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I love you and I wanna die
Anonymous
- Friday, September 07, 2001 at 23:35:14 (PDT)

Today Is My Day

Papers and thoughts scattered around
a scientific mind spinning out of control
where is the balance who is real around me
there is no where to run the door is shut
these people are so not aware of what I am thinking
and honestly they have a right to know the truth
according to a perspective committed to finding out
the devine truth and the special properties that lie deep within the nature that we as humans, scientists still cannot understand because their story of creation under the explanation of the bible needs to be modified to accommodate the possibility that plants, animals, insects, mammals, humans, and whatever else is living are equally important in their value and properties as humans and should therefore be treated accordingly when trying to understand their value and properties. This is where it can become tricky. With so many possibilities available to those who care to interpret the value and properties of the equal co-existing life forms the answer to understanding the medicinal, and other beneficial purposes that help mankind survive without depleting or disrespecting their natural ability to produce ingredients that help us humans survive would never be a one singled answer. But we are used to that in life right? Most of us have been at one time in their life in possession of a thought embraced by realization that life is not a matter of black and white or cut and dry or this way or that way. We have come to realize this because we have been shown in our daily lives through the situations that we go through that there is a grey area as well. An area where choice and judgement must be excercised by us in order for the situation to carry on to its completion which then sets you up for another situation but also keeping in mind that situations can and do occur simultanously causing the choice and judgement execution on behalf of us to be a definite must. Now that we have been shown this grey area, how is it possible without some sort of guilt to carry on without batting an eye?
Anonymous
- Friday, September 07, 2001 at 12:41:56 (PDT)

There is no way...


We had our chance
many moons ago
so this time apart
has not been for us
it has made difference
between you and me
and we are not joined
like I thought at the heart

I too love loosing my mind
to the words that flow so naturally
from the vocabulary that I have created
from years of reading, listening and learning
I too like the feeling of saying something right
and knowing that you didn't delibrately make those
serious of words come out in that exact order without the help of the devine order that is loosing your mind.
Anonymous
- Friday, September 07, 2001 at 12:14:33 (PDT)

One Last Time

I must move on and
quit thoughts of you
we are not eternity
there is someone else
to come for each of us
even though astrologically
we were the same
even though we were one
year far apart
even though mentality
we were stimulated
and the list goes on.



Undelivered Passion

In the late of the night sometimes
I am drawn to the awe of the outside
laying under the billions of stars
I therefore for hours do reside

Prior preparation for this awesome event
had me awaken into another mindset
the earth grounding sounds of Gabriel
made relaxation my drug instead of the real thing
I am free to with you experiment the wonders of life



Anonymous
- Friday, September 07, 2001 at 12:06:12 (PDT)

your presence can be felt
within facets of my life
it is me strolling down the street
and yet you are inside my head
making all the decisions one step at a time

it is me who smiles to the morning sun
but you are responsible for thinking
that it should be first thing done

we are apart and yet we are beside each other
I remind me of me but still there remains you my brother



today has been rough
one minute I want you
the next is only him
why can't I have both
one as a lover the other as friend?
Anonymous
- Friday, September 07, 2001 at 11:46:29 (PDT)

thanks to you I may loose my house

I never did like you nor
did I ever think I should
you were so close to me
that I could of understood
instead I just left you be

the sun shines in small amounts
and the people not too friendly
I simply do not belong from here
and I refuse to bring them my money
through opening my very own bank account

What I lost was substancial enough to me
that when I close my eyes all I can see
is my life with him and my home gone away
now I understand the importance of knowing you
now the tears they begin to escape down my face

they protect me from you my only true enemy
the one who seeks to destroy me and my confidence
if they cannot share even a little in my success
is this not the case that you are an obstacle
continuing to flow out my eyes and stream down my face?










Anonymous
- Friday, September 07, 2001 at 11:37:07 (PDT)

there's a story that must be told
the same one that must also be heard
for the sole purpose of being understood
that this girl has only a checkered past
filled with delightment and sadness at the same time
she tossed and turned between the two until sadness finally won and she woke to find herself very alone
holding onto nothing but her son's newly assembled gun
should I just go forth and push myself in with a pull of this trigger or should I just sit here and try to imagine it instead?...tbc
Anonymous
- Friday, September 07, 2001 at 11:08:44 (PDT)

out of ryhymes

This little piggy
was drinking from a dog bowl
but I could see it
I just wanted to ride the hole
Anonymous
- Thursday, September 06, 2001 at 20:08:34 (PDT)

"Satans disco dream/field working midget boat people girl"

Dreams of You
How many times I think of you
and put my guitar away dirty
reoccuring dreams of you
I can't count that many
everyday theres songs to you
in a lie where hearts don't have an ending within reason
I waste these dreams too
in a world where reality
is blindsided pretending
with your wings I see
an angel fog
a distance between our eyes
only thought in my mind
is holding a dream
while I am spending it
Anonymous
- Thursday, September 06, 2001 at 20:04:10 (PDT)

Today the pigs are devil dogs
eating death goats
with three leads and a bar chord to love
not to be confused with the bar fly
bar rag we call goodbye
throwing away crosses
feeling crucified
bleeding into a jar


so fuck your mama
yeah duh fuck yo mama
just fuck your mama
while she eats and grazes


Today is over with lovelines scabbed
like bad needle point
I never thought of you
with ten songs to maria on hold
the chourus rips thru the echoes and slides
blaming medical marijana
for anything and everything
burnt memories of nothing
beliving in freedom you can only buy
with more than time
you dont know when to let go
let it all go to hell without you
buy back your soul
or someones close to you
you can't go back to nothing

so fuck your mama
yeah duh fuck yo mama
just fuck your mama
while she eats
niggaz yous is crazEEy
ha ha ha hee
Anonymous
- Thursday, September 06, 2001 at 19:55:25 (PDT)

