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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
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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 only disposable humour content
not worth a spell
but mr. bojangles is dead
and work song woody retrieved
so its solved in some minds
its halloween so toilet paper the seat
the once removed scrub criticized
repeat flushing signs
I still cant afford to feed the telemarketing disease
I see the phone ringing
on the plate of I know you don't want to know me
but money is only greed.
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Praise pregnant with compromise
by
Travis Ray Cole
Two on a power trip inside one mind
alias after alias intertwined among dictatorship
praying to credit claimed
recieving awards dressed like Jesus Christ
under a veil of smiles
irrevent only because you don't get it
phases flowered
like another revelation of anger inspired
destructive dance with a verse of bullets in your head
PhD in critque
from the school of ignorance
to me the defination of scroll
interprepts
bieng flogged at the shanty farm booksale
with I cant write
so its alright
that I can not spell a complete sentance correctly
The classical chemistry of the twisted
militant edition of genius
her dedication to the bard of her choice
unearths hidden pedestals
aborting obscure alterations
and germinate only to edit popuarity
recieving reversed passion like
a nuculear fallout of infectious criticism
bleeding out adjectives of hate
in exchange for psychology
failing Literary Spirilla Bacteria 101
monitoring the self induced non-poetic
media’s of paint by numbers archives
responding like a collector of prisoner semen
clearly a hero of opionated
pigments of hate energy
random words reproduced in a binary fussion
under microscopic examination
squeezing maggots out of the skins
of half sentances empting malignant wounded
paragraphs onto projected vomit washed sand stone
recycling misspelled fungi floating
on the surface of every attempt at art
pissing a fresh coat
of a full color spectrum of blind anger
onto a lovely corpse in the attention river pronounced "Java Flush"
washed down with an overdose of lies,like big tobacco
admiring the namedropping hearsay
Winston Churchill was bipolar too.
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Return
by
Travis Ray Cole
Her heart beats like a drum solo
containing as many rythym patterns
as the number of vows
we shatter with time
looked into each others eyes
meaning nothing noone else matters
hearts stop
she is still every thought
every lie sold
dying memory
drenched in the sweat
of empty dreams
receptively alining themselves
with noone elses nonexistant soul
motion stealing vision
in a morbid sense
I decide on nothing
eclipsing life
reflecting the heat of the sun
like a heatless summer
drawing lines against the grain
of every crossroad we pass
alone in thought like cannons aimed at pain
leaving gravity to feel
high speed strobe flashing
eyes move with lies like traffic
a glance at the rain
Her tears rust the guitar strings
the moon hides away the crosshairs
the sun is set
there must be something left inside
her smile gone from her lovely face
somewhere it is written she is mine
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YOU and ME
by
Travis Ray Cole
I watch violins bleed
I chew threw the rings you show me
fine jewlery jealosy
I drink your dirty bath water
stare at the arched curve of your feet
I hear the drums and steal from your wasted dream
I steal from your wasted dream
I see there is tomorrow in the darkness
and death is so far away from me
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Strange Lies
by
Travis Ray Cole
Forked broken loaded ribs
as I try to make it up
to lust colored eyes
I promise her deep into her eyes
the truth is
her and I
on the page where she agrees to the apple that
poisoned
witch
the hunt is over
move the mood
as the full moon lights the tiled voting booth
empty ballroom
we prayed to
I compromise
against hot porn
And I will buy you anything
in asile eleven
within the means of cardboard furniture
to renew our vows
and bet on the new wars
you are still my soul mate for now
and for the curse to be removed you must die
dance to the sound of the wind
leave me with nothing
I steal wings from the angel of hell
call someone else for the under tow measurement
call yourself for the help
wild horses all have mange
uncombed
but the price of animal
fence accounts
stained on your boots
my thought was routine
guru and I are atheletes
and if he didnt have all those crack sores on his face
you could see that
as domestic as car payments murder aniverserys
she left him and works all night at the gas station
while her ten year old helps out until she gets tired
and sleeps in the warm car until six
They are checking my sides for thorns scars and pain
frisking me for guns and love
for you I jammed in the garden
drank the water
tasted the red hairs
refused to wear your ring
in trust
looking thru radon dectors
filming thru the microscope lens
thrust thrown away
back into the well
for you my only
none
outlet camaras
cardboard furniture
on sale
telling me the
paper
you call money
I worked all day for is nothing
looking inside
I look past all the rotting hell
the only thing that came from heaven is
the only love lost in the garden was
and a grandfather clock made in indonesia
marks the empty moments of your life
lies lust listen
theres clevage
clevage that goes so far that it isnt even on a map
skirt split so far that I hope I never close my eyes again
I will not miss the movement
she was a winner
tomorrow she will win again
I will never get a super model in the coach house unless
I forget about the art in the crack house
even if the crack whores are having a two for one sale
I will never get a super model in the coach house
unless I get a gibson guitar
and like the unchallenged brand name
her sex was untouched
you know it was like a cadillac commercial
and I will save the next dance for your sister
and treat her like her retail value was that of a playstation2
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Against the Grain
by
Travis Ray Cole
Ocean wind tunnels
across veins and memories
melting celtic imaginations
cubism mind kite weapons
generic dream panic
rotting cypress nurses
and joker wizards
dance with choke holds
rumoured incognito speech glitches
Design addicted savage fugitives
respected humming machine chill
raining tribal beauties
bleeding burning reapers
dead roses
scar dragon skulls
Classic demise of tributed love
never feeling lies fade away
snakes wrapped around crosses
through time laughing at money and pain
barb wire chains on heeled whores
out of the grave
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Words without a page to bleed on
by
Travis Ray Cole
The fog glazed the snow colored moon
as cold as your reflection
as sharp as the broken pieces of mirror
in empty memory laughing at the future
your lips over glossed like wet kisses
speak my name with yours
casting spells whispering lies
love finds you
as your fine black hair lays across mine
as I taste your dream and breathe your words
You abandon me
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Where are the Gods?
by
Travis Ray Cole
Battle ship games and radar lies
search and seizure
drunken stupor mothers milk is legalized
Prison penpals and mail order brides
draining support groups tied to rule books
of meaningless words that don't apply
everybodys free to choose and someone will decide
all my love and words
about freedom bieng a lie
all my hope,dreams and feelings
baptised inside sarcasism
out of blood
sold for a glance out the window
bought and tossed aside
refugees dance across the empty ending
owning nothing but garbage
stabbing heels through dirty eyes
never going no where
minute hand openly hides
its not the acid thats bad
media medicine mixtures
of coverage reported
singing one side of the story
its not a ten step plan crying
eleven home abortions drying
you voted for them to decide
thirteen times
sewage paste ice
bath tub speed and the wrong diganoisis
every other time
do you thirst
ugly porno surprise
naked tobacco taste
spit into the sky
buy into the true alibi
make love to the war machine
and feel so alive
you are the answer
burning violins with ten thousand goodbyes
reading letters from political heroes
around the fire
eating nothing
stealing identities betting on confusion
until all of it was over in your mind
still he remembers running with the tapper
and hiding under the spotted flags
hurting forever when the lyrics meant nothing
and the leads burnt in
like shock treatmeant
red was warm
electric was sinful
low on blood but still alive
nothings melting
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A Ballerina to believe in
by
Travis Ray Cole
She walks on toes across my path
the clouds drop heaven into the gardens
she could dance,cry,or kill on que
my nakedness hidden with the armour
that surronds my machette my machine guns
the morning of eleven sundowns
and eyes that watch my movement
run off into the empty air
stale and stolen
her lips lust frozen
with kisses from another God
the branches empty of life
alone in the cold dead winter
I look back into her eyes
only because I lost something there
and never bothered to question what
while breaking the puppet strings
I see your bet one vision
and raise it two dreams
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War Crimes
by
Travis Ray Cole
With only the skies to hide under
all the Lords gather in rain and thunder
like blood thoughts dry inside the drum
all the gods will return to the grave
and you will be the only one
fate and destiny will change
my only chance to fade away
the only path I'll follow you down
tombstones replace all my friends now
the only song we don't play
you'll bleed for me someday
out of your mind debts paid
kiss the wasted blood away
in prayer you summon the unwanted
toss aside the valued for nothing
look thru the art to keep yesterday from haunting
designed thoughts to believe in something
in hell you lust for disease
recycle religions
hypnotize and seduce me
money and idols breed sadness
I'm sorry,there is no free
in the confusion
I walk away
leave everything
it means nothing
theres no reason to be afraid
all the Lords lead you to false answers
lies line the walls of the greatest castles
the Gods we've choosen don't see us
and they themselves are worth more dead
it's time to walk away
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Giving back all my Crosses
by
Travis Ray Cole
She could have
stood on the quarterdeck
and told me anything
diamond rings
and I would still feel the same
I would not remember the past
if you were tomorrow
with yesterday in my sites
you talk her out of nothing anyway
To brush your long hair back
and whisper underground in your
ears
eye
ears
eye
I don't care what time it is
here is the unwanted crown
what more could you want
follow me around
I don't want her,now......
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Fetus Cancer
by
Travis Ray Cole
Fetus breathing carbon monoxide
fetus living inside trying
suffering inside your pack of
lies
feed us cancer fetus cancer
breathing poisons bleeding
heartless kind
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Frozen Rivers of Thought
by
Travis Ray Cole
May we never taste the freedom
never get away
look into each others eyes
hold the answers
thrown away
May we never feel the wind blow
and whistle thru these chains
run in open fields
watch our shackles rust in the rain
Scar our memories
with barb wire to keep us in...sane
dream the same nightmares
in the color of pain
Believe the lies they sold us
and never think again
and eat the media medicine
even though we know
its the wrong prescription
May we never love each other
or have the sense to be afraid
of living a life alone
and freeze our hearts
throwing dice like wedding rings
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Yes Dear
by
Travis Ray Cole
Sick personals
and mental massages
washing down
brown nose shavings
caressing compressed
images of humiliation
a salute to elapsed pride
and hidden manipulation
an open monatary trade
where feelings
are equal to nothing
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Love Cancer
by
Travis Ray Cole
Locked in the prison
you've created for my mind
as you steal my last breath
with your razorblade kisses
mind game goodbyes
designed and blueprinted
poison for the heart
stained with breakdowns
guarded by shadows
forced rejection
warned by lost recieption
static loop alarm
your to good for words
stop the camera
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Kiss
by
Travis Ray Cole
Slithers across me
wrapped in stained silk
sliding nylon over the roughness
shiney glossed glistining pink lips
tasting deep kisses
drinking melting memories
love
swallow the truth and spits out the lies
told in heat
lust colored eyes
sexier slightly open
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Cockroaches in the oatmeal
by
Travis Ray Cole
The Lords
biting heads off bats
littering the international waters
endangering the free oil slicks
bullet in your head
turn in your drugs and your badge
to die for
oil fields in the ocean
ignorant midgets in charge of
propaganda delivery
cameras in every cell
slaves without hope steal to eat
damaged precision tuned instruments
busting guitars like it was sex
trying to cut the chains
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Hide behind my Guitar
by
Travis Ray Cole
I hide behind my guitar
from the words you say
I can't see you
thru the music I play
like a shield a wall
the notes pronounce words
that are never said
flowing into my head
theres nothing on the other side
and this world is mine
solid wood guitars with machined brass
scratched with pain
hollowed out holes in place of a heart
wired with a soul
warm amps and overdriven tubes
a weapon that could erase your existance
an addiction creating dependancy to freedom!
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Nice Day for Suicide
by
Travis Ray Cole
The aborted flower opens up
dead
a breech of promise
loaded modified egg contract
dead flowers and nice things to say
drying
crumble into dust
dirt extract
cloned plastic pretend obituaries
breeding coathanger parasites ripened
embryo exchange
protest analogies
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Cemetery Road
by
Travis Ray Cole
There is no body I want to know
Don't look at me with those eyes
don't waste your love on someone
you'll never know
I won't be here very much longer
theres someplace we all have got to go
and there is nothing left at the end of the road
don't look for me
don't look for me down at the end of cemetery road
theres nothing for me there anymore
and you don't know me
like before
everyone changes
my minds the first to roll
we keep on movin'
we keep going
roll over your soul
there never was any real love
no fantasy girl to chain me
with hearts and roses lost in lead solos
there never was a ghost in a piano
that could
look like her
and I don't know if it was sex or music
any any more
and what kind of guitar she would be
stuck in my soul
lost in my mind
like tears and dead roses
down cemetry road
there is everybody I ever cared for
the jam is over
the blues are a derivitive of hurt
the turn around is painful
only speed rips out its throat
with nothing in the memory
spells out the honest truth
leaves out the part where we lose
as hard as a tombstone
theres nothing meaning nothing
theres nowhere else to go
all the frets are taken
all twenty four
and bending what is left
somehow we return
only to live for gold
well there wont be any
out there I hope you know
theres no more reason
answers or feelings
lies to believe in
and no one left to hold
so don't come looking for me tomorrow
down cemetery road
no don't look for me tomorrow
down cemetery road.
