take a few seconds
Anonymous
- Saturday, January 26, 2002 at 12:11:39 (PST)


"From Enron to Avon"
Anonymous
- Saturday, January 26, 2002 at 11:29:33 (PST)


little miss muffet
shoved a rat in her duffet
once on a boring monday
then went to the doctor
who tweezed it out of 'er
and frightened the dead rat away
me
- Friday, January 25, 2002 at 20:02:23 (PST)


"Mental patient poetry"
Anonymous
- Friday, January 25, 2002 at 11:48:13 (PST)


"I wish the big one was here to massage my feet"

I wish the big one was here to massage my feet
and tell me jokes that are kinda fun-ny
in the winter she wants to turn down the heat
by keeping the fridge open,so she can eat

I wish the big one was here to massage my feet
and lay on the couch and just do nothing
but bitch about the good looking ones
and call them anirexic
better look out now,she calls that a quief

I wish the big one was here to massage my feet
she really likes flowers but they're dead in a week
she won't need noone to open no jars believe you me
and if you need a wrestler,your really in for a treat
Anonymous
- Friday, January 25, 2002 at 11:45:32 (PST)


BRAVA EVE!!!
oh what wonderful sentiant beings
above us all in the magnificant Olympia in the sky
gave birth to one such as you.
You rock my socks, babe.
Long live you.
Anonymous
- Friday, January 25, 2002 at 10:39:29 (PST)


war in wonderland
the white rabbit is down
come on we need a hand
for the queen and the crown
casualties are high...boo hoo
WE NEED YOU!!
Cheshire Cat
- Friday, January 25, 2002 at 01:24:23 (PST)


"Shove the Chicken up your ass"
one time for elvis
Anonymous
- Friday, January 25, 2002 at 01:06:07 (PST)


"Which Jesse Jackson are you voting for?"

Which Jesse Jackson are you voting for?
I'm voting for the blacker one
craig for mayor
free wyona
I'm voting for the cat box man
oh the kitchen sink is to small
like a china man
theres dishes lined up out in the hall
world war three save me its free
don't fuck my wife when I go to war
or give her warts
shes beautiful
my robbin
with angel wings
faded blue into gray
picasso eyes
high cheek bones cracker skin
eggsma and a pee fetish
Anonymous
- Friday, January 25, 2002 at 00:47:42 (PST)


craig is cool
he lets all these mental patients think they are really running something
Anonymous
- Friday, January 25, 2002 at 00:36:47 (PST)


an ice cream bar on the sidewalk
a leather pantsuit
a hollow milk-chocolate giraffe
a figure skater
a plastic red rose
a mouthfull of teeth
horn-rimmed glasses
a helium tank
an ink-blot test
a genius
some DNA
a couple white cells
and a parking lot
Drive-thru Black Eye Barn

constellations
a necktie
handcuffs
the lonesome shopping cart I pass on my way home from work
the Weight Watchers on 4th and 49th sandwiched between The Dairy Queen and Doughnut shop
a car up in flames
something struck

*ºSorry for filling up the space, folksº*
What exists here is not constricted to be as only poetry, or be beautiful (although sometimes it's surely an added bonus when it is)..hence, "Performance Art Material". It's whatever you want it to be, or do not want it to be, for that matter..sometimes it's organized (prose, verse), and sometimes it's subconscious thought flow. At times it's neither and is in a class all it's unique, amazing own.
Thankfully, there are persons here willing to break from the norm.
It is an opportunity to excercise freedom of speech. It is surely a good thing that at least here there are no restrictions verbally...we can find the other kind of short-sighted box anywhere else...
Long live thought transience
Long live Pandora's Box

Thanks for the space

Eve
- Friday, January 25, 2002 at 00:01:54 (PST)


And now back to poetry for mental patients
Anonymous
- Thursday, January 24, 2002 at 23:59:58 (PST)


Jack Sprat could eat no fat
his wife could eat no lean
and so between the two of them,
being cannibals,
they ate everyone in town
God of Twine
- Thursday, January 24, 2002 at 08:46:08 (PST)


Oh, by the way. I do know what p[oetry] is but typing anything and calling it such doesn't make it beautiful.

somethings the same, you know.
Anonymous
- Thursday, January 24, 2002 at 07:50:28 (PST)




You kill the pain,
the lonliness disapates,
I feel... for a moment everything will be okay,
then you snap,
and the fear reinstates,
the tears return,
then you go away,
but I know you will return,
you always do,
pehaps... that is why I stay.

Take comfort in normality,
it is so rare these days,
you and I foever,
that always stays the same,
and as I swear I love you,
my tears shall remain,
forever yours
for the joy you so gladly take.

I carry our child at only 16 years of age,
with you 21,
nothing shall ever change,
The walls move in closer,
your all i have left,
because of you I've alienated the rest,
left my family for your pride,
left my friends to walk by your side,
every sacrific I made for you,
I kill myself with all I do.