An Editor

believe it or not but you are going to see me through this even though you are not academic like me
there's an opportunity so rare that I must face
inspite of the fact that I alone am very scared
contraversial thoughts wanted by the minds of others
never before witnessed by anyone other than the original thinker...Is it now the time to share?

will you be my friend, my laison, my confident
eventually maybe it could be that we become lovers
until then I am sequestering your presence for something else other than just merely based on sex.
we can split the costs from you being my editor
cause I've got somethings to say and will need
Anonymous
- Wednesday, September 05, 2001 at 19:15:21 (PDT)

mary had a little lamb, little lamb little lamb
mary had a little lamb
and fleeced him for his dough
rebekah
- Wednesday, September 05, 2001 at 13:55:23 (PDT)

yesterday upon the stair
only half of a man i met was there
his other half was not there again today
i wish that man would go away.
rebekah
- Wednesday, September 05, 2001 at 09:58:42 (PDT)

One of these days I will forget you
when everything is unrecognizable
so there is nothing to consult
therefore all seeming to be not true
never a me and never was there you

I love you and I don't know why
I don't even know you anymore
and its been years since I saw you
you haven't but I have aged with time
you to me were but a mere folklore

There was a connection between us
but it has since then been severed
for neither one of us was understanding
of the love or committment needed at st. 10 bray?
Anonymous
- Wednesday, September 05, 2001 at 08:44:24 (PDT)

the holy lord jesus christ piggie
tried to get up with the dyke he was digging
and she ripped his heart out once or twice
but what really hurt was the railroad spikes
Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 04, 2001 at 22:55:45 (PDT)

the retarded bag lady piggie
panhandles in our parking lot
and its not even rush hour
Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 04, 2001 at 22:52:09 (PDT)

the very sexy red head piggie and her hot friend
got so drunk that they pissed in the parking lot
Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 04, 2001 at 22:50:06 (PDT)

this little piggie wrote bad checks
so I can support his kids
Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 04, 2001 at 22:47:58 (PDT)

The unmedicated pig in her natural habitat

she just wants to lay around and watch cable
Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 04, 2001 at 22:46:32 (PDT)

The unmedicated pig in her natural habitat

She just wants to lay around and watch cable
Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 04, 2001 at 22:44:34 (PDT)

this little pig went to popeyes and wendys

it cost a lot to feed the little piggy
but she was worth every last dime
that sir
is no piggy
that is my wife

Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 04, 2001 at 22:41:27 (PDT)

The little piggie got busted for prostitution
so many times that the health department are
driving around in an unmarked survielance van
looking for miss piggy
in an undercover sting operation

this little piggie went to hell
Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 04, 2001 at 22:36:14 (PDT)

The little piggie got busted for prostitution
so many times that the health department are
driving around in an unmarked survielance van
looking for miss piggy
in an undercover sting operation

this little piggie went to hell
Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 04, 2001 at 22:35:14 (PDT)

The little piggie got busted for prostitution
so many times that the health department are
driving around in an unmarked survielance van
looking for miss piggy
in an undercover sting operation

this little piggie went to hell
Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 04, 2001 at 22:34:44 (PDT)

The little piggie got busted for prostitution
so many times that the health department are
driving around in an unmarked survielance van
looking for miss piggy
in an undercover sting operation
Anonymous
- Tuesday, September 04, 2001 at 22:33:40 (PDT)

jack sprat could eat no fat
his wife could eat no lean
but being cannibles,
they quickly ate evryone in towm
rebekah
- Tuesday, September 04, 2001 at 15:44:21 (PDT)

this little piggy went to market
and sold for 5 bucks a pound.
rebekah
- Tuesday, September 04, 2001 at 15:41:03 (PDT)

A Prayer

I thank the creator for all that I have
For all that I will have
For the chances
Be they the first, second or the third
I give thanks for my family
My father, my mother, my brother
I give thanks for my family
My aunts and uncles, my cousins, young and old
I give thanks for the family I have never met
My grandfather and grandmother
Those that passed, those that will
The one I have yet to meet
I give thanks for my friends
The ones I had
The ones I have
The ones I will have
For their family’s, mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters
For the children they have
For the children they may have someday
I give thanks for the squirrel that stopped, just to say hi
And his lover/friend in the tree across the way
I give thanks for the birds above, singing their song
I give thanks for the animals in the forest and the eagle up above
For the bear and the deer, for the otter and the loon
For all animals small and large and in-between
I give thanks for this rock before me
For the people that will sit here to rest
For the day when it’s worn down to a pebble stuck in the shoe of a child
I give thanks for life
I give thanks for love
I give thanks for hope



KEN
- Monday, September 03, 2001 at 05:53:44 (PDT)

this just in
thats not the atkins
that was the chinless monkey feeder
and shes got a head ache
medication will not help
- Sunday, September 02, 2001 at 20:19:15 (PDT)

my wife is no good
yes
she wears the diamonds on the souls of her shoes
just like the paul simon song
and I..me nessicita mucho deniero
because she throws away gold rings
into the garbage,for me
she is noholla noholla noholla
noholla noholla noholla
to much trouble
I was attacked
yes she bite me here ands here and here
mucho loco this girl
Anonymous
- Sunday, September 02, 2001 at 20:17:08 (PDT)

something?
No
Nothing?
you want Something?
I get you something
yes


Anonymous
- Sunday, September 02, 2001 at 20:11:56 (PDT)

welp,the atkins are homeless
and coming to live with us

mental institutations are waiting
the govenment will pay for you to be crazy
but until they get you a set down town
you can live here
sniff the cat box
screen plays for retards are us
- Sunday, September 02, 2001 at 20:08:48 (PDT)