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Overdose
by
Travis Ray Cole
Barb wire puppet strings
hammer on
bending neck strangulation
changing keys like locked dreams
slide across love notes
making your heart bleed warm
turn around feed back screams
speed means everything
can't you feel it crying
clean
so raw
dying
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Free Confessions
by
Travis Ray Cole
Standing in line
for the clown whore
sanding rust off the
crown she wore
anywhere you are
any media for background noise
tobbacco stench and used up toy
flames painted on her thieghs
wrapped around sticky lovesick lies
anywhere you want to be
laying under chains
heartless pain
bunny ears fade away
a bad taste turned to day
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Shadows
by
Travis Ray Cole
Empty shadows cast superstition
spells as hollow as your words
chills walk from death
hell is waiting crosses standing
visions are free when you open your nightmare
while weakest,sickest thats when I see the most
it is your love that choose you to lie to me
the wind howls as dogs cry
I always see hate thru window payne eyes
walk miles inside of nowhere
kissing another chained ghost goodbye
and hold the cold hand of nothing
sleep with death to hide from the enemy
life
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New Mic Girl"{Talking Microchip
by
Travis Ray Cole
And I want my turn
reconstructed old dancer
microchip in her head
with math,numbers and everything
And she feels like a mother to me
whore mommy
or a devil horned guitar
painted flames on her thieghs
like a gun to my head
bullet to my brain
Like the knight in shining armor
I am here to save her from all this
but shes not worth it and I leave her there
but I want my turn
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Coffee Ground Rodents"(bags of dirt
by
Travis Ray Cole
Burnt lawsuits into history
scalding
the cup is broken
glazed taxed fired
depression
only half broken
styrofoam cancer sweetness
caffeine filters exhale
a medicated love
unmedicated love
priceless drainage
the bitter taste
spilling all over your worry
belching for minutes
java junkie
sanctioned by the lack of war
cheap stained teeth
stained awake
boiled white out mind
orange tea lies
cut
sugar cube rotting
sleep is nowhere in sight
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Betrayed
by
Travis Ray Cole
Turn your back on me
like you don't know me
cold steel razor blade eyes
laugh at me
the day I die
kick me when I'm down
stabbed in the back
I carry the weight
spit out your song
you leave me for dead
in the crowd alone
its lies we live
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In your room
by
Travis Ray Cole
Your the one that invites me
not a second to soon
these pictures on the wall
explain
you to me,defining you
four walls that could never hold
a girl like you
You lie and try to hide me
in your room
in your room
like a ghost you'll always find me
somewhere inside of you
as shadows erase the daylight
and hide from the moon
when thoughts are illusionary
death music tries to sooth
theres one place
you'll always take me
in your room
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Useless Emotion
by
Travis Ray Cole
Shot in the face
your eyes
stabbed in the heart
take my place
in open arms
because I don't love you
anymore
take back all my words
and promises fool
that don't mean nothing
and never did to you
when your dead nothing will matter
money is love
lies
and I can't live like this no more
a down payment on the blues
I'm living for you
a clean heart
like alley waste
cut into have a taste
somethings you can never own
some people can never have homes
watch me bleed,in chains
can't get away
heroes live the blues
hope I pay my dues
before I die or fade away
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Hell's Six Strings
by
Travis Ray Cole
Her body fire
the heart of a thousand ghosts
a voice of her own
crying
the secrets
alive
steel lined soul
beneath metal chains
teeth that chew through wasted diamond inlays
onyx crosses wrapped and woven with your hair and mine
soaked in my lost blood
scratched with the truth of life
my pain resinated inside
wire minds echo splitting notes
multiplying octaves
asorbing energies
reversing polarity
pounching,stomping freely on the dreams
that lustfully stand in the way.
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Heart Bank
by
Travis Ray Cole
At the drive-up window of the bank
when the cashier inside said his name to sweetly
nooo.. She did'nt like that
and repeated it
ridiculing of the entire banking system
with one call of his name
he thought of mattresses and love parody
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Cool Air
by
Travis Ray Cole
The lazy summer twists away into nothing
dwindles into dust
leaving cold feelings on my shoulders
like the wind blowing more than a breeze
across the high grass field of dreamless escape
from nothing but the freedom of self
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Sex and Tobacco
by
Travis Ray Cole
Oil spills,contaminated water
lab sample analiysis,damaged animals
additionally dumped waste products
in the hot morning sand
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Road Dreams
by
Travis Ray Cole
Drain drift dream
nowhere nothing
re-enter startled
realizing where
suddenly blurring
lights stream heart jumping
wide awake relieved
wondering
within the wall of lines
haze of night
sleep and drive
kiss the median
eyes open
do it again
road moving
signs reaching
living engine
drain drift dream
nowhere nothing
re-enter startled
relizing where
reaching for the wind
to keep life from ending
awaken
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She's Complicated
by
Travis Ray Cole
She's complicated
leaves me a simple mind
she's complicated
leaves me a simple mind
she lead me to believe
there's something to believe in this time
I can't complain
it's what I must deserve
I won't explain
if this is all its worth
shes complicated
leaves me a simple mind
shes complicated
leaves me a simple mind
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Church Words
by
Travis Ray Cole
Churchwords
breeding without reason
well ,ain't we magicians?
your reading Aleister Crowley
talking bout shakespere county
CHURCHWORDS
maybe we should burn something
like THE CALLING in the oven
they're taking on thier own life
out of print feedback you call it infemy
"CHURCHWORDS"
VOODOO HEART ARGRESSIONLESS
SUPERSTITIOUS PROSTITUTE THIS
PROTECTECTION CONSULE RESIST
THIS IS HOW YOUR GOING TO CURE ME
NO GOLD NO GOAL LOVE SPELL
GO TO HELL
"CHURCHWORDS"
SATAN DEVIL SATANISM GOD CHRIST
PRIEST FUNDS SECURITY
THE DEVIL RAPED MY MOM
THE DEVIL DOG THE UPSIDE DOWN GOD
ALL I KNOW IS CHURCH WORDS
UNINSPIRING WITCH CODES BURNT
INSANE RELIGION TOXIC LIP AUTHROTIES
CHURCHWORDS
CONFORM TO YOUR IDEALS IN MY SLEEP
LIVE CATCH 22 COUNTING SHEEP
WHAT THE F*&# YOU DON'T LIKE MARY
THE SNAKE MOTHER CLOSE YOUR EYES
MAKING THE CELL BIGGER USE DRAIN DIE
ONE MORE TIME
CHURCHWORDS
BURN SOMETHING say what you feel
feel what is real live to die get a life
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The High Priest of Lake Shore Drive
by
Travis Ray Cole
Look at me I'm still alive
I'm the high priest of Lake Shore Drive
conseded but its not a lie
I'm the high priest of Lake Shore Drive
its a hundred miles to your mind
if you don't want me,well alright,ok
but that love can't go away
I don't need it,to think your name
its all thats there love insane
So what if it snows outside
I love you without trying
never think about dying
somehow you will be mine
look at me I'm still alive
I'm the high-priest of Lake Shore Drive
and all I want is you this time
I'm the high-priest of Lake Shore Drive
your the only reason of mine
got to try and explain
you make my mind 25or6to4
and it makes since to me like before
wheres your heart right now
wheres mine
wheres the start of this maze
the end is the begining
say no to pain
Look at me I'm still alive
I'm the high priest of Lake Shore Drive
your my religion
and get me high
I'm the high priest of Lake Shore Drive
travis with a map facing north on Lake Shore Drive
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Asbestos
by
Travis Ray Cole
Disease litigation toxic workers compensation
occupational disease malignant mesothelima
dying on the inside how far has the cancer spread
chemo has no lung but he's still not dead
lets pretend it don't exist we don't wanna know
deny our own suffering O.S.H.A. told us so
ASBESTOS ASBESTOS
I ONLY HOPE TO RADIATE IT
ASBESTOS ASBESTOS
IN THE WORK PLACE GRANDMA MADE IT
So he's got tumors and a real good job
asbestos removal at our schools that want it gone
the others are saving it for all the children to breathe in
handle with extreme caution
ASBESTOS ASBESTOS
I ONLY HOPE TO RADIATE IT
ASBESTOS ASBESTOS
IN THE WORK-PLACE GRANDMA MADE IT
So he wants to breathe it smoke it be it he's wearing gloves
put it in a bag and wash it off later
all gone all clean no harm done
Except for his family
he brought it home to for protection
even the rats died with this one
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Losin' the Dream
by
Travis Ray Cole
A..../....../..../.....G.....
I'm losin the dream
A..../...../..../.......G...
I'm losin the dream
E../..../......./...../..../...../.../..../...../
I got no answers ,I wanna be free
I'm losin the dream,losin the dream
got no answers actullay
I'm losin the dream,Im losin the dream
so so long I've waited to see
trade it away it'll be better they say
you'll get a new one another one any way
Im losin the dream Im losin the dream
got no answer I wanna be free
Im losin the dream Im losin the dream
got no reason I wanna be sane
its fading on me.its fading on me
it hurts to much this reality
Im losin the dream Im losin the dream
the confusions too much wont let me be
Its fading away I'll trade It away
got no reason its made me in sane
the illisions to much reality
move in the drain move in the drain
same old same old love hate thing blame it on me blame it on me
the confusions to much won't let me breath
its confusion me its confusion me
all I want is you with me
chains on me chains on me
cant walk or run I cant even breath
losin the dream losin the dream
Im waking up to insanity
it use to be it use to be
I got no answers I wanna be free
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Eye of Newt ,Pigs Eye Newt
by
Travis Ray Cole
In the morning,In the mud,bloodshot eyes full of bugged
threes and fours quarter till,hog fed blues ,WHAT IS REAL
RRRIGHT!Hog fed blues late edition,inquiringly true
Pigs eye nuked,pigs eye nuked,pigs eye nuked,pigs eye nuked
They call him bugs now we know why
They said hes dirty now we know why
they meant to mean it they knew if he tried
Pigs eye blues its going down its going down over over
In the midnite In the moon pig gets thirsty call it..CODE BLUE
pigs eye nuked pigs eye nuked,pigs eye nuked pigs eye nuked
hog fed blues and rollin in it too.oink
After adult curfew at this time the only thing out is
All these lights red,white&blue
is a little lightshow 4 pigs like you
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Postal Worker
by
Travis Ray Cole
BAD SYSTEM,BAD,BAD
postal worker postal worker postal worker postal worker
POSTAL WORKER POSTAL WORKER
Woody Guthrie Woody Guthrie
J.F.K. J.F.K.
worksongs worksongs
the post office should sell fast food
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The Wind
by
Travis Ray Cole
The air is moving in a circle
the leaves spin like its a drain
the noise of things rolling around
the noise of things rolling away
the wind is in your face today
the cold air is moving round and round
the answers lies nowhere ahead
the chill is making you shilver
the winds unlike the water
listen to the rivers
puzzing riddle theories
habitual freudian series
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Take One
by
Travis Ray Cole
guilt pain like a religion
chewed thru my part
past tombstone lessons
gardens of crosses
pieces of stone spelling us
like therapy looking at life like it was fake
stealing from inside
its going to get me the way i love you
parody
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Second Hand
by
Travis Ray Cole
I've got a poetress in waiting
and know a girl who could lie thru a dream
I know I'll never get nowhere
theres no inside to you it seems
if we hesitate to sleep on it
tomorrow may mean retreat
I've got no more time to waste on
someone who does'nt know what I mean
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Subliminal implant
by
Travis Ray Cole
Talk to me in my sleep
tell me all you think
I agree if it's deep
message to my mind
means something to you not me
change my feelings,really
try to manipulate me
parinoid dreams
all I want's some peace
Influence ending cycle turning
nightmare stealing orginality.