Thigs for her will change,
just you wait and see,
I will not stand back and watch,
you kill her as you've killed me.
small town prodigy
- Thursday, January 24, 2002 at 05:51:51 (PST)


Yeah,like I'm not really getting your point either dude,what is it?
Anonymous
- Wednesday, January 23, 2002 at 22:46:02 (PST)


What was your point again,sir?
Anonymous
- Wednesday, January 23, 2002 at 21:56:55 (PST)


It appears that my opinion has stirred at least a few non-creative back thrashes. Well pardon me all over the place! See the thing is that the entry was my opinion and I have a right to one. So I'm a crybaby? Well look in the mirror, I mean the only reason I even wasted my time with any of this is because not only were you other net thrashers wasting space on the mic, but I also admitted that I was bored and I knew that I could get under your skin. Looks like I managed to do that. Apparently for some reason you all must not have caught my point, which is to not thrash each other and to accept whatever is listed. With my first message I thrashed and judged what I saw and it pissed you off. See my point? I suppose it all boiles down to peoples opinions which nobody can stop from being listed and peoples poetry/prose which nobody has to like. I could get keyboard happy and thrash oh so cunningly to the responses to my entry, but that would contradict my point. If you still don't understand where I'm coming from well I'm sorry. You can't stop me nor I you. So lets keep the finger off the keyboard with negative intentions, because if you don't like something chances are the nobody will really care.

Oh, by the way. I do know what prose is but typing anything and calling it such doesn't make it beautiful.
Anonymous
- Wednesday, January 23, 2002 at 21:30:13 (PST)


Gee, that was poetic.
god of twine
- Wednesday, January 23, 2002 at 19:54:49 (PST)


Fuck Fuck
Fuckity
Fuck fuck
YOU Anonymous
ms Bitch Sweetz Supreme
- Wednesday, January 23, 2002 at 17:06:05 (PST)


Wheres the Cat Box Poet Extraordinaire when you really need him?
Anonymous
- Wednesday, January 23, 2002 at 16:33:14 (PST)


hey anonymous, what makes you think your so special that you can go around talkin shit on everyone poems! they write what they wanna write so you should fuckin leave them alone.If you dont like it dont read it
anonymous69
- Wednesday, January 23, 2002 at 15:52:31 (PST)


I told you fuckers not to cuss on here
if this shit keeps up
you'll see what happens!
Anonymous
- Wednesday, January 23, 2002 at 13:14:34 (PST)


hey fuckers, and ms bitch sweets supreme, you too--
whos whining about non-poetry now?
oooooooo stars falling!
Anonymous
- Wednesday, January 23, 2002 at 13:08:09 (PST)


travis and cat box- i like your shit don't listen to them fuckers, keep on writing
Anonymous69
- Wednesday, January 23, 2002 at 12:54:28 (PST)


hey anonymous i dont give a fuck if you dont like my shit. if you don't like it then dont read. but quit being a little bitch and crying about it ok.
Much Love
Lil SwEeTz
Lil Sweetz
- Wednesday, January 23, 2002 at 12:53:14 (PST)


hey anonymous i dont give a fuck if you dont like my shit. if you don't like it then dont read. but quit being a little bitch ans crying about it ok.
Much Love
Lil SwEeTz
Lil Sweetz
- Wednesday, January 23, 2002 at 12:52:17 (PST)


You better not write "shove the chicken up your ass"again
and if the cat box poet does write on here somemore he'll be sorry and Travis Ray Cole better not write that hack slop he calls poetry on here again or I will do something about it once and for all
and the asshole writing about alice in wonderland better stop and anyone using names out of the bible is going to hell,I'll see to that
and there will be no more abortion poetry
and no more refrences to goth
and as for you fuckers not spelling the words right or using the letter U for the word you better quit right now
you better know your place
the rest of you are doing a fine job
keep up the good work guys

peace love and bail bonds.
Anonymous
- Wednesday, January 23, 2002 at 11:27:09 (PST)


Come on back catbox man
Anonymous
- Wednesday, January 23, 2002 at 10:12:14 (PST)


I think "shove the chicken up your ass" sayes it best!
Anonymous
- Wednesday, January 23, 2002 at 00:17:23 (PST)


hes dead.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
(i hope)
Anonymous
- Tuesday, January 22, 2002 at 21:45:54 (PST)


I wish the cat box poet was here,
He would know what to do!
Anonymous
- Tuesday, January 22, 2002 at 21:21:50 (PST)


hey, at least he's writting POETRY,
jackass..
Anonymous
- Tuesday, January 22, 2002 at 20:51:16 (PST)


bitch moan
bitch bitch
moan
Anonymous
- Tuesday, January 22, 2002 at 20:50:25 (PST)


I think Travis Ray Cole is a real bastard
because when I go die in the war he will fuck my wife and her sister!
Anonymous
- Tuesday, January 22, 2002 at 19:35:43 (PST)


oooo mr non-poetic extraordinaire,
and THAT, my friend, WASNT useless????
methinks you need your brain checked again,
your presription isnt cutting it this time.
and there IS such a thing as prose!
you namby-pamby nancy!
Anonymous
- Tuesday, January 22, 2002 at 19:02:00 (PST)