you are so beautiful
please,please
yes
Anonymous
- Sunday, September 02, 2001 at 20:04:46 (PDT)

you are to much bonita
for me to look at
you are an angel
yes yes anything anything
I love you

you are to beautiful for me
and your eyes
your eyes are...brown

yes mine are green

sometimes..
come back
Anonymous
- Sunday, September 02, 2001 at 20:03:45 (PDT)

butterfly kisses on my body,
your long black hair covering your handsome face
i dont kow how to feel
is this all a lie
is this just a dream, yours or mine
along my body, shivers move up
my nails scrap along your back
your sexy little bites touch me like a dream
i should feel bad, this cant be right
i know in my mind there is no truth
that your just want me for something to do
but your little sweet kisses
and your sexy dream-like bites
are holding me there
Lessa Rose.......e-mail me and tell me how it is
- Saturday, September 01, 2001 at 10:31:43 (PDT)

bad wife,bad, bad!
no,no!
Anonymous
- Friday, August 31, 2001 at 23:12:41 (PDT)

confusion pours from a mind in here
where is the rhyme, reason or logic
in your words through those prayers
lies a voice filled with worries a
heart overcrowded with many tears

why so angry? what has made you this way?
to take life and wish it would go away
howcome you are so afraid of life itself?
where is your drive that passion you used to have?
you have changed but really you have not changed at all


time will balance you out whether you like it or not
painsteaking the process does not have to be if you
would only remove the confusion that holds you down
why not step back for a moment and then you will see
that life does not have to be about hating all that is around...why would you not agree with me on this one?

Anonymous
- Thursday, August 30, 2001 at 18:05:56 (PDT)

at the crossroads stood a lesbian conversion project
of my very own
blond and pissed off
and in a endless web of runways stood her sister
winning every dream weaved into fantasy contest series
every movement interception
honey do my laundry
do it yourself
honey have some cheese cake
fuck off
seat down
rag bandage tea
wait and wait to see your face
get the fuck away from me
will you marry me
whatever that shit means
today yesterday
no no more mccartny shut
the doors
everyone is dead
except that old guy from the movies
yeah he died a long time ago
no
yeah
fish breath enters swollen
half baked
the model glides areodynamiclly in silk
a gallon of coffee is pissed away
holes are burned into the lungs
this is no science
true
I'm feeding a pig/animal
theres no art to it at this point
theres no music live dead
a dramatic lack of balanced thought
a nursery ryhyme from hell
what if I got what I ask for
and was stuck with
one level of thought
too late
why dont you blow your brains out
a yes message
Anonymous
- Thursday, August 30, 2001 at 00:47:41 (PDT)

I hear the light is on


eve
- Monday, August 27, 2001 at 17:11:04 (PDT)

electric mail order bride
with lessons could be generic
groomed into the
throat of a phillipino
I know this is not love
sandwiched with lies for answers
out of reach until I no longer care
only serving purpose
angering the dream
she is music my thoughts
Anonymous
- Sunday, August 26, 2001 at 23:21:56 (PDT)

Choked art,strangled love lines,and wasted time
by
Travis Ray Cole

On the 35th day of the exibition
the wife they appointed me refuses her garbage duties
and though shes much better looking
than the others around
shes nothing compared to the princess she replaced

With no rose pedals for her to walk on
I refuse offers to trade her
for her sister daily
overall she is the better cook

It started out as a wet T shirt contest
and worked its way into a domestic
still we dance and sing like nothing happened

I look into her eyes and promise her Vegas
but I probally will have to buy
her tattoos of my name and shoes

Its as though we both understand forever
at least what it means
and I know if I keep holding on
one day she won't be there anymore
like my heart
empty
out of guitars
I will say what I really feel
And I'm sure it's love this time
with the part about it costing two less
to live than one
because she does all the things
I waste it all on
as shes jealose of Maria
I have yet to think of you
she is fun
she really is
Anonymous
- Sunday, August 26, 2001 at 01:31:36 (PDT)

Goodbyes

Why must you leave me behind,
I stand here and cry alone.
You come close,
I walk to you,
We kiss our last breathless kiss.
You bring me into your house,
And sit me down on a chair.
You said, "It's for the best,"
I don't believe you now.
"Why must you leave for war?" I ask
You say, "Because the country needs me."

I need you so, to hold, to cherish
I embrace you once more
You say, "We still have time."
You close my eyes and lead me into your room,
I keep them closed until you say.
My eyes open to see you standing there naked,
In all your beauty, grace, and strength.
You pull me close and unbutton my shirt,
We fall onto the bed and start making sweet love.
We stay for an hour but you say you must go,
We get up and fall again and you miss your bus.
Touch me baby, all over and more,
Oh yes, yes, more, more.
Uh, ooh, yesssssssss.





Anonymous
- Tuesday, August 21, 2001 at 10:26:15 (PDT)

The Night
The night is filled with splender,
More than one can feel.
Come with me my fair one,
come and feel it with me.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, August 21, 2001 at 10:10:28 (PDT)

SCHOOL IS STARTING YIPPPEEE
YOU AREN'T ATTENING ??? SORRY TO
HEAR IT......YOU ARE SO VERY SMART
DON'T GIVE UP YOUR DREAM JUST BECAUSE YOU
HAVE A FEW DOLLARS IN YOUR POCKET RIGHT NOW.
PRESS ON AND BE THE PERSON YOU KNOW YOU CAN BE.
AND DUMP THE LOOSER FRIENDS AND BOYFRIEND YOU ARE
SO MUCH MORE BETTER THAN THE WHOLE LOT OF THEM.












eB
- Monday, August 20, 2001 at 16:08:55 (PDT)