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Nice View
by
Travis Ray Cole
A piano so grand it lives up to it's name
in a window so big it can not be framed
on statues shine the light of the sun
and real art lives
where there should be walls
clouded ceiling windows
a clock moves in time
stealing life
she could be anything
anything in life
but she only takes
as I dream
theres no answers to save
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She was'nt there
by
Travis Ray Cole
How she looked illamainted in the dim light
with big spanish eyes
she seemed to be glowing bieng impregenated
a sight
leaning againt the many crates of
iiradiated matrieal she was the dream of the warehouse
she was the past
she was'nt there
only a ghost of art
there was no dream.
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Where is she remedy?
by
Travis Ray Cole
Where is she,remedy
fail by omitting
where is she
thought if she wanted to be with me
where inside here
gaming
on a law of averages
i love her
fail by missing
where is she
only
only
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Because I love you
by
Travis Ray Cole
Trading tombstones teaching television
recieving happiness in a nest of lies
values not reflecting value
world stops to ask us why
does it register to the focused mind
maybe you are mine...trying...blind...high
how can I come to terms with you
a service to the community
when you are the problem
trust displayed as humor content
reel it in try again
until your done robbing the emptiest heart
rotting the eclipsed core with money
ashes fall on swollen breasts like leaves
no ones blowing me any kisses
echoing the losing bet
its not worth anything
is this as bad as it can get?
wishing I could throw down this hand
as beauty lies to time
stealing from our leaders crime
I dont want anything
except what used to be
except what was never mine
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Burning Cattle
by
Travis Ray Cole
Mass slaughtered
a dozen diseases
trench graves
viris crisis
infected farms
national disaster tourism
smuggled overseas meat
another mass grave
millions
burning animals
cull and dispose of
wrongly buried
dug up and reburied
infected carcasses
contaminated water supplies
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Genetics
by
Travis Ray Cole
Black hair and brown eyes
blond hair and blue eyes
blonde hair and brown eyes
black hair and black eyes
black hair and green eyes
blond hair and blue eyes
red hair and green eyes
white hair and grey eyes
brown hair and a bottle of die
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President's Choice Greaseburger with Cheese
by
Travis Ray Cole
I wish I was alone
with you on an Island
you wearing your cavewoman outfit
eating roots and berries
keeping each other warm with body heat
having sexual contact with the local population
making sure not to handle monkeys dog and cats
not drinking anything with ice
not eating any dairy products that are not pasterized
and staying out of fresh water
watching the sun set on the oil slicks
and fishing out next to the oil rigs
Jesus christ pose
by
Travis Ray Cole
Air space
close to god
airstrikes
reduce population
unemployment will drop
like cessna's out of the sky
nelson mandella is waiting in the wings
arrest me with a bullet
radar eyes
Abandoned Machines
by
Travis Ray Cole
Leaving
winded sighs
slightly dusted tracks
secrets a long way from home
lets rent reclusivness
trading looks spilling lies
without the vibaration of sound
sell conversation
just to throw it all away
at last her hobbies include
messing with my head
when its cold
three chords
could solve this problem
two testaments
could'nt tie us together
one toungue
could speak the truth
about a hunger that could never be
enough to parody both of our existance
the hype we are feed
of open mikes empty air and knives in bed
the warm brick that hides you
empty thoughts minus broken reason
hate engines inbetween us
wasted breath divides circles of lies inside dreams
index
- Saturday, June 30, 2001 at 23:36:40 (PDT)
Hey you fucking cat litter freaks!!!!
What the hell has this site turned into??
Pandoraslitterbox.com?????
Speaking of the stench of cat piss.......smelled
Jayme's breath lately??? Just kidding.....it's much
worse....something like fat girl cunt and garlic.
YYYYYYYYUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ode to the FAT FREAK.
alwayshatingyou.com
- Thursday, June 28, 2001 at 23:13:30 (PDT)
paper maggots
welfare called for you at work today
your hanging up on dept. of children and family services
and clapping to loud when iM trying t0o take a two hundred dollar order
Anonymous
- Thursday, June 28, 2001 at 13:25:12 (PDT)
shopping cart vacations
saviors with dandriff
shavings
fat invisible spiders
stripes of snot on your sleeve
ear wax collectables
worms inside the tumour
tumours inside the worms
Anonymous
- Thursday, June 28, 2001 at 06:39:33 (PDT)
Ah, what's love anyway?
Who knows, who cares?
Let's just get it on!
Anonymous
- Wednesday, June 27, 2001 at 00:00:19 (PDT)
I'd like to thank everyone
who made this moment possible
thank you
- Monday, June 25, 2001 at 22:09:19 (PDT)
"beauty contest standings"
The new marylin monroe
won many times before
and truly beat out the bartender
in this and most of the previous episodes
today she recived her winnings
a free soda
===================
last weeks winner in the mind game contest
and overall cuteness
also defeating the bartender
won a free soda
{COULD STILL BE MISS JULY?}
==========
latino goddess
and the first place winner
and title holder
of miss june 2001
got away from me
{thats why I'm so depressed}
her winnings= {her flavor}
a butterpecan milkshake
which she gave away
I had no ideal she was going to wear that
- Sunday, June 24, 2001 at 23:08:51 (PDT)
"saying goodbye to the princess while you cheat on me"
{thats hillbilly whose pissed off}
anyway
anger
while you cheat on me
the princess got away like I said
and of offerings
of church and prostitution
its a fine line for lunacy
windows into the night
and your names changes like the skies
you move on away
taking everything you'll leave behind someday
abandoned machines
I will leave you
your all I've got
winded sighs
slightly dusted tracks
secrets a long way from home
lets rent reclusivness
trading looks spilling lies
without the vibaration of sound
sell conversation
just to throw it all away
at last her hobbies include
messing with my head
when its cold
three chords
could solve this problem
two testaments
could'nt tie us together
one toungue
could speak the truth
about a hunger that could never be
enough to parody both of our existance
the hype were feed
of open mikes empty air and knives in bed
the warm brick that hides you
empty thoughts minus broken reason
hate engines inbetween us
wasted breath divides circles of lies inside dreams
free as the garbage lying in the streets
- Sunday, June 24, 2001 at 00:11:09 (PDT)
yeah shes cute but its not worth it
Anonymous
- Saturday, June 23, 2001 at 00:20:19 (PDT)
abandoned machines
I will leave you
your all I've got
winded sighs
slightly dusted tracks
secrets a long way from home
lets rent reclusivness
trading looks spilling lies
with out the vibaration of sound
sell conversation just to throw it all away
at last her hobbies include
messing with my head
when its cold
three chords could solve this problem
two testaments could'nt tie us together
one toungue could speak the truth
about a hunger that could never be
Anonymous
- Saturday, June 23, 2001 at 00:12:20 (PDT)
"Slamming the Toilet seat"
I wake up
you wake up
slam
slam
slam
I wake up we all wake up
slam
porcilan elvis
disco nixon stamps
Anonymous
- Thursday, June 21, 2001 at 23:23:20 (PDT)
keeping it real with ugly cattle women
from off in your street
I miss the puppet strings making fiction bleed
gina christ
gina christ
gina christ
darrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Anonymous
- Thursday, June 21, 2001 at 23:19:48 (PDT)
"EEEHHWL"
I would'nt fuck you
if somebody gave me a thousand dollars
Anonymous
- Thursday, June 21, 2001 at 23:17:06 (PDT)
stab me in the heart
look into my eyes
leave me nowhere
tell me two more lies
cat box cat box cat box stench
Anonymous
- Thursday, June 21, 2001 at 23:03:03 (PDT)
blow my fucking brains out
blow your fucking brains out
blow my fucking brains out
blow your fucking brains out
spit into a sea of laughter
my valentine with an attitude and anger
the only one for
nothing never
nothing ever
leave me alone
make it better
lie to me
I don't care
I won't be there
and we'll never have anything together
someone elses wife
dull sharp knives
the blond
the bartender
roll around and make love to your money
I want to marry a mexican hillbilly
Anonymous
- Thursday, June 21, 2001 at 22:50:25 (PDT)
this site used to be so dignified and smart,
now it is down the tubes and gross.
u people made this site stupid.
Krystal DrayGon
- Thursday, June 21, 2001 at 07:24:06 (PDT)
Im sorry honey,
todays winner was blonde
Anonymous
- Wednesday, June 20, 2001 at 22:56:28 (PDT)
"Back to the drawing board"
the tri-level catbox
three seperate levels of cat box fun
heated with copper coils air circulated
with each levels own micro fan complete with a PH test kit and out board scratching post carved by native americans in thier own habitat
breaks down into sections so you can take it camping boating,on a picnic
each level has its very own camara
so you can monitor your pets progress
please tell me this aint no test
- Wednesday, June 20, 2001 at 22:53:50 (PDT)
let the slamming of the toilet seat begin
Anonymous
- Wednesday, June 20, 2001 at 22:42:06 (PDT)
"I could never leave all this"
Sure the promise of running off with her and getting an apartment with cable and then eventually not paying the cable bill sounds fine,
but I could never leave the
fumes of the cat box and the surprise liquid foot massages in the kitchen,hallway,and living room floors
gushy not even saving it in tupperware
if I could combine the two
I could have everything anyone every wanted
she might do my laundry and cheat on me
road cones might eventually turn into road horses
and the cost of two 6 volt batteries per road horse
could end up costing more than the unpaid cable bill
but if she had a job at the video store we could
veiw the entire index of movies that are accessible
and then there may be medias of boredom
slamming the toilet seat down
may scar the shit out of the pets
overflow
overflow
overflow
overflow
overflow
in the floor
spam rolls expertise
I could never leave all of this
the cat box never ends
GO MY LITTLE ONE
YOU CAN FIND A BETTER LIFE
WITHOUT ME
for I am destined to die here in the hells of the cat shit walk way
a runway
where the pets model turd burrs on their tails
and the mental paients model cat shit between thier toes
cat box pooluza
the perimeter of the cat box annexed
into infinity mutliplied by pie or pies if you will
golashes and fins the kitty litter exam
they found lumps in the sands of time
and sprinkles of kitty litter in every corner
of the house
save me from this hell
pajama girl
run with me like a doors song to nowhere
but the pet cemetery
christ walked thru miles of cat boxes carring the cross
for us the asbestoes kitty litter
"ez flush"making a cheese in the
soup box
I will leave the tumourous feline
oh maybe we should get it shots
you bastard
you shall wallow in the kitty litter all of your days
cat box poetry
- Wednesday, June 20, 2001 at 05:51:29 (PDT)
"The thin line between the catbox and the kitchen floor"
Checking the catbox for lumps
road cone rage
the floor covering deptment
pretzel log warfare
Anonymous
- Wednesday, June 20, 2001 at 04:14:15 (PDT)
blocking artistic pretzel logs
hidden behind road cones
Anonymous
- Tuesday, June 19, 2001 at 17:14:54 (PDT)
the land mine specialist
secretly plants piles in the path
to and away from the cat box
his mission never complete
fill it up
with regular
Anonymous
- Tuesday, June 19, 2001 at 09:11:33 (PDT)
What is love?
constant kisses.
humble hugs.
knowing who the individual is
inside and out.
glistening glances.
tender tears.
as the pastor sais
death do you part.
lustful love making.
crying craddle.
sending it of to
a higher education.
love is what makes
the world go round.
Aaron Hennagin
- Tuesday, June 19, 2001 at 08:27:07 (PDT)
dear tra vis
hows about you write us a little dity
about how you are going to marry my daughter
Anonymous
- Monday, June 18, 2001 at 22:58:26 (PDT)
dear travis
auntie gracie
was high-ly offended about the nun poems your wrote
so i regret to inform you
that you can not live with us
but you can still buy the beer
Anonymous
- Monday, June 18, 2001 at 22:46:10 (PDT)
dear travis
its not about you
anymore
its so
marsha
marsha
marsha
fuck off
Anonymous
- Monday, June 18, 2001 at 22:37:11 (PDT)
fuck you travis
why dont you write about
how i'm gonna kill that little bitch
if she dont stay away from you
and how your marrying me
no matter what anybodys mother said
and buying me a nice camaro
shit head
and put in a couple of lines about how you cant keep your eyes off of me
and drool everytime you think of me
Anonymous
- Monday, June 18, 2001 at 22:34:00 (PDT)
Travis--
So are you mad that I asked
or that you obliged???