I'm bored, so I'm going to let you all know what I think of you.
To all the people who who use this site as means of verbally thrashing each other, GET A FUCKING HOBBY OTHER THAN GETTING YOURSELVES OFF WITH TEXT AS FLAVORLESS AS GRASS BECAUSE OF PERSONAL PROBLEMS WITH OTHER PARTICIPANTS!!!!!
I mean come on, we all know that the anonymous typer complaining about Travis Ray Cole entering more than one thing a day isn't going to really do shit about it but whine on open mic because he (or she)is too chicken shit to do anything else about it.
You do realize that every entry brings open mic closer to starting over again?
As for Travis...
I may be wrong, but I don't think anyone gives a flying fuck about your woes with eBay or your bullshit e-mail adress or anything else.
So spare the poets that list real poetry a break from having to scroll through useless crap because you can't get past enternet type wars.
Take that shit to an online rollplaying site.

To everyone else, lovely work!
a poet who doesn't know it.
- Tuesday, January 22, 2002 at 15:40:15 (PST)


"Oh the Pand Box"

Oh the pand box is for lovers
the pandbox is for friends
I came here to find my soul mate
and all I got was pretends
and its such a waste of time
how you hang on when its the end
tell one sided lies
threaten suicide with a stupid grin
then theres the critic inside whos bitchs about everything
but when its the critics turn to write
well the critic is so forclempt
Anonymous
- Tuesday, January 22, 2002 at 15:14:35 (PST)


I don't want to be like you,
not with your good old friends,
not with your pretty girlfriend,
not with your accomodating job,
not with your justified fits of spite,
not with your comfortable family,
not with your people who like you and hate him,
not with your clean car, complexion, and cargo pants,
not with your handle on how the world works,
not with your liberating security,
not with the people you step on,
not with the people who step on you,
I don't have a reason to like you,
or validate your existence.
so when you die,
I won't know because I don't care.
it's all hate from here on out
- Monday, January 21, 2002 at 20:20:07 (PST)


and then maybe he'll mime it
Anonymous
- Monday, January 21, 2002 at 13:28:38 (PST)


AND THE LORD WILL SPEAK THRU THE CRITIC
WHO WILL TALK OUT HIS ASS
UNTIL THERE ARE NO WORDS
Sunday
- Sunday, January 20, 2002 at 21:17:02 (PST)


lilsweets, that sucked like, well, a lollypop.
it sucked then, it sucks now
Anonymous
- Sunday, January 20, 2002 at 20:07:06 (PST)


missing u is like missing candy
you know its bad for you
but u will always love and miss the sweet taste
Lil Sweets
- Sunday, January 20, 2002 at 18:55:40 (PST)


I loved You Then, I love You Now
I Hated You Then, I hate You Now
I Needed You Then, I Need You Now
I Laughed Then, I Laugh Now
I Cryed Then, I Cry Now
The Only Diffrence Is-
You Loved Me Then,And You Dont Now
We Were Together Then,And We're Not Now
Lil Sweets
- Sunday, January 20, 2002 at 18:50:52 (PST)


I like how you ryhyme you fuckers
with day
Anonymous
- Sunday, January 20, 2002 at 15:17:30 (PST)


it says "PLEAE LIMIT TO ONCE A DAY"
you fuckers.
and that includes you travis,
yes, especially you, you hack
Anonymous
- Sunday, January 20, 2002 at 10:56:47 (PST)


"Putting Pictures on the Internet is the Devils Work"
by
Travis Ray Cole


Putting pictures on the internet is the devils work
it is a sin
and if you want to use the scanner
your a satanic jerk
putting pictures on the internet is the devils work

if they are in color
then your bound to hell
if they are black and white
your still going there,as well

putting pictures on the internet is the devils work
digital camaras are just like charles manson
your going to burn
you would be better off with a good book
putting pictures on the internet is the devils work

Copyright : TRAVISRAYCOLE©2002
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at imgladwebombedyercountry@gaswars.com
Anonymous
- Sunday, January 20, 2002 at 09:13:07 (PST)


"I Can't Buy Nothing on Ebay Again"
by
Travis Ray Cole


I can't buy nothing on Ebay again
because the Postal worker is not really my friend
yeah,that smile on his face is only pretend
and he throws my packages out in the hallway
for someone else to get
its as though he does'nt even give a shit

Then there was the day he took my sisters christmas present back
ha ha because in the box it would'nt fit
I can't see why because
the present was only one inch big
he did'nt knock on the door,not once then
but he did leave a note saying theres something
you have missed

So now we got one guy who will give me a refund
but not for the postage
its been over a month and theres still five atari 2600 games
I never did get
all my positives were good
but now I'm getting pissed
so thats why I am telling you my friends
I can't buy nothing on Ebay again!