The Rats brought the roaches into my Cadillac
But Satan's on the rag
this ain't no dream
I had more girlfriends when I was with her
and just as many lies to believe

I got the _____ blues from somewhere
why no one kept track of what this will cost me
lies on a map to remind me
empty seeds,endless leads
I can't even get a fat ugly bitch
with a moustache to want me
if this aint the blues
someone explain it to me

its like I was born in a chrysler
there ain't no luck
your love is poison
listen to some other womans lies
your laugh always fucks with me
so now your sister is looking better
and gives me reason to believe
its like someone said "it's only money"
if this ain't the blues
please tell me

busting up all the pieces left of my heart
you can't play faster with seven strings
it never mattered if anyone could love you
or if you ever gave anything to me
if you are a camaro or just a hollow heartless
six string
non-existant to the empty empty calander
wrapped in a promise of lies
sold as dreams
stabbing me in the heart,mind in the side
until she s all my eyes see
then walks right away from
everytime
until I don't wanna think

the solo leaves me alone
each note makes my heart bleed
I've gambled before so I know
if this aint pain I'm feeling
I don't wanna know it
theres nothing blue
the clock stopped on grey is all it means

so what is it that your singing
meanings are distorted
Anonymous
- Monday, August 20, 2001 at 01:26:10 (PDT)

i am lost
confuzed
crying
dieing
so what should i do now,
should i cry, because i want to
should i die because im lost
what should i do
answer me this
y do u say u care
y do u pretend
y do u hide things from me

Lessa Rose.....email me and tell me what u think
- Friday, August 17, 2001 at 17:56:42 (PDT)

hear ye hear ye
all the votes are in and have been counted!

The official winner
Miss Summer 2001
by a landslide

CARRIE


Anonymous
- Thursday, August 16, 2001 at 23:42:27 (PDT)

4 and 40 extremes
what's up with all the single parent-men
hovering around in the same aisles as I
in every Drugstore on Earth
do I scream
"Hey, I'm available to be your fuck buddy, and then take care of your 3 year old while you go knock a few
back with your buddies"?
I think I must.
Can I just look for some retractable pencil lead refils without being stared down by a man twice my age, Goddamit?
Is a girl allowed to be free to choose her maxi pads in peace
Can I pick up my double fudge ripple in tranquility, please...
Shopping Cart Maven
Eve
- Thursday, August 16, 2001 at 23:11:53 (PDT)

~PlaytimeIsOver~
I did not consume the flame
so the flame consumed me
It ignighted my body
and scattered my ashes to leaves

Flying to the oceans
past the great plains
there in the water
grew a great stain

Once brilliant red
faded to a eggplant-blue
oh the wonderous things
that children can do
SweetieEvil
- Wednesday, August 15, 2001 at 22:11:57 (PDT)

~InaudibleWords~
When water was like fire
And song kept me still
Love knew no slaughter
and push never came

My heart knew not of winter
When sunshile poured over blunderstones

I danced on the ethereal.
SweetieEvil
- Wednesday, August 15, 2001 at 22:05:09 (PDT)

transfusion

death in the heart of my womb
now finally empty
just blood and smelly filling
the silence before,
knowing the stillness in there before noonethe stomach slack and big, a graveyard of hope and pridedidnt know i loved you so much untill
too late
too late

the pain and the silent screaming inside me
sleep sleep
soon is all over
the urge to stay awake, to see and to feel
pain wellcomes you
pain is good for u,
fighting off insanity of the whys

the sharp crack inside as the water broke
and a different sensation of not understanding not taking in at all
the one the red the backward,small and looked just like u
spraying the nurses with the second´s water
the big the light with the fluid halo who looked just like me
blood in the hospital shower
pieces of me leaving
nothin to stop it, no turning back, this is forever
and i couldnt bring myself to hold you, as my love cried beside me
and i couldnt bring myself to cry
there is no way of telling if u survive or crack

days later
string of lust reaching for u and life and my lover of a lifetime
my soulmate and twinsoul and i cant help but symbolizing all the way to the grave we havent chose yet

before entering the chapel
looking at his face was the only releave in seeing you there
staring at death now finally got the hold of you, seeking comfort in your burning before your pretty little faces turns to skelettons compltetely

Saga, my lovely daughter, red and evilish features, my alien with the gasping mouth, the image of your father who baptised you
William, my dearest little son, shining and childish, sleeping so hard, the image of your mother who baptised you

The hardest part was to walk out on you
not able to grasp that you where dead and long gone
just wanted to protect you
as the evil priestwoman made the sign of carrying you away in her arms
bitch

I am so sad i couldnt protect you, every nerve and muscle in me screaming out for the danger ahead of you
though the worst already happened

Tonight was the night they burned you
fire in my womb bleeding me tired
fire on your fathers skin, burning him awake and silent

And i want to cover him and soothe him
i just dont know how
if leaving him alone and distant in his other world is the best way of self-repairing
or if i should wake him and make him cry and cry and cry till his guts spills all over me
taking his pain away
filling him with something else
that i just dont have a word for
yet
k
- Wednesday, August 15, 2001 at 08:43:39 (PDT)

Time wasted

I'll never mean
what you want from me
ripping off empty devil wings
I guarentee you gifts I can't spend
love me love end
automatically
I can see
you never did love him or me
nothing sing nothing
shedding feelings
all my heart is empty dreams
somebody lied
something tells me
you and I have
different fantasies
lies left inside the dreams
all there iis endinds
tell me whats it supposed to mean
Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 15, 2001 at 01:58:29 (PDT)

beso
desecho..
antes..
dolor
los ojos marrones

Anonymous
- Monday, August 13, 2001 at 23:49:09 (PDT)