--Curiosity Kitten
- Monday, June 18, 2001 at 22:25:32 (PDT)
Dear Travis,
why do'nt you write about
why I did'nt get no free pop
you asshole
Anonymous
- Monday, June 18, 2001 at 22:06:22 (PDT)
Dear Travis,
How do you like my pajamas
and how do you plan support me
when we get married.....
if your mother says its ok?
Anonymous
- Monday, June 18, 2001 at 22:04:25 (PDT)
Dear Travis
You writing is sucks
please do not
and if you do could you be about
the holy fucking princess always bieng on the phone?
Anonymous
- Monday, June 18, 2001 at 22:02:17 (PDT)
Dear Travis,
why don't you write about people who steal
road cones to mark the spots on the rug where the cat
did not shit?
I hardly ever see poetry about that anymore and would like to see more of it
if possible?
Thank You So Much
Anonymous
- Monday, June 18, 2001 at 22:00:18 (PDT)
big brown eyes
buying me brake fluid I don't even need
the girl whose never where shes supposed to be
Anonymous
- Sunday, June 17, 2001 at 22:36:46 (PDT)
"shit bags tumours"
when hes not shitting hes shedding
Anonymous
- Sunday, June 17, 2001 at 22:34:58 (PDT)
RANDY CATANE SAYS
THE CAT BOX IS LIKE SOUP!
Anonymous
- Sunday, June 17, 2001 at 01:07:49 (PDT)
dear travis
I love your work songs
and since I heard the bootleg tape they gave away at the soup kitchen
I haven gotten off welfare
and got two jobs
what was the name of that one?
"sublimnial self help"?
man,what an inspiration!
Anonymous
- Sunday, June 17, 2001 at 01:06:29 (PDT)
Dear travis
your dolphin poetry really fucking sucks
in fact everything you write sucks
could you write a poem?
I don't care what about
just could you write something that is not stupid
something nice like about that girl you are crazy about
and she doesnt even know you exist
hahaha loser
how about writing about how the lottery sells you a dream of a 94 cadillac with the little dolphin fins
so you can chili cruise with the little mexican that will never marry you
even if you were the last piece of shit on the earth
hahaha loser
or I know,why don't you write a real good one about the women of the pizza industry or nuns in the military
or how about virgins out on sheridian road
or the high class ladies in prison
or the ones that live in your coach house,asshole
why dont you do us all a favor and never write again
but if you have time could you write a nice poem about butterflies and toxic waste,20 lines or less
and make the first letter of each line spell out something
like in mad magizine
p.s.
oh by the way I love the poem about bertha
and was wondering if you are really into pregenent women?
Anonymous
- Sunday, June 17, 2001 at 01:02:19 (PDT)
she turns me on
like seven spot lights over six cat boxes
Anonymous
- Sunday, June 17, 2001 at 00:11:56 (PDT)
"I don't like the word favor"
How much herion does an old whore need?
Anonymous
- Saturday, June 16, 2001 at 23:38:02 (PDT)
I am ready to lose another one
non-existant to her
falling thru my fingers
like big clumps of kitty litter
falling
thru a volly ball net
like shells in a gaswar
only perfect
and she is to me
what stainless steel means to fast food
Anonymous
- Saturday, June 16, 2001 at 23:37:06 (PDT)
Dove
I'm there forever with my love,
i'm there forever with my heart.
I'm soaring like a dove,
with hopes that we'll never be apart.
with love in my heart, and a tear in my eye,
we are together like a dove is to sky.
for a dove only flies within love,
for my heart will never cry,
as long as there is a soaring dove,
dancing in the sky.
john walker
- Saturday, June 16, 2001 at 11:57:44 (PDT)
Dove
I'm there forever with my love,
i'm there forever with my heart.
I'm soaring like a dove,
with hopes that we'll never be apart.
with love in my heart, and a tear in my eye,
we are together like a dove is to sky.
for a dove only flies within love,
for my heart will never cry,
as long as there is a soaring dove,
dancing in the sky.
john walker
- Saturday, June 16, 2001 at 11:57:33 (PDT)
Dove
I'm there forever with my love,
i'm there forever with my heart.
I'm soaring like a dove,
with hopes that we'll never be apart.
with love in my heart, and a tear in my eye,
we are together like a dove is to sky.
for a dove only flies within love,
for my heart will never cry,
as long as there is a soaring dove,
dancing in the sky.
john walker
- Saturday, June 16, 2001 at 11:57:32 (PDT)
like a bullet proof vest of turd burrs
she closed her eyes to the rain
Anonymous
- Friday, June 15, 2001 at 23:56:35 (PDT)
"FORGET ABOUT IT"
The make shift light house/plunger was signaling to us with an odor
the sea of filth our substitute toxic dumping grounds
spotted across the living area floor
spelling out secret geographical markings
taking on new shapes
pictorial
water color wipings
sand,fins and wings
a dirty toiet bowl was home the anfibius cochroach
as the twin lakes
where no map marked the cat box under the bowl
just in case the the men folk in the tribe of institutional pschie landscapers missed
a museum of extracted excrement was collected
for time to be marked
yesterdays color reflects the past
dated by discoloration
drying stale powderized extra decoration
a soft attemp at liquid foot massage
and you thought love was blind
denial is like a giant close pin on the nose of
an empty box of pet diapers
wipe it off on the rug as an ism
the shit tumours enlarged enlongated expanded
and collected on the ass of the filthy diseased
rodent like feline
a stench of piss and shit dusted into the fur
like wasted soap on a trail of mud
dropping meow meow down the hole in the outhouse
engulfed in fumes like roses made of sewage
Anonymous
- Friday, June 15, 2001 at 23:50:57 (PDT)
But,I can get messages from a retard
written in the mushy sands of kat box time
with the cats ass sewed up
you do sew dont you?
he'll still shed the multi-flavored
turd burrs of the past
and I'll look into your taped over love scenes of you gazing lovingly in to the mirror
and compete with ghosts that dont exist
flush it down with garbage and the well balanced news
diet
Anonymous
- Thursday, June 14, 2001 at 22:42:48 (PDT)
come on melody you went back in time
and seen snoopy
hes just the same
like a big bob seeger song
hes a cartoon
hes not real
get it?
its just silly
- Wednesday, June 13, 2001 at 00:04:42 (PDT)
I will keep her for my own
I don't want two
shes just right,alright
raining notes ripping leads
none of its real
unless she belives
and I want you yeah I want you
like helos caught in powerlines
shes in my mind
like the sunday sun burning thru puppet strings
magnified solar systems drain
my thoughts bleed
heavens river she is a dream
a tremelo bar to divide feelings
the darkness eclipses my love blind lines
I try to accept reasoning
and feel the hot heart machines motor pump
my blood out into empty scripts and lost scenes
weighing money with her eyes
giving alway false souls for almost free
from now until end
you cant have nothing if you want nothing
she how her look stabs me
in my mind where theres nothing else I could want
all the past is wasted dead seeds
as new as the same notes twice as fast
- Tuesday, June 12, 2001 at 23:59:41 (PDT)
travis-
you'd think that you'd been left to die
all alone
over and again
where is your joy
do your eyes never leave
the dirty ground
the messed up places
the crooked faces
the sorted choices
choked up voices
cracked and bleeding
sucked and seething
wreckage of humanity
?
satisfaction
fulfillment
contentment
bliss
faithfulness
honor
beauty
kindness
compassion
don't you see these
?
don't you want them
for you and yours
?
it's closer than arms-length
The Promise
- Tuesday, June 12, 2001 at 20:40:57 (PDT)
tears of an angel
tears that don't fall
pain...rip your heart out
to cry teardrops that don't fall
crying teardrops that mean nothing
nothing at all
tears of an angel
minds been robbed
all my love and feelings
all of it gone
theres never been anyone
Anonymous
- Tuesday, June 12, 2001 at 00:23:13 (PDT)
dear travis,
I never even noticed you exist
your just conseeded and paranoid
get a life
and could you write a sonnet
about the mentally handicap man who rides to bus
who wants to be in the space program when they release him
and if you could mention what a great ass I have in lines 3,6,and 9?
not really that Anonymous
- Tuesday, June 12, 2001 at 00:09:32 (PDT)
Dear Travis,
you can fuck off eat shit and die
I am offically breaking up with you
even though we never even went out
to begin with
and I broke up with you first
so thats how much I love you and thats how fucking crazy I really am
so peace out
and I aint even gonna breed with you unless you buy us a seven hundred dollar television with the funny little cable link shit
the holy fucking princess
- Tuesday, June 12, 2001 at 00:02:10 (PDT)
Dear Travis,
Nice work on the dolphin piece
it is truly better than world peace
I would just love for you to sign my cats cast.
we learn something new everyday
cats don't fly but they love to watch flipper
Thank you
dirty disco davis
- Monday, June 11, 2001 at 23:50:59 (PDT)
dear angelfish
can you write a poem about doing my laundry
Anonymous
- Monday, June 11, 2001 at 23:42:16 (PDT)
Dear Travis,
can you write a poem about stop watches
because time always stops when I think about what it will be like waiting for you to come back home after we are wed
when your gone for the weekend to the islands with my sister
and could you ryhyme tock with axe murders
and tick with psycho-sniper
Anonymous
- Monday, June 11, 2001 at 23:37:22 (PDT)
stuck in time
where no ammount of you can ever be enough
and i step away from myself and think--
--lord, what am i doing?
silly childish fantasies and hopes wrack my brain
until they're all i hear when you call me;
if only i could speak up and say what neither of us is willing to admit
god, how i want you
here with me
holding me
please
be with me
don't lie to me
tell me you need me
like i hear in your voice
everytime
Angelfish
- Monday, June 11, 2001 at 23:32:46 (PDT)
Dear Travis,
Whata you doin' dude
your crap stinks
could you write me a poem about
bieng all out of cigarettes
or eating to much hagen daz and getting sick?
you can live with us if you want but you gotta buy the beer.
Ginger snaps
- Monday, June 11, 2001 at 23:30:50 (PDT)
Dear Travis,
Thank you for the nice dolphin-god/save the tuna fish poetry
I had them printed on my christmas cards and the family just loved them
attached is a photo of me
after having my breasts signed
by six of the fifteen crapy bands at crappy band fest
where we saw fifteen crapy bands for fifteen dollars
also check out my new poem about my abortions
stella
- Monday, June 11, 2001 at 23:26:29 (PDT)
dear travis
i stole a hallmark card from sears
is that plagerism
and am I now going to hell
P.S.
Could you write a short poem about the medecine I'm on
the doctor just changed it
because the last medication
was "the wrong medication"
and now they say it was a misdiganosis
and all I know is I'm a friggin guinina pig
and I'm on some new shit every week
but I never notice it until I drool all over my self
could you call it "medications" or medication of the week,but dont mention my doctors name because he'll sue me
and hurt my cats.
did I tell you about the time they captured me and took all my cats away?