CopyrightTRAVISRAYCOLE©2002
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at imgladwebombedyercountry@gaswars.com
Anonymous
- Sunday, January 20, 2002 at 09:10:26 (PST)


"Theres Still Time to Sacrafice a Tree to the Christian God"
by
Travis Ray Cole


Theres still time to sacrafice a tree to the Christian God
you can find a recently rejected one
out in someones front yard

so you'll save some cash
I thought you might like that
and find your way to heaven
and not be blocked
by everyone offering theirs all at once

you might be able to preserve it
with a little schlack
but its going to be real flameable
so if you decorate it with
hell fire lights
this ideal might just turn out bad

you still have time

Copyright : TRAVISRAYCOLE©2002
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at imgladwebombedyercountry@gaswars.com
Anonymous
- Sunday, January 20, 2002 at 09:08:48 (PST)


"When You Die In The War,I'll Take Care Of Your Wife"
by
Travis Ray Cole

When you die in the war
I'll take care of your wife
even make her mine if you don't
once maybe twice
so you won't have to worry
and put her long distance love to the test
on those lonely nights when we go out driving
the car,that you love the best
when you die in the war
I'll take care of your wife
stick my tongue down her throat
and tell her she sure looks nice
wrap her in the flag
get her really high
when you die in the war
I'll be there
I'll be the one
next in line
when you die in the war
I'll take care of your wife

I promise
CopyrightTRAVISRAYCOLE©2002
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at imgladwebombedyercountry@gaswars.com
Anonymous
- Sunday, January 20, 2002 at 09:06:58 (PST)


and the lord will piss rasins
until you take eves advice
he speaketh thru her
unto you
Anonymous
- Saturday, January 19, 2002 at 21:43:45 (PST)


hogs falling from the sky, eh?
wouldnt that hurt?
Anonymous
- Saturday, January 19, 2002 at 16:01:52 (PST)


and the lord will let hogs rain down from the heavans
and he will speak thru you

Anonymous
- Saturday, January 19, 2002 at 12:50:10 (PST)


today I choose to be alone
away from all the hussle
and of course all the bussle
that comes from participating
in the life of capitalism and
of course from material gain.






intead i wanted to spend the day
with myself stretching my legs
and relaxing my mind. wow what a
difference that choice made on my mood.

i shut out the world and just focused on me
fully knowing that I should be doing this more
oftenly then what I am currently doing now.

I now know what needs for me to be done and in the end after reading my book I am prepared to work on me.

I now go and retreat to work independantly on becoming truely wholistic.
Anonymous
- Friday, January 18, 2002 at 12:28:25 (PST)


and I, ms lessa, cant wait til you die and
your mouth shrivels up in six feet of earth
and stops babbling.
Anonymous
- Friday, January 18, 2002 at 11:24:26 (PST)


i cant wait to stop time with u
i cant wait till forever is apon us
i cant wait till i see u really happy
maybe that day will never be here
maybe those days r not ment for us
but i dream and dream and wish and wish for forever
i want and i want for the perfect moment
and just for 30 seconds
maybe a little longer
i pray and pray for me and u
Lessa Rose
- Friday, January 18, 2002 at 08:26:20 (PST)


shove the chicken up your ass
Anonymous
- Thursday, January 17, 2002 at 22:19:51 (PST)


and the lord thought working with the mentally handicap was a good ideal
Anonymous
- Thursday, January 17, 2002 at 22:19:25 (PST)


i see it now everything you write has so much meaning
like manson saw thru the beatles
what your really saying is


and the lord sayeth unto thee
thou shall work at some bullshit lumberyard chain

and the lord sayeth unto thee
thou shall humble your self before god and the baglady
who panhandles in the parking lot

and the lord sayeth unto thee
thou shall not toss the baglady who panhandles in the parking lot out onto the porch
when still brings forth gifts
like the fucking easter bunny

and the lord sayeth unto thee
thou shall teach your dog to shit in the house
if it is below 50 degrees outside

and the lord sayeth unto thee
thou shall use the code "high horse" as in high as a horse on horse {herion}
as seen by the lord on the starsky and hutch reruns
Anonymous
- Thursday, January 17, 2002 at 22:18:32 (PST)


stackedcolourlayerstheoryalchemy
don't try fighting me, bozo
hear me when I say
she isn't a natural blonde
I don't care how many hours you've been with her crotch
telogen anagen
floppy photogen
what do you know, you're just a kid
wading in yourself
wading in your self love
So when I talk I don't have the right to be heard
this is your theory
The farther from you the happier
Eve
- Thursday, January 17, 2002 at 22:07:35 (PST)


how do you get by
when everything dredges on and on
and even my thoughts are nondescript and boring
when all i want to do is get out into the sunshine
and be happy
but i end up spending countless hours sitting alone
wondering why the one i love is so far away
wondering why i'm just sitting here
instead of doing something
unhappy
- Thursday, January 17, 2002 at 19:48:48 (PST)


whine whine whine
Anonymous
- Thursday, January 17, 2002 at 17:53:51 (PST)


