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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?
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I don't know why I do that fer?
How come I do that fer?
Now,why'd I do that?
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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?
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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
travis with a map facing north on 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 |