Hagar you missed again is the message

could you look into having your tumour
sculpted
so you can see behind yourself
at least slightly
or maybe have rear view mirrors installed

The Grand Hagar river was home to many a river boat in the early 1880's
and many of the first settlers sold out to the anti- tumour collition against the awful band of cat box jesus' entered in the rodeo registration of 1900
St. Peter Paul and lucifer rediscovered the island of
McShit on the far northeast corner of the aforementioned CatBox,whilst the twight light was laminated with Kitty Litter star formations
glittering with dead rust besides an empty postcard to Gina the river of shit flows nowhere
eleven tuna sausage disco disco this is not a drill
Anonymous
- Sunday, August 12, 2001 at 23:25:07 (PDT)

"To Many Politoes"

Yes Honeypie,you are too much beautiful
for my eyes
and I can not look away
or thru you with a thousand rays of light
blocking any reflection
any vision
of anything around you
so wee wee
you are diablo

"under the spell"
me

maas bonita than any other
endings mean nothing
I see it in your eyes
how do you look
I want you for mine
how do you say
come on Honey YES!,
You know I wanna get up with you,
So why do you break my heart
Anonymous
- Sunday, August 12, 2001 at 01:38:21 (PDT)

Closure
=======

no regrets here
better to know
then to always
wonder why

memories covered with dirt
and placed into the ground
may all of it rest in peace
never to surface again

self~reflection served
to show the escapism
I often engaged in
and now I see the light

I was overwhelmed with numbness
when the pain finally set in
grabbing my heart and my soul
shaking them for all their sins

then there was you to that I
must put to its final rest place
different from where the memories
will lie silently forever and ever

instead you will remain in the year
that you and I met until the time
where it had to be for us the end
so to you I say goodbye my wizard like friend
Anonymous
- Thursday, August 09, 2001 at 20:47:25 (PDT)

Didn't want to have to say Goodbye
==================================
BUT


tried to love you but
only hurt you in the end

tried to be a friend but
only ever managed to never change

tried to be something I know I am not but
only now realize I could have been kind, since and genuine

tried to change my need to be mean but
only to discover it might be too late.


Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 08, 2001 at 21:39:26 (PDT)

no need to wonder anymore
cause life made it possible
for our paths to cross over
as we walked the same walk
and we talked the same talk
both of us afraid of ourselves
but never of the other

why was that I wonder
how come it was like that
it was just a wicca fantasy
you created in your bored head
to ease the pain of your life
that you too created because
of who you are and how you so live
you know who you are because I know
who I am and since you are me then you
should know who this is shouldn't you?




Anonymous
- Wednesday, August 08, 2001 at 21:10:29 (PDT)

hey diddle diddle the cat ate the fiddle
the cow jumped over the moon
(the cat ate her too)
the little dog laughed to see such sport
and the cat ate the little dog too
rebekah
- Tuesday, August 07, 2001 at 20:13:50 (PDT)

jack and jill fell off the hill
fetching a pail of water
jack went splat
and he was flat
and jill attracted ants
rebekah
- Tuesday, August 07, 2001 at 20:12:28 (PDT)

baa baa black sheep
have you any wool?
i did until my master shaved me,
now im bald.
rebekah
- Tuesday, August 07, 2001 at 20:11:47 (PDT)

Never had more of a reason to cry
Never had a reason to die
Never thought twic about what i had done
Never though about my future to come

Until now, mt face and pillow soaked
Unitl i have no hope
Unitl now every thing was crazy
Until now everyting is hazy

Never had to deal with my own bad news
Never had a regret about what I choose
Never had a thought about the past
Never did anything catch up so fast

Unitl now i know how hard it is to be the bearer
Until now i know what its like to be the scared one
Unitl now did i know what its like to want to earase
Unitl now did i fall on my face

Never did i have a problem finding the words
Never did i know that whats bad gets worse
Never did i need a friend more
Neve did i feel more like a whore

Until now im speechles and cant explain
Until now o i know that meaning of pain
Until now when most has sunk in
Until now when i won't ave a chance again


Snow Roses AKA Red Roze
- Tuesday, August 07, 2001 at 18:38:22 (PDT)

I saw you in my dreams,
I didnt think u were real.
But it always seems,
you know just how i feel.

I never thought you would care,
or erver take a second look at me.
Now all you can do i stare
at the angel you see.

You come and go like the beeze
a quick kiss before you leave me
sets my soul at ease.
You say " I'll call you later sweetie.

I just had to see my sweetheart,
Its been to long, well over a year,
that we've been apart.
Till i see you again my dear."
Snow Roses aka Red Roze
- Tuesday, August 07, 2001 at 16:20:03 (PDT)

I saw you in my dreams,
I didnt think u were real.
But it always seems,
you know just how i feel.

I never thought you would care,
or erver take a second look at me.
Now all you can do i stare
at the angel you see.

You come and go like the beeze
a quick kiss before you leave me
sets my soul at ease.
You say " I'll call you later sweetie.