Another day of this ...
Sight in near
I must be ready...
Overcome my fear..
Or else..
It will be another year..
A year of fear
A fear-filled year
Scared of it all
Gotta stand tall
If you want to go
And be in the show
time to pack some boxes
Hand in keys for the loxes
Got your move on
Get your freak on
Or get nowhere
But get with it
Somewhere
Meffainn
- Wednesday, January 16, 2002 at 15:10:35 (PST)


I could'nt tell if it was blood
or lipstick
Eve
- Tuesday, January 15, 2002 at 21:26:25 (PST)


dolly parton never did rite no gothic into her lines
and we aint gonna stand for this a'tall
Anonymous
- Tuesday, January 15, 2002 at 11:23:37 (PST)


"your gaze is as sweet as the gothic holidays"?????
ah hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah
pathetic.
what produced you to WRITE such drivvle?
me
- Monday, January 14, 2002 at 09:11:47 (PST)


I found you, the only one that I will ever love again. If only i could touch you one last time. My heart beats like never before. your gaze is as sweet as the gothic holidays. be mine, please. be mine.....
Victoria Marie Martinez
- Monday, January 14, 2002 at 08:17:40 (PST)


~
Anonymous
- Monday, January 14, 2002 at 06:58:43 (PST)


pizza pizza
check check
bounce
bounce that check for your
pizza pizza pizza
stare at that tv
three weeks straight
alone, alive, almost dead
one more week to kill
time to write a check
that will
bounce bounce bounce
so you can get that
pizza pizza pizza
that you like to stare at
and wonder
what the fuck
pizza is cheap as hell
but who am I
and
do you take a check ?
meffainn
- Sunday, January 13, 2002 at 18:22:24 (PST)


And that feeling came back, the one i can't shake, and I hate myself all the time. i stop paying attention to happy things and procrastinate past all deadlines. I stop sleeping and don't eat right, and think too much, i waste my time doing nothing and just cant stop these feelings. Im not trying to make sense of anything, im just trying to get it all out, but i feel that this will never help, and I just sit there and cry and cry and cry about nothing at all, and feel worthless, id feel much better if i knew what i was crying about and why im wasting my time, its not like i have a bad past, its the future im scared of. i dont want to leave, and i dont want to be forgotten, i just want to stay here forever, but if i do that, where will i have gotten? im too inquisitive and worrysome all the time, and time passes by way too fast, and god, im done. i just need help.
nikole
- Sunday, January 13, 2002 at 17:10:46 (PST)


u r back and im so glad
my sweet cheshire cat
i feel like we r long lost friends
but u wont talk to me u pussy cat
i will be kind and not be cruel
cause i am done with my unkind ways
it so nice to see the the old days back again
eve and the others u write so well
the catbox triligy has lessed now
its ok we will remember
and someday u will be back just like others

A VERY HAPPY UNBIRTHDAY TO U!!!!!
Mad Hatter
- Sunday, January 13, 2002 at 08:44:52 (PST)


Silent & Monotonously holding my grounds,
breakdown & collapse imminent,
framed in an unmarked grave.

Sometimes i see a man sit on the bathroom floor,
tears and snot is running, clenched fists, face form as screaming,
but there is no sound. He has locked the door,
he sneaked to that room, so he can be alone when he
represses his pain, his helplesness, his hate towards God,
the fact that he has never seen his children alive,
that he at times feels his children cuddle up in his arms,
and gets sad every time his sight dosent catch them,
that he speaks to them in his mind.

Sometimes i see him sneak to his childrens grave,
so he can sit holding his head crying, smoking his cigarets and crying,
removing every fallen branch and leafe,
working so hard to stop time and him self.

Did you hear me whisper, through your mothers belly?
Did you see us weep when we saw you?
Did you feel our hands on your soft & cold fingers?
William, did you hear me babtize you?
Saga, did you hear your mother babtize you?
Did you hear your mothers speech at your funeral?
Did you see me carry your ashes to your grave?

Why cant I give in and let go?
Why cant I break and scream?
Am I afraid that my wife cant handle my fall?
Am I afraid that I cannot handle the fall?
Why have I grown so weak of mind?

Zakai
- Saturday, January 12, 2002 at 18:37:43 (PST)


Here I am I'm taking off
taking off far far away
never to live here another day
You may say I have gone soft
But you are mistaken my friend
I am taking off
Another day, another land
you won't be able to find me
Don't bother reaching out your hand
I have to to make a new place
my place
Cancel the electric
cancel the cable
turn off the phone
mail in the keys
Don't try to find me
I'm taking off
meffainn
- Friday, January 11, 2002 at 11:26:41 (PST)


I got that feeling again, like when I was 6 and lost my lunchbox and thought the world would end

heart in my shoes
<3

"And everybody knows..it hurts to grow up"
~Ben Folds
Eve
- Friday, January 11, 2002 at 10:57:30 (PST)


JD and PB&J
let's pretynd
with a J rabbit
a blain and Jer
let's not forget
the baby cat...
at wonderland?
tea party?
maybe?