I was at "The Home" for 2 weeks and when i came back they had let all my cats out
and nobody could feed them
but I still had the mice and the hundreds of roaches that like to live in the cat box
thank you
thank you so much
- Monday, June 11, 2001 at 01:45:59 (PDT)
dear trAvis
keep up the good work man
could you write a five page story about
why they let me out of the mental institution?
and maybe later you could sign my cast?
sick in the head sarah
- Monday, June 11, 2001 at 01:36:09 (PDT)
dear travis
thank you for writing the nice dolphin poetry
I asked for
for english lit class
but I still failed
I know it was'nt your fault
thanks anyway
why me
- Monday, June 11, 2001 at 01:32:48 (PDT)
dear travis
face it dude
your shit just sucks
but I was wondering if you could write me into a song about
the hard times john mellon camp had growing up
and if you could mention something about
firestone tires,the rise and fall of edisel,and the weight loss program aunt bertha is suing for untold amounts of mula
thank you
write me one wilber
- Monday, June 11, 2001 at 01:29:39 (PDT)
dear travis
your so called poetry really sucks
but i'm obsessed with you anyway
{thats how much of a loser i am}
so,anyways could you re write the
monster mash and make it about me instead
using the third and sixth lines from the united states national anthem?
its always been one of my favorites
thanks so much
P.S.
i WANT TO LIVE WITH YOU AND NEVER GET UP OFF THE COUCH
ever ever
request line ramona
- Monday, June 11, 2001 at 01:23:47 (PDT)
dear travis
can you write a series of songs about my mother bieng
a crack whore on herion just to get off welfare?
and also if you could put in a line about my three brothers by four different colored fathers?
thanks again
requests
- Monday, June 11, 2001 at 01:17:37 (PDT)
Uptown theater pigeon art
drop in drop out
money green meets white and black
pinstriped
open
zappas dead
"Listen to skafish"
whoaa
keyboard secret tape
haha
the underground band the pussycats
i met her at an estate sale....
er soup pantry line
bag lady baglady bag lady
bag lady bag lady bag lady
put on your pink shoes
tell me about eisienhower some more
honey get me a beer
my lifes a campout{a night at the coach house}
yes we smoked in jail using pages of the bible for papers
I remember revalations number nine
vacations
barbie meets bambi
a hundred blondes ago
Anonymous
- Monday, June 11, 2001 at 01:10:58 (PDT)
"A vast and dizzing aray of odors"
the kitty litter was warm and soggy
Anonymous
- Sunday, June 10, 2001 at 00:16:58 (PDT)
Should not have inhaled that
Your memory lasts as long as my alveoli allow
olfactory nerves please fail me
Bastard Briefs Barelling Down, VIX
Watching inner eyelid theatre's third reprise
Your fingers never did the walking
But I sure know what did your thinking
with my luck
I'll give it up and have no replacement
and with my luck
I'll have nothing
what's the worst of two extremes?
ºI want my next life backº
I only like my reflection in your toaster
you'll find another idiot to suck you
so get lost
so he's a bird
a melon
a 2x4
a lonely plastic grocery bag
It's all the same, it's just as well
just as fucked, same point ratio
I hated your 5 o'clock shadow
and your crappy accent
thanks for just *not* doing it for me
save your breath and lose my number
Eve
- Saturday, June 09, 2001 at 23:14:39 (PDT)
Oh, Travis...
I was hoping
you'd mention
your kids.
That's what I
like to remember
about you.
Thank-you though
- Saturday, June 09, 2001 at 10:24:01 (PDT)
bless you with the gods of the almost empty milk cartons
someones going to crack
midnite snack
panic attack
may the thearpy feel like cheese
and keep apoligizing endlessly
grazing on the poison nitemare
prozak suicide
medicate
mindless
magic
mental
missle crisis
little bo peep hits the strip
what is a song?
all out of insurance jokes
paying money I don't have for the saddest story
the retarded factor
the welfare poet action figures
"rat acid too obscure"
I got cat hair in my......
shoes,
bed,
toothbrush,
underware,
eyes,
mouth,
teeth
sleeping guitars
to scared to preach the rap
scheduled to die
timothy mcvies punishment
surgicaly implant small exsplovies in each limb
and set them off one at a time then,either a big one up his ass or just blow up the prison he is in
since phillip morris is building new prisons in each state now anyway.
two
rewire his microchip so he forgets how to wipe
pork pork
shift bitch
mixing lubercants with sand
poetry for housewives
sundial stages and sarcasim
empty tissue boxes and mental reasoning
false virgin
grauity
gate crashing
riot blue eyes
crying for money
the pschosis hour stretched into a month
confessing to the cab driver
texmex is best
yeah clevland rocks,as compared to colombus
its snowing
there can never be enough dandelions
classic acid rocks of rain
a hand full of notes
a toilet bowl full of hopes
sublimnal thought process of reclusive minds
budget prosper
problem correction
stun gun shock treatment
badge numbers and voltage regulators
free reprograming
crystalized tears
sorrys not enough
a bullet proof head
clay ceramic styrofoam radio
undermining
snapper snapper pap smear moon colleage
drinking drops of greed
prescription ad lib
adapting bizness man recollections
blistered feet of hiprococy
wounded dances of pointless anger shaped into pain
compressed down the barrel
letting the chips fall where they may logic
hows a woman with a moustache manage to get that pregnent
Anonymous
- Saturday, June 09, 2001 at 00:17:33 (PDT)
Travis, dear...
why do you stay
at this site--
it's brain acid
in the extreme.
I miss poems
from the planet
earth--
I've been
noticing you in
the spotlight
here & there
and wondering
if you might
be able to
distill yourself
into a single
poem--
200 words or less
something purely
you...
can you oblige me
and give it
all you've got?
The Favor
- Friday, June 08, 2001 at 23:41:30 (PDT)
maybe a little sad tonight
saw a reflection of my life
how could i have forgotten how i feel?
so long, so long
let go, ago my love
it's over done
the technical reason i won't have you back
is the small pebble on the large cliff that keeps me from slippin
goddam too much average poetry read goddam
Anonymous
- Thursday, June 07, 2001 at 22:15:04 (PDT)
Cadillac ranch
It was rust and open graves
some empty
'58 was missing
and it was 50 miles to the next town
it was almost like having a cactus for a heart
Anonymous
- Tuesday, June 05, 2001 at 01:35:37 (PDT)
blue and gold
winner
Anonymous
- Friday, June 01, 2001 at 06:42:44 (PDT)
i have nothing to say at all except:
Anonymous
- Thursday, May 31, 2001 at 23:58:40 (PDT)
quiet times are all i want
sleepy dreams of you and me remind me
of the sensual shadows of what we used to be
i can't get back to that place--
why is it so hard?
my fear becomes me and i am weakened
clutching at those shadows in my mind.
i want those quiet times with you again
lying in your arms, wrapped in security
wrapped up in you
angelfish
- Thursday, May 31, 2001 at 21:48:23 (PDT)
"#10 Dream"
I wake up to
cat glazed in flames a hundred feet in the air
saying mommy mommy tumours
counting turd burrs like money
laying in ones own shit
smashing your fucking brains out with a cold brick
"george said yous can tend the rabbits,but 1st you gotta clean this up"
clumps defining
shapes outlined with a soggy warm vapor
confined inside the four plastic walls
of the community cat box
shared with your love
cleansed
open for the heavens forced tears
beneath the commode
a blueprint to happiness
a tourguide to rocket science meets urine
for the men folk never miss
and noone ever shits in the aformentioned catbox
not even the fucking cat
grit you teeth its the future
and we have advanced
into 1635
hillbillys ahead of our time
loonytunes time machine beaches with leaves
to eat and puke out
humans are dirty
like plants with bugs
the bugs bieng your filth
pet
pet
pile
"Sump pump outhouse"
bad check
bad check
warts spread
those are her g spots?
Anonymous
- Wednesday, May 30, 2001 at 23:03:05 (PDT)
all that glitters
every grain
pours
asorbs
falling free
Anonymous
- Wednesday, May 30, 2001 at 20:42:45 (PDT)
the silent peacefulness
the sand unmoved
untouched
Anonymous
- Wednesday, May 30, 2001 at 20:20:07 (PDT)
No they were born still
Z
- Wednesday, May 30, 2001 at 16:54:15 (PDT)
Turd burr
coating orniments in the shag
an 8 by 10
uni-directional
cat box defense system
50/50
the box is half empty
the box is half full
its hit or miss
the chances are fifty fifty
shit talking
black play doh
plastic explosives
layed to waste
the toosie roll habit
Anonymous
- Sunday, May 27, 2001 at 09:26:35 (PDT)
My Everyday
The feelings that I feel between us
It is all most like being hit by a bus
Didn’t you feel anything that night
To me it felt like everything was right
The way our hands fit together
It was like we was meant to be forever
Or when you lips touched mine
Everything seemed just fine
But to throw all of that away
Just ruins my everyday.
shaggydadyy
- Saturday, May 26, 2001 at 16:05:30 (PDT)
Dry Spots
counting each grain in the bag
table top version of the desert
no palm tree
no cactus
a mirrage of dark brown
tootsie roll
Anonymous
- Saturday, May 26, 2001 at 08:49:57 (PDT)
>}:<
TURD BURRS
- Friday, May 25, 2001 at 22:58:18 (PDT)
Un-noticed droppings,territories and patterns
Anger the scent of denial
a dedication of sorts
chemical almost ammonia
burning the senses
inhale exhale
forcing fever,illness
caustic pungent acrid
a rainbow of brown
spectrum of hues
mixed until they become one
flowered with footprints
waste excrement expelled
undigested excuses
sprayed
within reach of the dining area
giving character to a series of sympathized
deliberate action
calls of the wild
refusal to conform
acceptance
for the love of life
room size super sized
cat box extravagances
Anonymous
- Thursday, May 24, 2001 at 17:48:44 (PDT)
its too late in the night to play lottery
fuck you like it was good morning
hand painted anlogies
defective tampon tumour
the best feeling in the world
is to get outta the shower
first thing in the morning
and step in kitty litter
baptised and cleansed
alchol rub down
============================
New Job Diet
get paid every two weeks
like cigarettes crack and herion
I need food
======================
flood water
thirst
ruin
waste
===============================
guitars more guitars
some bar chords and a few lies
some feed back
picasso blue eyes
a couple of bass lines
some bar chords and a kiss goodbye
with each new riff you come up with satan issues you another crazy stalker
fan,since the it is the work of the devil...the satanic tool the instrument
of
hell
the more riffs the more stalkers like an unpleasent odor
===================================
"Gypsy women,Gypsy Girls"
"The gypsy"
looking at me you can see the curse
lost at the crossroads
where I was born
"Heat wave" winter 8 months out of the year
who needs air conditioning
when you've got the breeze off the trains
if we keep bombing shit
its sure to rain
like the forth of july
like the forth of july
like the forth of july
like the forth of july
=================================
traffic like an army of ants
flys on a dead ///squriell///
heart like a tool
i can't see the pain with eyes closed
tied to the tracks
drifting to a higher power
a rock in your
shoe
tractors in the sand
playing the part of a ----------------
sundays best
graffiti
tears of the dead man
funny he never cried
===============================
"Hidden Whorehouses"
late for my interview
sittin' in front of court house littering
with high heeled women
and lawyers ///loittering
///|||
the brothel was burned
by the law
for it was against the law
=============================
"Holding a sign on the free way off ramp"
Fuck that -----------
Your not going to prostitute me
method
for you bizness
I'm not from that trailer park
///achient/// mobile home dumpings ground
=============================
"celebration,fine garbage day"
fallout
river scented pschodust
fungus infected microchip
auctioned afterbirth tool
lies inside yourself stealing goodbyes
reconstructed endings
head games head games head games
everyday I stab my self in the heart
your automatic is my missle
your automatic is my thought
apart from us there is dried blood
rotting on the spool
the stitches are doing more harm now
as decoration
your spell has replaced the lining of your mind
your heart leaving nowhere for love
along with the eleven lies against you
forces empty reason
blocking all meaning
only decieving
leaving my loss to you
anger whispered into nowhere
a song always finds you
and your the one that asked for magic
your the one that did'nt believe in even you
your the one that don't exist
and I'm the broken rule
angels broken lost from heaven
atomic sunbathing in the war built for you
all yesterdays run and hide
bare dry gardens provide hungry truths
and theres everything to believe in
reconstructing endings
reconstructing endings
=======================
=======================
"Composing disposals"
///orcastrating/// hunger
Slaughtering diease
millions in mass graves
farm nation
=======================
mustard stained
puppet master
lost at the crossroads
I was born at
memorizing the grid
rock sculpted face of souviner whore
bullet hole breath
"Poetry for Housewives"
out of cigarettes
many kisses
other women
clean sex
lesbian
not dyke
smoke
angry
empty
inhale
Anonymous
- Tuesday, May 22, 2001 at 23:05:09 (PDT)
I LOVE YOU
THERE ISNT A BETTER WAY TO SAY THAT
I NEED YOU
THERE ISNT A BETTER PERSON I KNOW
I WANT YOU
NO ONE ELSE COMPARES TO THEE
I MISS YOU
NO ONE ELSE MAKES ME FEEL THIS
I KNOW ALL THESE THINGS
I KNOW YOUR PERFECT
I KNOW WHAT I WENT THROUGH WILL ALWAYS BE WORTH IT
BUT THINGS ALWAYS CHANGE
AND NOTHING GOOD EVER STAYS
IT WILL ALWAYS REARRANGE
AND THEN WHAT...