I just had to s4ee my sweetheart,
Its been to long, well over a year,
that we've been apart.
Till i see you again my dear."
Snow Roses aka Red Roze
- Tuesday, August 07, 2001 at 16:19:50 (PDT)

i sit here alone
"jane says" playing on my computor
this song makes me think of you
while not to far away
you lay with him
your arm across him
his face is in your dreams

yet you are in mine
night after night
i yearn to feel
your lips on mine
your hand in mine
your arm around me in the night

i'm just the friend
the one you keep around
so that you can talk about him
get a mans point of view
i listen just to hear your voice
just to be near you

everytime i see you with him
my heart breaks
and you will never know
i will never have the courage
you'll never read the words i write
or realize just how much i love you

this is my life
to yearn for you
hoping that one day i can tell you
and you won't tell me its wrong


KEN
- Monday, August 06, 2001 at 22:35:17 (PDT)

THIS IS ME

I dont know what to say
Are you disapointed in me
What can I do
To make you see

That this is the way I am
That its hard to change my ways
Take me as I am
Till the end of days

Can you accept
Me for me
Every fault
Every insecurity

Or do you need me to change
Be something fake
Someone Im not
Loose all thats at stake

My free will
My personality
Isnt this what you loved
Its really a pity

This is me
Take me or walk away
Accept me
And stay

KEN
- Monday, August 06, 2001 at 22:27:10 (PDT)

Anything and Everything

It isn’t often good things happen
In a world such as this
You get used to the bad things
Learn to cherish the good things

I cherish you
A smile that says you care
The understanding in your voice
The look in your eyes

I never believed in angels
That something so special could exist
But then I met you
And my life changed for the best

The great conversations
Be they drunken or sober
I’ll never forget them
Or the impact they had

Shared with you my fears
My dreams
Everything and anything
And you listened

I will listen too
To your dreams
And your fears
Anything and everything


(Written for Beth, my personal Angel)
KEN
- Monday, August 06, 2001 at 22:22:36 (PDT)

She is his baby doll,
everytime he is near she falls.
She falls from grace,
head first into a better place.
He calls her sweety,
calls her baby,
his.
She likes being in his arms and misses
his kisses.
There is something about him,
about him she just cant touch,
about him she cant see,
cant feel.
When she sees him she melts,
and whenever his presence is felt.
There is nothing he doesnt know,
doesnt see,
doesnt hear.
They gaze into each otheres eyes,
to him she cant lie.
Not one word is untrue,
pain full,
or rude.
It seems to good to be true.
Even when they argue,
they are still cute,
still sweet,
still together.
But, she will always be,
his sweety,
his babydoll,
his baby,
his.

this is one of my faves. i put it up a while ago but i dont know if it is still up. so here it is again. ill put something newer up i soon. i have had majors write block.
snow roses
- Monday, August 06, 2001 at 20:01:39 (PDT)

"Where"
Anonymous
- Sunday, August 05, 2001 at 23:26:27 (PDT)

hey wheres the 36 love poems
I wrote to kathy on here yesterday?
where are they?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Anonymous
- Sunday, August 05, 2001 at 22:48:53 (PDT)

"my own advice"

the only thing that matters
is that look in her eyes
must steal her away from that bastard
at any cost sacrafice anything lost
that look
her eyes
he/noone else exists
get it

she is to much beautiful
to look at
must somehow spend more momentoes like this
this looking into her eyes
making her laugh
smile
he doesnt exist

no more alone
no more

she is a goddess
must win the war of emotion
at some point she is yours
to much time invested into her
to start over now again
what makes her laugh
do it
what makes her smile
do you want this or not?
hell yeah
Anonymous
- Friday, August 03, 2001 at 23:25:38 (PDT)

the stench of cattle piss stampeeds you
when you walk in the door
its only the cat box fumes killing us
help
Anonymous
- Friday, August 03, 2001 at 23:05:07 (PDT)

she touched my arm
and i played it off
like it meant nothing
like i it was funny
but i can still feel her touch

why did i have to fall in love
with someone i can never have
my best friends girl

i met her first
why isn't she mine



KEN
- Friday, August 03, 2001 at 21:46:15 (PDT)

Did I ever?
it's alright if you say it and don't mean it

I just understood because of what context it was placed in
still, I can't beat down your lies
selfish auto-complication
deep within the maze paths
of his intricate confusion
I don't think he ever knew why
(it's only a motherfucking coffee stain)

shirttail truth
unforgiving honesty
unforgiving fluorescent light
bathroom tile sterility
deep and utter miserable frustration
>>>>>>
it's about that time
Like I care you care
- Monday, July 30, 2001 at 21:39:19 (PDT)

His youthfullness flowed thru me like the rivers of time.

Knowing no boundaries, just sweet unadulterated lust.
Skin on skin. Sweat intermingled with Sweat. AHHHHH
the pleasures of a beautiful young man. I revel in them!! He revels in my gracefullness with him, my
patience and my wisdom.....I long for his innocence
his easy laughter and most of all his sweet wake-me
up in the mornin kisses. GOD love is GREAT.







The happiest woman in the world !!!!
topoftheworldlookingdownatya@yahoo.com
- Sunday, July 29, 2001 at 01:06:50 (PDT)

"Expanded Limits"

Not enough space
the Cat Box called out and runneth over
spilling into the floor
anexxing itself into a Cats Cat box
for it had needs of its own
with a moat in the making

ES Cat CA-CA EL ROAD CONE IS DANGER DANGER PELIGRO

UNA CA CA DOSE CA CA MUCHO CA CA NO MAAS DIAZ CA CA
POR FAVOR LA CASA ES UM RIO LA CA CA NADA
DIOS RAPIDO NO MORE CA CA
GRATS
crying
drowning cockroach cat shit cart of cat shit soups
AND INTO THE NIGHT THE CAT BOX EXPANDED
into its own area code
divided by pie
ala kitty litter pies caked on the sides of the wall
eating its way thru paper or plastic
Anonymous
- Friday, July 27, 2001 at 00:17:57 (PDT)

The pain of hope,
rain on a cracked window,
sting an open wound,
torn by pasts, presents and futures.

A break in the cloud; you.
warmth on a window,
an unexpected warmth,
giving you time to fix the crack.

The crack is fixed and you are afraid.
It is clear and pure like a soul; a heart; a mind.
A window you can see in,
and start to feel and understand.

You turn to run; to flee; afraid.
And look back to see if it is safe.
and it is; the window is gone.
shattered.