"Double O Zero...how I wish I could pet you again" - Cheshire Cat
Cheshire Cat
- Thursday, January 10, 2002 at 21:56:53 (PST)


rotten tomatoes for all!
that was a jolly ball o' rot n snot.

Anonymous
- Thursday, January 10, 2002 at 19:09:06 (PST)


Silence in the dark

As the wind flows threw my hair in the midnight dark i feel no fear.The bats are flying past my face in there own pure grace .The crickets cherp with in the dirt.
but still i hear the Silence with in the dark .
why is it so Silence and pure at night .i feel so secure with the things you may dred.maybe its the noises with in my head maybe ,its the feeling of the dead .or maybe its just because iam dead...dead within.
sherry
- Thursday, January 10, 2002 at 04:36:05 (PST)


Silence in the dark

As the wind flows threw my hair in the midnight dark i feel no fear.The bats are flying past my face in there own pure grace .The crickets cherp with in the dirt.
but still i hear the Silence with in the dark .
why is it so Silence and pure at night .i feel so secure with the things you may dred.maybe its the noises with in my head maybe ,its the feeling of the dead .or maybe its just because iam dead...dead within.
sherry
- Thursday, January 10, 2002 at 04:35:55 (PST)


Here I am again
Meffain, my friend
Friend of mine
Love of mine
Again, facing the end.
See the story
Steal the glory
It will get gory
You can't handle it
Keep it together
Forever
I can't
Slipped away
Lost
in a fray
I am alone again
Meffain, my friend
Alone again
In the end
I lost it all
You saw in awe
Nothing say?
I have nothing to say

Meffain
- Wednesday, January 09, 2002 at 23:01:50 (PST)


reunion at my place!
ill bring the jackie D!
Anonymous
- Wednesday, January 09, 2002 at 17:45:31 (PST)


Hello to
PB&J


Eye miss you all VERY much
and....
eye think we need to have a family reunion.

Think of me sometime and smile.

Eye love you beautiful people!!
BabyCat
- Wednesday, January 09, 2002 at 07:50:25 (PST)


It's cold outside
but warm in her arms
in her embrace I reside
with a thousand charms
I've always needed a fire
or something to give heat
so of course I'll desire
the spice of her meat
it's true I do cuddle
on the coldest of nights
and you might be befuddled
that this cannibal bites

- some cannibal

"the poetry never lies." - Nicole
Cheshire Cat
- Wednesday, January 09, 2002 at 00:45:09 (PST)


(more or less)
Anonymous
- Sunday, January 06, 2002 at 19:42:04 (PST)


hey hey the gangs all here
Anonymous
- Sunday, January 06, 2002 at 19:41:51 (PST)


smurf smurf bo-burf banana fana fo furm
mi my mo murf
smurf
Anonymous
- Sunday, January 06, 2002 at 19:28:01 (PST)


smurf smurf bo-burf banana fana fo furf
mi my mo murf
smurf
Anonymous
- Sunday, January 06, 2002 at 19:27:55 (PST)


i wrote nothing then.
Anonymous
- Sunday, January 06, 2002 at 00:11:47 (PST)


CheshireCat?
Reverse_Smurf
- Saturday, January 05, 2002 at 21:56:21 (PST)


............................Dude..............Like................Whats your damn adress.......................................Dude...?
Reverse_Smurf
- Saturday, January 05, 2002 at 21:53:10 (PST)


alice in the skies at night
3 points left of orion's handkercheif
oh eve, you are right again,
strangly enough though they all are
god (or the lack there-of) bless us everyone!
Anonymous
- Saturday, January 05, 2002 at 15:20:10 (PST)


you know I think
I've underestimated
the practical use
of an email address
would the smurf and pretynder
agree?

Quickly now we must reaquaint
or a tea party or two we'll miss
the Mad Hatter is rather kind
but the dormouse when enraged
can make a meal out of the boojum!
And long ago I wondered what
a smurf would do in wonderland...

______________________________

I thank a lady of great renown
for placing my grin in the sky
certainly it will never frown
but sometimes it might cry
Thank you Eve
Cheshire Cat
- Saturday, January 05, 2002 at 10:11:10 (PST)


(All it took me was a little selflessness, honest.)
*
Hi Ben
the moon tonight looked like your smile again
and I bet you really do smile even when no-one's watching,
groovy feline
*
It's nice to have some of Pandy Box's veterans back
Hail the Ingenius Right-Brainers
Eve
- Saturday, January 05, 2002 at 01:40:33 (PST)


Eve
it must be beautiful to live somewhere
that you are loved and appreciated
lucky girl
Pretynd
- Friday, January 04, 2002 at 17:13:32 (PST)


for all the times I forgot to be thankful
today it hit pretty hard

what is MY excuse

when the blind learn to paint

Yes, I can give
as YOU have given to me

ºjust thoughtsº
Eve
- Friday, January 04, 2002 at 00:10:39 (PST)


ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Anonymous
- Thursday, January 03, 2002 at 22:39:47 (PST)


perhaps, pretynding you had Dyslexia might help in the matter of an email under a cat's name.


it's not a hard riddle really... not for a smurf who knows this cat as well as Gargamel knows Azrael...
Cheshire Cat
- Wednesday, January 02, 2002 at 22:42:00 (PST)


(3)Pretynding you know
(0)
(4)how to count today
hope you get it
the map here will show you my home
it's between a post office and school
above a child care center
number one beside a closet door
you really can't miss it dear
(0)

or you could just call the mom cat...she would certainly give you directions to the alley where the Cheshire Cat hangs his cat nip...