I LOVE YOU
I WANT YOU
I NEED YOU
I MISS YOU
ALL
O R
VE
CONFUSED
- Tuesday, May 22, 2001 at 16:32:07 (PDT)
Mr.Craig Miranda, you are a beautiful man!!!
Anonymous
- Sunday, May 20, 2001 at 15:05:16 (PDT)
honey I can't feel that cause my bra's too hard
Anonymous
- Saturday, May 19, 2001 at 19:12:42 (PDT)
I love you with your nipples color of pink pet erasers
Anonymous
- Saturday, May 19, 2001 at 19:11:57 (PDT)
"Love Poem"
Do some more of those arm pit farts,baby
and quit drinking up all the beer
why does it smell like someone shit in a bong in here?
The finest feeling in the world
is stepping out of the shower
1st thing in the morning
right into kitty litter
Anonymous
- Saturday, May 19, 2001 at 00:08:08 (PDT)
and chatter bot said
"I hope all your dreams come true"
And I say yes
to have built that art with him
make it all
everything I saw
I can only solve mathmatical equations
mathmatical
somewhere in the vapours of my rapid eye movement
dream's my only time
only time
the left brain drips
Felt the tints and light
built it and named it
showed his mom in her matching handbag and fine footwear
shocked her socks off
lucite panel after coloured lucite panel
and white women with red lips
worth more than your mansion,
more than her first-rate dining in dunes of soft sand
so Let's hear it for the eggplant
I made it
co-elaboration
Eve
- Thursday, May 17, 2001 at 22:07:00 (PDT)
Give me a P
Give me a R
Give me a U
Give me a N
Give me a E
!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh dear webmaster it's almost June
Can we mabey get a........PRUNE???
Love your site
and you too!!!
Sweetpantiesonthegirl
- Wednesday, May 16, 2001 at 15:20:04 (PDT)
the cold rain means nothing
leaving me with no soul
missing the hourglass
read between the stab wounds
settling stagnet
kissing the past
loving the ideal of tomorrow
as long as I'm nowhere around
broken sentances
bad timing
painful movement
ripping rusted gears
taste the sand
rocket grains of feelings
scheduled riccocheted laughter
dancing satan burns alive
burning violins and broken guitars
stuck inside time machines
time whispers your alias to the wind
leaving your heart empty
cities assign you a serial number
a ghost in a crowd
tells you its not easy to die
a salesman of life
runs out of lies
Anonymous
- Wednesday, May 16, 2001 at 00:48:59 (PDT)
who can say what is truly the works of the mad unless that person is mad himself?
Anonymous
- Tuesday, May 15, 2001 at 18:09:11 (PDT)
"Bag Lady Poetry"
Budget prosper
reprograming us this time
did'nt cost a thing
gratuity
urban / country
crack house vs. crack farm
logic shift security
The dinner table was set with full ashtrays
and mom was out of herion
so she burnt the babies with cigarettes
whose gonna feed the squirrels
a bag of groceries from each food group
sorrys not enuff
dull knives razors
stabbing mirrors memories
chipped axes
closed minded recieption
camoflage painted chips
problem
riot blue eyes
gate crashing
sleeping guitars
three wheel carts
reclusive refugee minds
refusal overload
wasted sand
shells glass
home made crosses stolen tombstones
rain washed
subliminal thought process
Anonymous
- Tuesday, May 15, 2001 at 10:12:27 (PDT)
REPLY FROM CHILD O GOD
I feel your guilt and see how quickly you defend your
works. I wasn't judgning your writing.....you put it
out here for the world wide web to see, so you might say that I merely formed an opinion. I found your work
to be full of depression, totally lack and devoid of hope or spirit of love, and your replies back that up.
Stop being so cruel and thinking so negative. OUR GOD
loves us all. You just have to want his love and seek
his diviness. Im only human, not judging any of you.
I know you all are beautiful writers in your own light.
Just hoping to spread some positivity and love your way. That's all. Don't be so quick to attack or defend.
STILLACHILDOGOD
- Sunday, May 13, 2001 at 23:51:15 (PDT)
"Have a great day"
~ "Hey, don't tell ME what to do"
*
If I wanna have a bad day, I will
and you're really not changing anything
please add to it
we can say what we want to here
please
exclude me from your "Mind In A Square Box"
Campaign
Thank you
^^^^^^^^^^^^
God is not limited only to the Sunday morning class
and it sucks how quickly you judge
how dare you assume to know me
We come as we ARE, remember?
or did you skip that sermon
did you miss out on that preaching
do as I say don't do as I do
- Sunday, May 13, 2001 at 12:40:24 (PDT)
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
Anonymous
- Sunday, May 13, 2001 at 00:44:24 (PDT)
DIONYSUS
(Deus ex Vino)
EURIPIDES
SOME MAIDENS:Thou Immaculate on high;
Thou Recording Purity;
Thou that stoopest, Golden Wing,
Earthward, manward, pitying,
Hearest thou this angry King?
Hearest thou the rage and scorn
'Gainst the Lord of Many Voices,
Him of mortal mother born,
Him of whom man's heart rejoices,
Girt with garlands and with glee,
First in Heaven's sovranty?
For his kingdom, it is there,
In the dancing and the prayer,
In the music and the laughter,
In the vanishing of care,
And of all before and after;
In the God's high banquet, when
Gleams the grape-blood, flashed to heaven:
Yea, and in the feasts of men
Comes his crowned slumber;then
Pain is dead and hate forgiven!
OTHERS: Loose thy lips from out the rein;
Lift thy wisdom to disdain;
Whatso law thou canst not see,
Scorning; so the end shall be
Uttermost calamity!
'Tis the life of quiet breath,
'Tis the simple and the true.
Storm nor earthquake shattereth,
Nor shall aught the house undo
Where they dwell. For, far away,
Hidden from the eyes of day,
Watchers are there in the skies,
That can see man's life, and prize
Deeds well done by things of clay.
But the world's wise are not wise,
Claiming more than mortal may.
Life is such a little thing;
Lo, their present is departed,
And the dreams to which they cling
Come not. Mad imagining.
Theirs, I ween, and empty-hearted!
DIVERS MAIDENS: Where is the Home for me?
O Cyprus, set in the sea,
Aphrodite's home in the soft sea-foam,
Would i could wend to thee;
Where the wings of the Loves are furled,
And faint the heart of the world.
Aye, unto Paohos' isle,
Where the deathless meadows smile
With riches rolled from the hundred-fold
Mouths of the far-off Nile,
Streaming beneath the waves
To the roots of seaward caves.
But a better land is there
Where Olympus cleaves the air,
The high still dell where the Muses dwell,
Fairest of all things fair!
O there is Grace, and there is the Heart's Desire,
And peace to adore thee, thou Spirit of Guiding
A God of Heaven is he,
And born of majesty;
Yet hath he mirth in the joy of the Earth,
And he loveth constantly
Her who brings increase,
The feeder of the Children, Peace.
No grudge hath he of the great;
No scorn of the mean estate;
But to all that liveth His wine he giveth,
Griefless, immaculate,
Only on them that spurn
Joy, may his anger burn.
Love thou the Day and the Night;
Be glad of the Dark and the Light;
And avert thine eyes from the lore of the wise,
That have honour in proud men's sight.
The simple nameless herd of Humanity
Hath deeds and faith that art truth enough for me.
EURIPIDES
- Friday, May 11, 2001 at 15:37:20 (PDT)
This Is Goodbye
I am melancholy, I miss you
And all the years we went through
So many great thoughts and happy times-
The realizations and the rhymes
You were the one standing by
When I came to you and not the knife
And you got me high enough to see
O're the hatred filling me
Those deep thoughts pounding in my mind
In Solitude on the mountain side
And when with you my soul was found
As we gazed below at the ground
Within our cave on Mount. Sublime
Talking away endless hours in time
But now I must be going, friend
I'll miss you, perhaps we'll meet again
& I decend back to Bablyon once more
Where again I'm far from Euphrates' Shore.
C. CASH
- Friday, May 11, 2001 at 15:10:06 (PDT)
This Is Goodbye
I am melancholy, I miss you
And all the years we went through
So many great thoughts and happy times-
The realizations and the rhymes
You were the one standing by
When I came to you and not the knife
And you got me high enough to see
O're the hatred filling me
Those deep thoughts pounding in my mind
In Solitude on the mountain side
And when with you my soul was found
As we gazed below at the ground
Within our cave on Mount. Sublime
Talking away endless hours in time
But now I must be going, friend
I'll miss you, perhaps we'll meet again
& I decend back to Bablyon once more
Where again I'm far from Euphrates' Shore.
C. CASH
- Friday, May 11, 2001 at 15:10:04 (PDT)
does a bear dookie in the woods?
Anonymous
- Thursday, May 10, 2001 at 00:51:09 (PDT)
TO: Child of GOD
Message: Mind your own business. Don't judge what we know or who we pray to by our words on a website. If you have a problem with this, email me. We'll straighten it out.
Thank you.
Paradox Jaded
- Wednesday, May 09, 2001 at 14:43:14 (PDT)
"Hell's Six Strings"
Her body fire
the heart of a thousand ghosts
a voice of her own
crying
the secrets
alive
steel lined soul
beneath metal chains
teeth that chew through wasted diamond inlays
onyx crosses wrapped and woven with your hair and mine
soaked in my lost blood
scratched with the truth of life
my pain resinated inside
wire minds echo splitting notes
multiplying octaves
asorbing energies
reversing polarity
pounching,stomping freely on the dreams
that lustfully stand in the way
Travis Ray Cole
- Tuesday, May 08, 2001 at 23:30:29 (PDT)
thank you sweet LORD
for all that you have
given and all you stand for.
My prayer is that the writers
of this site find your love,
and peace in time. There is
such sadness among these personal
feelings that are being banged out
on their PC's. Seek them JESUS and
wash them in your blood and in your
holiness.
Child of GOD
- Tuesday, May 08, 2001 at 23:02:41 (PDT)
Crawl
Crawl inside my mind
to stick a needle in your vein
and feel the spiders creep up your spine
Crawl
You know you crawled to the moon on your hands and knees
but you keep telling yourself it must have been the alcohol
Somewere in the back of your brain
you see, you feel
the colors make you go insane
your body is dead
but your mind is like a runaway train
Fall
there are a million things to do
but you know there isn't anything like getting tall
Never been to church, and don't believe in God
but always pray to your dear Saint Paul
Call
cry out to the night, when you're all alone
it isn't hate you seek, but love you wish to maul
You don't know the difference between fantasy and your reality
but you know this ain't Oz and you're no doll
So when you're walking that fine line
between insanity and art
just know what is yours and what is mine
and when you ride the rush
take your time, don't push
becase you might just fall off the wall
in your mind
Paradox Jaded
- Tuesday, May 08, 2001 at 18:13:59 (PDT)
For a while I looked at her body
then I looked at the resin stain
on her thumb
Anonymous
- Sunday, May 06, 2001 at 22:54:31 (PDT)
More cardboard furniture for you,my sweet
Anonymous
- Sunday, May 06, 2001 at 22:53:37 (PDT)
"SPANISH PANTIES"
Red and black
white
black lace
tan
turquise
blue
dark blue
baby blue
mint green
three coats of nylon
covered with fish net
Anonymous
- Sunday, May 06, 2001 at 22:51:50 (PDT)
"Genetics"
Black hair and brown eyes
blond hair and blue eyes
blonde hair and brown eyes
black hair and black eyes
black hair and green eyes
blond hair and blue eyes
red hair and green eyes
white hair and grey eyes
brown hair and a bottle of die
Anonymous
- Sunday, May 06, 2001 at 22:26:21 (PDT)
not going to find it
in your canned beats
and it isn't coming from
the blue pine tree hanging from your rear-view
either
yeah, I thought it was yesterday
the only dosage meant for
M E
arm in arm
with left field behind
he wastes by the door
quite a shame, really
- Saturday, May 05, 2001 at 19:38:52 (PDT)
Yes, I suppose that it would be nice to be with him this evening
And perhaps I will got to the store with him tomorrow
Maybe even go for a swim some night when there's nothing to do
and I can even prefer his company over someone else's
But if you came to me and asked me one thing.......