Eric Hosick
- Wednesday, July 25, 2001 at 00:59:23 (PDT)

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

Anonymous
- Tuesday, July 24, 2001 at 23:55:08 (PDT)

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
Anonymous
- Tuesday, July 24, 2001 at 00:57:07 (PDT)

"The goats are all empty now,Satan"

Roxy,my beautiful Roxy
there is no way to your streets
no way to your soul
close your eyes to remember
fools
throwing away gold
wasted
lines tying a tangled tale
to burn through with hollow eyes
always
Always
- Tuesday, July 24, 2001 at 00:31:41 (PDT)

may the gods of the almost empty milk cartons bless you
Anonymous
- Monday, July 23, 2001 at 23:27:42 (PDT)

Im tired of fucking my cousins leftovers.
What do I look like, Gladware????
It hurts to be so ugly and fat while she
is charasmatic and so organized.

It hurts to have to wait for her to use up her love
and then toss me the mangled remains to try and scrap
something for myself. It hurts to be an only child
with no family, no sister, no brother, no nephews or
neices, no family get togethers. It hurts and Im
crying inside. GOD I am so sorry I forsake you I do
believe in you and I know you will see me thru this
somehow......no matter now wrong I've been.








Anonymous
- Monday, July 23, 2001 at 21:01:37 (PDT)

no one could care this much

Dont bother bothering
because I'm long gone
there must be something
your wanting
or you've wasted more dreams
of trading your soul
when gods mean nothing
except how much will this cost you
without time and careless lies
Anonymous
- Saturday, July 21, 2001 at 02:28:41 (PDT)

The coffee addicted war monger blues band broke up to stay getting back together
and the hieght of the hype
was a designated wall between
anything and everything
and she was always everything
like a reason to quit applying
unexpected apathy
unlike her wasted baited obession
life was serving refills
but who could aquire a taste of gasoline
Anonymous
- Saturday, July 21, 2001 at 01:08:12 (PDT)

sounds like a frieght train
her whisper
only missing something she said

dying is nothing
I do it again and again

Anonymous
- Saturday, July 21, 2001 at 00:56:10 (PDT)

poems and excuses
line of lies
Anonymous
- Thursday, July 19, 2001 at 00:16:28 (PDT)

"I'm not the one who farted"

It was'nt me
I swear
I'm not the one who farted
I'd hate to see you out smarted
gasmask duct tape
nose hairs burning
I'm not the one
the stench keeps starting
I'm not the one
I'm really not the one
====
- Thursday, July 19, 2001 at 00:13:49 (PDT)

"Time"
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
Anonymous
- Wednesday, July 18, 2001 at 21:27:08 (PDT)

what hearts
had they
more capable
of feeling
more unstable
more volatile
more used
and intuitive
what could mine know
that they had not experienced
and fostered with words
what could my heart possibly know
not a fog
not a veil
not clouds
not anymore
Anonymous
- Wednesday, July 18, 2001 at 16:16:17 (PDT)

rust coffee ruined insides
filtered piano close your eyes
wasted dreams thoughts denied

Anonymous
- Tuesday, July 17, 2001 at 22:32:37 (PDT)

wasting coffee on the war
hot and cold running coffee
thru the middle of the wars
core beneath the ground
road kill sacrafice
iron mill swamps
where nothing lives and the thought process is a strangled vein
Anonymous
- Monday, July 16, 2001 at 21:08:50 (PDT)

Coffee for the war

The recession was imaginary
a diet of lies to feed into
libary of indecent illiteracy
to choke on

Anonymous
- Monday, July 16, 2001 at 20:56:58 (PDT)

"Coffee from the war"
Coffees from the war
Save your souless dreams
heartess dramatic lies
clouded with heaven
theres nothing down here for me
coffee from the new war
saved for ever extended
leaked memories of nothing
grounds for an ending
turn this into nothing
Anonymous
- Monday, July 16, 2001 at 20:50:52 (PDT)

"Coffee from the war"

Save your souless dreams
heartess dramatic lies
clouded with heaven
theres nothing down here for me
coffee from the war
saved for ever more
leaked memories of nothing
grounds for an ending
turn this into nothing
mourning depression defeat

we never agreed to go out in the woods
and have pillow fights with the rabbits
Anonymous
- Monday, July 16, 2001 at 20:47:17 (PDT)

there's one born every minute
Anonymous
- Saturday, July 14, 2001 at 14:24:54 (PDT)

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
Anonymous
- Saturday, July 14, 2001 at 02:04:38 (PDT)

who hates you mother fucker you know she does
who hates you mother fucker you know she does
she hates you mother fucker you know she does
Anonymous
- Saturday, July 14, 2001 at 01:35:46 (PDT)

noones ever going to live again
in an 8 by ten white room
cable ready with toiletries

recycled recycled recycled
carcus carcus carcus
afterbirth
death of a thousand dreams
there will never be peace in your head
when what you killed..was'nt a dream

still born brain chemical saved
like jesus christs reborne endings
empty of life though dead as could be
recycled carcus afterbirth
blood and death
rotting

recycled carcus afterbirth rotting in its room
no
!
- Saturday, July 14, 2001 at 01:32:59 (PDT)