"C'mon in and meet the missus" - the little blue worm in Labyrinth
Cheshire Cat
- Wednesday, January 02, 2002 at 22:21:51 (PST)


oh, eve, my sintillatingly suppine siren,
your level-headed rashness is simply amazing.
send one my way, dear, please!
Anonymous
- Wednesday, January 02, 2002 at 21:36:08 (PST)


hey you scary old cat
that is to frightening to look upon (for me)
I miss your beautiful countenance
still smokin like a freight train
the smurf still holds his breath
we do laundry and arts and crafts
we have cats
your sister, he is our roomate
and we live happily
we speak of you often
and wonder in fright how to reach your apartment
we are scared home creatures
and I know I miss you


do write you grinning nightmare
slurgies on your belly was always the funnest
Pretynd
- Wednesday, January 02, 2002 at 14:43:07 (PST)


I thought on accident
here it was a mistake
in sleep the planets just roll around
she's sure she saw stars

to her proof
that she is everything
she is everything

it's not the usual stitch
switched-illumination
wasn't something you forced or covered
you can't shine the shine
you just let it
GO

Eve
- Wednesday, January 02, 2002 at 12:54:58 (PST)


It's at four in the morning
and all the world is quiet
with pillows adorning
head jewlery again
I just wanted to say
that I missed pretynding
hanging out with the divine away
from it all just like old times
I want to pet double O zero
while smoking a cigarette outside
I'm tired of playing the hero...
I want Eve in Eden's attention
if even for a second
to read anything from her is bliss
and knowing she knows my existance
is that of being spoken to
by a higher being.

I miss pretynding and I stopped smoking... where's the smurf that smurfed a smurf? He's the only one to ever do that...boy I miss pretynding.

(It helps to keep in touch...search me out)
Cheshire Cat
- Wednesday, January 02, 2002 at 00:43:00 (PST)


There are things here
a lot like falling
a lot like drifting
a lot like being somewhere else
or at least yearning to be
yearn..... such a lonely word
Pretynd
- Monday, December 31, 2001 at 18:27:50 (PST)


"Clouds Over the Finest Float entered in the Cat Box Parade"

Theres clouds over the finest float
entered in the Cat Box parade
its a drop top liver transplant bomb shelter sand trap
horizontal urinal pontoon boat sinking in acid rain
cess pool basins of extra sauce gush over
the white water evaporated milk dud piggy bank
while noone gives a wave to the crowd
between road cones with saucers
theres more than enogh of generic bands out front
with no reasons to play
where all that matters is the dollar
since you we're dropped onto the same page
theres clouds over the finest float
entered in the cat box parade
you could try to live in it till your watch is over
but the porta potty weatherman says your crazy
Anonymous
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 23:28:03 (PST)


I'm sensitive, I'm sweet
I'm covered in frosting

I found a picture of my lost doll
Eve
- Sunday, December 30, 2001 at 20:05:50 (PST)


"The Cat Box Sure Must Be Important For Him to Stop writing About Mexican Women"

The Cat Box sure must be important for him to stop writing about mexican women
he drooled on or over that day
it must be top prioity
or somehow in the way
maybe he lives with hillbillys
and they got him locked inside a cat box cage
the cat box sure must be important
for him to stop writing about mexican women
he drooled on or over that day
I'm sure it holds its place in society
somewhere
all the same
and it'll probably float on jet packs
when it makes it to the space age
but I hardly ever think about it
when I'm busy during the day
but it must be on somebodys mind
and won't go away
the cat box sure must be important
for him to stop writing about mexican women
it does'nt seem like a fair trade
since they're the most beautiful women on the planet
it does seem kind of strange
Anonymous
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 23:36:24 (PST)


"Nobody Knows the Cat Box like You"

I tell ya
I don't know what I'm a gonna do
your cat box history is a little off
and you did'nt even mention Edward Lowe
the founding father of the cat box
but noone in the whole cat box world is perfect
so what else is new
theres lotsa people out there
know it all's too
but no one knows the cat box
no sir
its true
no one comes close
not even a clue
no one knows the cat box like you!!
every nook and cranny
memorized schematic
of the little retangle indoor outhouse zoo
the answer to everything
everyones got them
so they gotta be cool
no one knows the cat box like you
Anonymous
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 16:28:31 (PST)