Oh I would love you more than any other
And drop any other boy from my memory like a hot stone
Too fast to even leave a mark on my palm
And instead feel your palm, rough and soft and firm, just like always
Oh! I thought I had forgotten it! What comfort, how natural! Was I truly born to grasp this hand, day after day, all my life, through joy and tears and rich and poor and sorrow and love?
I thought that the other boys hand would push it out, cover it up, the ghost of your touch.
But no. As always, you have returned, and so have I, to this old place. And we always knew. Always, always. Time may pass, others may temporarily hide our memories, and pictures may gather dust in the meantime, but....
Here we are
You and I
As always
Anonymous
- Thursday, May 03, 2001 at 12:32:21 (PDT)
thats like smoking your last crack rock
and not signing up on welfare for more
Anonymous
- Wednesday, May 02, 2001 at 22:54:34 (PDT)
a pear tree liver
jumping over fences
3 am
and not a wink in sight
I wish for the
infomercial sound in your voice
to set me free
somni-nothing, frankly
nighttime formula my ass
Eve
- Wednesday, May 02, 2001 at 20:53:58 (PDT)
"Potasium Nitrate"
Potasium nitrate mechanical pump
rockwool respriation
pressure valve
heart tissue transplant
cloned battery cell core
machined roots under the winged surface
seeding acidous eggs
ingesting air
milky buds bypass
intersection of government chemicals
laced with spider blood
rotting in the mind monitor garden
feeding her salt peter and grapes
in the germination area
Travis Ray Cole
- Tuesday, May 01, 2001 at 22:01:07 (PDT)
"Another pound sign drawn on the apple"
Aerodynamic worm gravity
shading
yellowing
blood stained
organic dental chart
chewing the core of your seedless heart
compost waxed fellings
extracted from the canvas
Travis Ray Cole
- Tuesday, May 01, 2001 at 21:55:11 (PDT)
"String me along"
Thorns rip my eyes open
with no bed of roses
to lie you down in
shredding the run ways behind her
asking me for nothing
I agree to anything
release the doves
bashing me in the head with the butt of your rifle
Anonymous
- Tuesday, May 01, 2001 at 21:47:46 (PDT)
"Remember When"
Remember when we we're kids
and the whole family used to run into the room
when we heard the computer come on
and amercia online say "you got mail"?
Anonymous
- Tuesday, May 01, 2001 at 17:34:30 (PDT)
solatude and lonlyness walk hand and hand down the rode .will i ever
escape there cold stairs there conuishion,the nothingness in my own heart.
the felling of being by myself when i have 5 friends in the next room.
i am hanging myself on the invisabel noose in your hands strugling to get
my balince befor i fall for good.Some day i tell myself.but was it all just makebelive
Is there really nothing for me?As i walk down this rode of hopes with solatude on
my left and lonleness on my right i tell myself one day.But am i just trying to make
myself feel better?In some fucked up twisted way i think it is true.
I open my eyes to look around but all that is there is darkness.................................
sorry about the spelling i suck
DANIELLE L. KIRBY
- Tuesday, May 01, 2001 at 15:34:33 (PDT)
{TRADITIONAL}
"Jouneyman Plumber"
Hot on the left
cold on the right
shit flows down hill
and the bossman is a son of a bitch.
hot on the left cold on the right,shit flows down hill,and the boss man is a son of a bitch!
- Monday, April 30, 2001 at 11:04:15 (PDT)
is'nt it the boss man is a mother fucker
thats the way I heard it
and I thought the title was just the first rules
of plumbing?
Anonymous
- Monday, April 30, 2001 at 11:02:18 (PDT)
{TRADITIONAL}
"Jouneyman Plumber"
Hot on the left
cold on the right
shit flows down hill
and the bossman is a son of a bitch.
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 29, 2001 at 00:39:30 (PDT)
I'll never forget the day aunt stella
found a lump in her salad
Anonymous
- Saturday, April 28, 2001 at 23:57:20 (PDT)
I LOVE HIM .......I LOVE HIM.......I LOVE HIM.......I LOVE HIM.......I LOVE HIM.......I LOVE HIM.......I LOVE HIM
sweetness
- Saturday, April 28, 2001 at 20:54:37 (PDT)
Confusion
So many choices now
Uncertainty where once the path was lit
Where shall I go from here?
The future looms ever so near
A future of endless possibilities
Yet I feel chained and shackled
By this newfound freedom
Waiting for the opportunities to come to me
One day I may once again
Have the courage to seek them out
And make the future mine
Darrian
- Saturday, April 28, 2001 at 05:02:51 (PDT)
your so beautiful
when your angry
pout when your mad
iced eyes wide open
taking nothing back
yes your radiant
but I can't see you
I can't tell if your there
the one I'll never have
a million times over
emotions change
but the passions still there
Anonymous
- Friday, April 27, 2001 at 07:06:38 (PDT)
so what if they're painting the roses red
Anonymous
- Thursday, April 26, 2001 at 22:33:28 (PDT)
complications set free loom in my cluttered head
and i melt into this wierd little puddle of confusion
i see you and touch you
so real
so reality
and i'm at ease
happy
far away i tense and my world constricts into anxiety
what have i done?
do i want this
do i crave freedom
splitting headache again
lost temper
angry words
why do i do this to you
why do i do this to me...
your angel
- Thursday, April 26, 2001 at 08:36:10 (PDT)
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
I have loved you in a dream
your dark hair flowing
it's your dark eyes that 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
its a love 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
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 25, 2001 at 20:43:46 (PDT)
The Question
Do you want to share that
part of life with me where we have pain?
how could I ask you that
It is said
do you want to share pain with me?
the part where we have pain,will happen
so I would rather be with you
than anyone else to get through the pain.
has pain been used enough in a sentence?
life equals together against alone
honest lies
watch
hurt
away
run
if you care
if I care enough
to get together and try to make
something in life where we are together
do you want to?
do you even notice
there is tomorrow
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 25, 2001 at 20:25:20 (PDT)
can't be you not me
save nothing
lie safely to yourself and dream
die every time blocked
no more history
truth taken
quit mistaken
mind full of mystery
crazy love waste
mind twitch drainage
remember you not me
look away
watch nothing taken
leave a memorie
Wash yourself away
rinse yourself away
wash yourself away from me
tomorrows better
recall never
only in my dream
nitemare opens
stagnet hope reveals only
hate you to believe
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 25, 2001 at 20:12:38 (PDT)
you have no ideal what you want and your wasting
my your life time
dont you realize reconize
your mine
theres no one else for you
goodbye good luck get lost get
one more time
i dont want to break the spell you put on me
i dont wanna die to be free
i dont want to have to break you
steal your heart part two
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 25, 2001 at 20:08:37 (PDT)
lust for thee..
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
- Wednesday, April 25, 2001 at 19:37:11 (PDT)
is love enough?
i want
i want and want
i believe
i love
is she in touch
i dream
she rips it apart
a cloud with fog
a picket fence
god made heels
shes an angel heaven sent
magic
is she
love and lust
i love her more than love is love
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 25, 2001 at 19:35:38 (PDT)
my words are wasted
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 25, 2001 at 15:01:10 (PDT)
its not about love or hurt
or happy
its about spreading
kitty litter all around the room
next to every wall
kitty litter
in your shoes and underwear
and in a triangle shape in the freezer
so the martians don't jump down on earth
and eat us alive
sorry this was'nt the standard twenty lines
- Wednesday, April 25, 2001 at 07:08:04 (PDT)
wheres robbin?
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 25, 2001 at 02:03:47 (PDT)
I thought I knew you
but what I had known was perfect
I loved spending "MY" time with you
but I realize now it wasnt worth it
I thought I loved you
But "YOU" was not real
I thought I would hurt never again
But now I must heel
Thanx to you....
I'm Broken
IhOpEyOuRhApPy
B- - - - - - -
- Tuesday, April 24, 2001 at 16:29:55 (PDT)
Where's Robbin?
Anonymous
- Monday, April 23, 2001 at 08:59:20 (PDT)
"dream catcher part 34"
who the hell really cares
im really sickened now
I could take her out to the gas station
or fast food drive up window
buy her a new fender for christmas
is she crazy?
is she melting?
click your heels together
be my helen hunt
do my laundry
walk on my back
and close out the account
heres some chocolate and silk stockings
believe in the roosevelt machine
sign up on welfare
put a grandfather clock on layaway
greasy chicken
wishbone
you been fuckin' batman ain't it?
"Jesus christ pose"
air space
close to god
airstrikes
reduce population
unemployment will drop
like cessna's out of the sky
nelson mandella is waiting in the wings
arrest me with a bullet
radar eyes
"Overdose"
barb wire puppet strings
hammer on
bending neck strangulation
changing keys like locked dreams
slide across love notes
making your heart bleed warm
turn around feed back screams
speed means everything
can't you feel it crying
clean
so raw
dying
Anonymous
- Monday, April 23, 2001 at 01:08:32 (PDT)
no doubt with her eggs as spring is here......
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 22, 2001 at 07:32:59 (PDT)
where's robbin?
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 22, 2001 at 05:50:40 (PDT)
I'm doin' flyers.
Anonymous
- Saturday, April 21, 2001 at 13:29:12 (PDT)
I'm doin' flyers.
Anonymous
- Saturday, April 21, 2001 at 13:29:09 (PDT)
wheres robbin?
Anonymous
- Saturday, April 21, 2001 at 06:01:02 (PDT)
Subject: Where Eagles Dare by Therapy?
Where Eagles Dare as covered by Therapy?
This is on Violent World -- A Tribute to the Misfits.
Note: A=10, B=11, etc.
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There is nothing particularly complex in the song, although my tabbing of
the rhythm is probably way out. Just listen to the song to figure it out
yourself. In addition, the solo isn't right -- it's actually a bit more
flowery than what I've put down. Oh, and there are two guitar parts (one
of them plays a lot of slides down for a lot of the piece). Also, there's
some sax. I haven't tabbed that part yet.
Final note: there's a pre-chorus bit which is just A5 and G5 but there's
a little pause in there. I haven't tabbed it yet either. All in all, a
nice incomplete bit of tab!