"Leisure union war vs.free oil for 3rd world tax us"

leisure union war vs.free oil for 3rd world tax us
Wheels
intersections divide
doped with fantasy no lottery
so you'll keep working for tomorrow
keeping the fat fat

with green print

electric power
line thru it
the fight to oppress
ten thousand american dreams to change
and colonize the new war
lovingly wrapped around
the recycled depression state

we tripped for a minute
we had to go back
into the past to look for it
we tripped for a minute
and thats all there was left
in the mirrors face
it took more than a fin off
insane,but the clock needs more chain
the gears turn on the edge of nothing
trying to be noone
right there in front of me

noone found out theres always a tomorrow
but a benz but a benz
but a benz suv
is only temporary

so he wanted his line back
everybodys gotta die
but nobody can be free

we tripped for a minute
we had to go back
into the past to look for it
we tripped for a minute
and thats all there was left
in the mirrors face
crazy people
Do you have to talk about kennedy anymore
don't you know what your getting into
war can we love the past
straight outta hell
and if there was a cross threaded lesbian mafia
they would'nt vote for releigion
in the first place
war rooms of police state

Say fuck with me
there was blondes and blondes
out around the inside
and,a girl like you did'nt apply.
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net
pigs feets
- Saturday, July 14, 2001 at 01:24:36 (PDT)

it was a privilege
and a pleasure
Anonymous
- Friday, July 13, 2001 at 05:00:49 (PDT)

thanks for the wire cutters
peace
Anonymous
- Thursday, July 12, 2001 at 23:29:34 (PDT)

"Crowded Dreams"

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
BIG MIKE
- Tuesday, July 10, 2001 at 22:30:10 (PDT)

"The Poet"

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
BIG MIKE
- Monday, July 09, 2001 at 22:45:33 (PDT)

Devil-Girl riding high on her seperation of the family.
Enjoy it while you can you FREAK, GOD will strike you
down when you least expect it.....and maybe your creator should have aborted you like she contemplated at least a dozen times, yes demon-seed you should have been sucked out and placed in a hazardous waste container. Life could have continued and our holidays would have still been something of family and rememberence and not your jealous hatred filled little
cunt of a heart. Have a shit life 'cause you are shit
and shit breeds shit.....but I doubt you can even breed, you have too much testosterone my little hairy
acne riddled pie face cunt.
Anonymous
- Monday, July 09, 2001 at 22:28:20 (PDT)

its ok if your five of my email friends
personality
Anonymous
- Monday, July 09, 2001 at 21:51:08 (PDT)

my next door neighbors
moved in last weekend
she's from Virginia
He worked at the Michigan City Jail
They met through their ex spouses
who met online
between them they have
6 children or so
they say they're in love
and glad they
swaped mates
the children on the other hand
have a general distrust
or disbelief in sound judgment
I hate this, Travis
I hate this stupid made-up world
it's hateful and spiteful
and awful
There are better things...
right?

Big Mike???
- Monday, July 09, 2001 at 19:50:46 (PDT)

"Puppet Strings of Barb Wire"

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
BIG MIKE
- Monday, July 09, 2001 at 02:10:48 (PDT)

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
recycled breakdown
- Monday, July 09, 2001 at 01:50:12 (PDT)

DENIED
Anonymous
- Sunday, July 08, 2001 at 22:27:30 (PDT)

All is vainity!
How many times???
How many times
have you poured thought
into this
VACUUM?!
This ellipsis of
consciousness
(not to mention conscience)
Make a difference
for someone besides
yourself



Anonymous
- Sunday, July 08, 2001 at 14:28:29 (PDT)

Denied!
This Virtual Directory does not allow contents to be listed.
Anonymous
- Saturday, July 07, 2001 at 04:34:25 (PDT)

Say my name, Travis.
Anonymous
- Friday, July 06, 2001 at 20:51:22 (PDT)

"Waiting for Nothing"

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
BIG MIKE
- Monday, July 02, 2001 at 23:07:32 (PDT)

Does a cat with a tumour on his ass
the size of a baseball
shit in the house?
MY ANSWER
- Sunday, July 01, 2001 at 22:32:41 (PDT)

INDEX
WINGED PHILOSOPHY
Robbin with Angel's Wings
The Game
Same Question
Demon Seed
The River
What's in a name
How do you start over
Another Rose
War Room
Filth
Art of Way
Bread and water
Tattoo in mind
Lab rats lament
Mr.Microchip
Dream Catcher
Hi
Signal from nowhere
Smil@
Searching no more
I'd die for you
Inspired
Thought About
Moved
Wendy
The Finger
End of a dream
Sliding alternating thirds
Three of these
Ten Tomorrows
Blood Dust
Locked In
Speed of Light
Prisoner
Day 4258=In the daylight
Popular
Transparent Reflections
Polution
The Angry Customer
Painting the Crossroads
At the Point
Dying Inside
With You Gone
We'll hunt forever
In between us there is daylight
Evaluations
Praise pregnant with compromise
Return
YOU and ME
Strange Lies
Against the Grain
Words without a page to bleed on
Where are the Gods?
A Ballerina to believe in
War Crimes
Giving back all my Crosses
Fetus Cancer
Frozen Rivers of Thought
Yes Dear
Love Cancer
Kiss
Cockroaches in the oatmeal
Hide behind my Guitar
Nice Day for Suicide
Cemetery Road
Overdose
Free Confessions
Shadows
New Mic Girl"{Talking Microchip
Coffee Ground Rodents"(bags of dirt
Betrayed
In your room
Useless Emotion
Hell's Six Strings
Heart Bank
Cool Air
Sex and Tobacco
Road Dreams
She's Complicated
Church Words
The High Priest of Lake Shore Drive
Asbestos
Losin' the Dream
Eye of Newt ,Pigs Eye Newt
Postal Worker
The Wind
Take One
Second Hand
Subliminal implant
Nice View
She was'nt there
Where is she remedy?
Because I love you
Burning Cattle
Genetics
President's Choice Greaseburger with Cheese
Jesus christ pose
Abandoned Machines

If you have comments or suggestions for Travis Ray Cole, you can contact this author at:
oeoeoe@usa.net (Travis Ray Cole)

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

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 on