"How the Cat Box got started"
you see there was a lonely boy
and he wrote poetry constantly
but nobody liked it
and one day his mother,
upon reading his mundane poetry
told him that it was not even worth putting
around the cat box to protect the floor
from the accidental tinkle
so this boy
who is now a little mad
decides that he will incorporate
the word cat box into every title,
and a few lines of every poem
in a sad way, he thinks it makes the poetry better
Anonymous
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 06:30:16 (PST)


"Only The Cat Box Stands Between Me and You"

Only the Cat Box stands between you and I
its tearing us apart
and I don't know why
it does'nt even feel good
and it hurts my eyes
so theres no way to love anything
and noone cares if we get by

like a roadblock
in front of our souls
because its there
we pan for gold
and come up empty handed
unless your counting choclate toads
the bottomless cat box mosh pit
is a long lonly road

only the cat box stands between me and you
theres really not much we can do
tired of bieng cat box fools
walk away from this
is the only answer
you know its true
only the cat box stands between me and you
Anonymous
- Saturday, December 29, 2001 at 00:31:52 (PST)


"The Check for the Cat Box Dancing Lessons Just Bounced"

Ca
by the way in case you guys would like to know, I need to change my cat box, I can smell it from here.
Pretynd
- Tuesday, December 25, 2001 at 20:32:49 (PST)


"The Day the Bottom Dropped Out of the Cat Box"

The Cat Box Christ was tossed
into the hey stack like loaded dice
pan drippings would be boiling water
and Maria worked at the factory
in the projection molding deptament
until the water proof boots adventure
for the baby cat box christ was finished
fire erupted on the set of the nativity scene
and going mobile was not as easy
as just pulling your trailer from here to there

the holy candy cane striped tumourous camel
was worshiped as a false god
and then loaded for the launch
we all waited for the concrete to dry
writing our names in the sand with a heart around it
Anonymous
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 16:22:17 (PST)


Influence of Eve
-darrian-

Light falls upon shadows from my past
Illuminating the truths I have long denied
While shadows fall on my uncertain future
Hiding from my eyes the path that was once clear
My mind expands, growing in leaps and bounds
Far more quickly than my body can match
I press the boundaries of my morality
Awaiting the final count of which are left
Standing yet in the aftermath
Daily I reinvent myself, seeking an identity
Constantly shifting realities become a playground
In which I distract myself from reality
I equate my being with the people in my life
And with those who have long since left
Wondering always how things could have been
Different had only she'd stayed
Different had only I left
I seek definition with incomplete
Puzzles, the pieces always missing
Frustrate me and entice me
How long before the next mystery comes along?

Darrian
- Monday, December 24, 2001 at 13:12:27 (PST)


Hey, Travis...
do you think this Cat Box Epic can rival your
"Rat Acid Bible"?
Eve
- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 22:18:36 (PST)


must be really nice to be with someone
you're actually into
and as the neighbors play their Cuban Jigaboo tunes well into 3am
I can only wonder if you feel half-the-same
chica-boom
Yes I fell asleep to dreams of me and you in our Robinson Family treehouse
complete with pendulant moss, wilting ivy, and smell of split trunk
I'm married to your sideburns
Ah
*home*



I still remember new Barbie house Christmases
when I spent hours sitting on the floor picking out her tiny kitchen utensils from their plastic factory frameworkings and assembling her fridge till my ass fell asleep
things could'nt be better it seemed
small, poseable rubber...with a face.


"performance art material"
....heh.
more like: "a waste of space"
Eve
- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 20:14:27 (PST)


"I don't like that Cat Box"

I don't like that cat box
I don't like that cat box
I don't like that cat box
or that gravel trail mix blend

I don't like that cat box
I don't like that cat box
I don't like that cat box
wish that it was the end

I don't like that cat box
I don't like that cat box
I don't like that cat box
I gotta tell you again
Anonymous
- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 19:30:19 (PST)


"The Day My Cat Box Ship Comes In"

The day my cat box ship comes in
I'm gonna be so far gone and back again
I can't say that its the end
of you and me
my cat box friend

I've waited and waited
for so long
now and then
the cat box is for real
its not pretend
theres nothing to count on
but lose until you win
that'll be the day
my cat box ship comes in

yeah, the day my cat box ship comes in
I'm gonna stop counting
and smell the roses about right then
the day my cat box ship comes in
Anonymous
- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 19:26:17 (PST)


"Setting Sail in the Cat Box"

Ready to go
I won't be back
this is the end of our love
and all it lacked
kiss you and your sister goodbye
to start off on the right track
I'm setting sail in the Cat Box
Anonymous
- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 19:19:24 (PST)


"The Cat Box Bastard has gone mental"

The Cat Box Bastard
has gone mental
wish he would use a pencil
then he could erase all the mistakes
like every single cat box poem he made

The Cat Box Bastard
has gone mental
instead of buying a cat box
he should have got a rental
then at least he could take it back
instead of every day
blaming it all on Edward Lowe
for the baseboard shit bath
Anonymous
- Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 19:15:32 (PST)

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