A5 G5 A5 G5
E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
G|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
D|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|
A|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|
E|5-5-5---5-5-5---|5-5-5---5---3---|5-5-5---5-5-5---|5-5-5---5---3---|
A5 G5 A5 G5
E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
G|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------| x3
D|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|
A|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|
E|5-5-5---5-5-5---|5-5-5---5---3---|5-5-5---5-5-5---|5-5-5---5---3---|
We walk the streets at night We go where eagles dare
They pick up every movement They pick up every loser
With jaded eyes and features You think they really care
C5 F5 G5 C5 F5 G5
E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
G|5---5---5---5---|----------------|5---5---5---5---|----------------| x2
D|5---5---5---5---|3---3---5---5---|5---5---5---5---|3---3---5---5---|
A|3---3---3---3---|3---3---5---5---|3---3---3---3---|3---3---5---5---|
E|----------------|1---1---3---3---|----------------|1---1---3---3---|
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch You better think about it baby
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch You better think about it baby, babe
A5 G5 A5 G5
E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
G|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
D|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|
A|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|
E|5-5-5---5-5-5---|5-5-5---5---3---|5-5-5---5-5-5---|5-5-5---5---3---|
An omelet of disease awaits your noon-time meal
Her mouth of germicide seducing all
your glands
C5 F5 G5 C5 F5 G5
E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
G|5---5---5---5---|----------------|5---5---5---5---|----------------| x2
D|5---5---5---5---|3---3---5---5---|5---5---5---5---|3---3---5---5---|
A|3---3---3---3---|3---3---5---5---|3---3---3---3---|3---3---5---5---|
E|----------------|1---1---3---3---|----------------|1---1---3---3---|
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch You better think about it baby
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch You better think about it baby, babe
A5
E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
G|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
D|7---------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
A|7---------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
E|5---------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
G|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
D|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
A|4--5--4---5-4-7-|4--5--4---5-4---|4--5--4---5-4-7-|4--5--4---5-4---|
E|----------------|--------------5-|----------------|--------------5-|
E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|A---------------|A---------------|A---------------|A---------------|
G|--9-6-5---6-5-9-|--9-6-5---6-5---|--9-6-5---6-5-9-|--9-6-5---6-5---|
D|----------------|--------------5-|----------------|--------------5-|
A|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
A5 G5 A5 G5
E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
G|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------| x4
D|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|
A|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|7-7-7---7-7-7---|7-7-7---7---5---|
E|5-5-5---5-5-5---|5-5-5---5---3---|5-5-5---5-5-5---|5-5-5---5---3---|
Let's test your threshold of pain Let's see how long you last
That's happened in your rape On bosoms of your past
With jaded eyes and features You think they really care
We'll go where eagles dare Let's go where eagles dare
C5 F5 G5 C5 F5 G5
E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
G|5---5---5---5---|----------------|5---5---5---5---|----------------| x2
D|5---5---5---5---|3---3---5---5---|5---5---5---5---|3---3---5---5---|
A|3---3---3---3---|3---3---5---5---|3---3---3---3---|3---3---5---5---|
E|----------------|1---1---3---3---|----------------|1---1---3---3---|
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch You better think about it baby
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch You better think about it baby
C5 F5 G5 C5 F5 G5
E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
G|5---5---5---5---|----------------|5---5---5---5---|----------------|
D|5---5---5---5---|3---3---5---5---|5---5---5---5---|3---3---5---5---|
A|3---3---3---3---|3---3---5---5---|3---3---3---3---|3---3---5---5---|
E|----------------|1---1---3---3---|----------------|1---1---3---3---|
I ain't no goddamn son of a I ain't no goddamn son of a
C5 F5 G5 C5
E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
G|5---5---5---5---|----------------|----------------|5---------------|
D|5---5---5---5---|3---3---5---5---|----------------|5---------------|
A|3---3---3---3---|3---3---5---5---|----------------|3---------------|
E|----------------|1---1---3---3---|----------------|----------------|
I ain't no goddamn son of a Bitch
I got a bit carried away
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This transcription was done by Alex Kruczkowski (alex@roman.demon.co.uk).
You can find the web's most comprehensive archive of Therapy? tablature
at .
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Anonymous
- Friday, April 20, 2001 at 23:55:40 (PDT)
it happened to me again today
i stepped right in to disarray
i dove head first in a world of hurt
got kicked around in the dirt
i asked for it i know i did
i must have done something wrong as a kid
i must deserve the pain i'm in
i must have committed some dreadful sin
i wonder if i can redeem myself someday
i wish that i could find a way
i need to be needed i need to be loved
not ever mistreated or pushed or shoved
i need a hand to guide me through
a voice of reason when i don't know what to do
a shoulder to cry on when i need to talk
a hand to hold when i need to walk
someone help me out of this life
someone guide me through this pain and strife
someone show me a way to the top
cause i'm falling faster and i just can't stop
Jennifer D.
- Thursday, April 19, 2001 at 14:12:02 (PDT)
sometimes it is not as easy as others
i quit pretending, i even quit lying
he is in love with her? i think it may be so
oh my heart will break again, and again, and yet again
before i am through
before i begin
Anonymous
- Thursday, April 19, 2001 at 13:06:43 (PDT)
some bar chords and a few lies
some feed back
picasso blue eyes
stare at your ass
stare at your ass
stare at your ass
a couple of bass lines
some bar chords and a kiss goodbye
I'm leaving you
Anonymous
- Thursday, April 19, 2001 at 12:06:18 (PDT)
serene thoughts float through my head in your presence;
away from you they crash and explode in chaos
i can't understand where these mixed emotions come from
and how i'm supposed to tame them
i want your tenderness
i want to be happy and carefree with you
i want this uneasiness to go away.
your angel
- Thursday, April 19, 2001 at 10:10:48 (PDT)
move geese
get along little doggies
wolf wolf
quack
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 18, 2001 at 13:36:25 (PDT)
flood water
thirst
ruin
waste
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 18, 2001 at 07:16:14 (PDT)
Rio
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
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 18, 2001 at 04:36:39 (PDT)
GOD
I only ask that you forgive me. Let him live another
life. I can't do it for him. Please salvalge my peace
and my well being, and keep US safe.
Please GOD.
Justagirl
- Tuesday, April 17, 2001 at 20:03:23 (PDT)
"Kill your guitar"
{Cowboy chords and a bag of crack}
Whoops I dropped your.. .. ..
you call that a guitar?
You can't sleep with it
eat on it or make love to it
it doesnt look like
the devil or fire
what exactly are you
trying to pull here
you have no guitar
no fine tuners,tremelo bar
or buckle scratches
theres no sweat on the neck
your bloods not on it
no string marks across the frets
showroom hundred and fifty bucks
is a guitar?
it dont even know who owns it
theres no power in
no magic
no energy
so let me put it out of its misery
with another
pieces of wood splinter
I want to hurt this finely tuned instrument
only
because it sounds like
pop
chunks of wood
pieces of metal fly
they are free
man made in another country
by someone a human bieng
with feelings
for
smash
like f holes in my eyes from tears
you see the trick is knowing how to end your guitars
with out causing harm to your self
or others
and splinter the splinters
then drill holes in them
I wish it was you
I had this anger for
I break the breakable
I live
I am a higher power
smash
shall I burn the busted unphotographed
satanic tool?
I kill the noise
I cant stand
only
because I can not play
very well
hahahahahahahahahahahah
haaaaaaa ahaaaaaaaah ahaaaaaahhahaahahaahaahahahaah
ahahhahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahahah
hahhahaahahahahahahahahahahahah
hhhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahaaha
hahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahah
haaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahaha
ahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahhahaha
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 17, 2001 at 14:48:34 (PDT)
Doors of a Life
If I play it will be for keeps
this you should know
before sweetness
in your soul does seep
theres no way of knowing
what life has for you in store
unless of course
you push open those doors
that you always dream about
and from now on quit pulling
so you can find your way out
and then dream them no more
scaredness of truth and scaredness
has you dreaming every single nite
of a life lived in each other's mind
of a life that could never be real
of a life belonging to the divine
of a life filled with scruples
of a life nutured by nature
of a life where two are one
of a life lived by both in the mind
free to fluxuate the storylines
you continue to pull and hide
when you need to push and live
making that a reality on the outside
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 17, 2001 at 08:47:51 (PDT)
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
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 17, 2001 at 05:34:21 (PDT)
sweetness seeps into my soul
short curcuiting the brain
severing connection everywhere
I am a hostage to this thing
Anonymous
- Monday, April 16, 2001 at 21:42:40 (PDT)
Happy Post-Easter, Anonymous!
(?)
courtesy is the heart of her
it's only you I trip on
It could'nt be
such a goddamn waste
in my Sunday best
not pews but chairs
elbows touching but you may as well be in
Sri Lanka
we just don't go
don't mix
it doesn't work
oh how I wish we just got on
perhaps in the next life
when you're a grasshopper and I'm a lemon
Eve
- Monday, April 16, 2001 at 10:26:14 (PDT)
"President's Choice greaseburger with cheese"
I wish I was alone with you on an Island
you wearing your cavewoman outfit
eating roots and berries
keeping each other warm with body heat
having sexual contact with the local population
making sure not to handle monkeys dog and cats
not drinking anything with ice
not eating any dairy products that are not pasterized
and staying out of fresh water
watching the sun set on the oil slicks
and fishing out next to the oil rigs
Anonymous
- Monday, April 16, 2001 at 09:00:16 (PDT)
Happy Eve Easter.
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 15, 2001 at 21:04:14 (PDT)
HAPPY EASTER EVE!
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 15, 2001 at 10:19:44 (PDT)
blonde hair fools gold
not everything
love is blonde rotting
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 15, 2001 at 08:31:29 (PDT)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"War Crimes"
by
Travis Ray Cole
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"War Crimes"
With only the skies to hide under
all the Lords gather in rain and thunder
like blood thoughts dry inside the drum
all the Gods will return to the grave
and you will be the only one
fate and destiny will change
my only chance to fade away
the only path I'll follow you down
tomb stones replace my friends now
the only song we don't play
you'll bleed for me someday
out of your mind debts paid
kiss the wasted blood away
In prayer you summon the unwanted
toss aside the valued for nothing
look thru art to keep yesterday from haunting
designed thoughts to believe in something
In hell you lust for disease
recycle religions
hypnotize and seduce me
money and idols breed saddness
I'm sorry,there is no free
In the confusion
I walk away
leave everything
it means nothing
theres no reason to be afraid
All the Lords lead you to false answers
lies line the walls of the greatest castles
The Gods we've choosen don't see us
and they themselves are worth more dead
it's time to walk away
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 15, 2001 at 08:30:13 (PDT)
Happy Easter asshole!
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 15, 2001 at 05:19:42 (PDT)
"War Crimes"
With only the skies to hide under
all the lords gather in rain and thunder
like blood thoughts dry inside the drum
all the gods will return to the grave
and you will be the only one
fate and destiny will change
my only chance to fade away
the only path I'll follow you down
tomb stones replace my friends now
the only song we don't play
you'll bleed for me someday
out of your mind debts paid
kiss the blood away
in prayer you summon the unwanted
toss aside the valued for nothing
look thru art to keep yesterday from haunting
designed thoughts to believe in something
in hell you lust for disease
recycle religions
hypnotize and seduce me
money and idols breed saddness
there is no free
in the confusion
I walk away
leave everyting
it means nothing
theres no reason to be afraid
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 15, 2001 at 05:18:49 (PDT)
"Might as well kill somebody and go to prison and have a better life"
Can't wash clothes
Can't watch television
Can't listen to the radio
Can't get messages
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 15, 2001 at 04:26:37 (PDT)
"The abortion flower"
death
open up dead
"The gypsy"
looking at me you can see the curse
"waiting for someone to die"
as you climb off the cross with flies eating at the sores
c clamps in the arches of your feet
bullet holes in your hands splinters in your head
sacrafice the goats the pigs
burn the cattle
kill the trees
the beauty contest crown
dead flowers
get off the cross
get off the cross
"it is'nt me"
I buy mirrors and don't look into them
making dolls with your face candles with your name
in the small box I break the mirrors
glue them to all sides
and in the coffin in the box you go
in to the grave
at the crossroads you travel in the path you walk
I place a fork pointing up and when you cross it
all your spell all your curses
reversed
"SPIT"
blood and generic macaroni and cheese
for your last dinner
while in the mental instition you
recieve messages
and watch television
recieve messages
and watch television
recieve messages
and watch television
recieve messages
and watch television
recieve messages
and watch television
looking out the grey bars
depression repression recession
looking out the picasso grey bars
of your mothering
looking out
into the free lie
with each new riff you come up with satan issues you another crazy stalker fan,since the it is the work of the devil...the satanic tool the instrument of hell
the more riffs the more stalkers like an unpleasent odor
"the configuration of the tumor on the cats ass in concordance with the moon"
we learn something new everyday,today we learned if you dump kitty litter all over the floor
the cat {not bieng a rocket scientist}now thinks the cat box got much bigger and dookies about the living space designed for NOT SHITTING IN THE FLOOR
"A fart in Church"
Judgement lowclass
Bleach blonde
Kathy was ready for the big dinner wearing the green
mini dress she was married in for the third time
{each one more legal in the eyes of socity
the being last one paid for by bitch hitler}
She had sticks of margerine for the children,each one recieving his or her own it being a hoilday and all
with rats on the table or mice and green worms on the make line
my penis has won the lottery
"your energy"
waste
wasted
waste
cause yourself harm
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 15, 2001 at 02:55:39 (PDT)
HAPPY EASTER EVE
Anonymous
- Saturday, April 14, 2001 at 16:40:27 (PDT)
His stoic being came down today.
He talked to me.....long...and definite.
The fear has crept up on him now, the fear
of loosing what makes him he. His fascade came
crashing down, the tears that fell were silent and
unwelcomed by him. They had to fall. He spoke of 70
years of writing, every day...every feeling....even
the weather. His travels and journals have know 8,448
that have died and went on. He served his country in
Europe in the 30's. He sereved his family infinitly.
The proudness while he reflected on raising his beautiful daughters. Teaching their fragileness was
welcome and rare. He taught them of travels of the spirit and journeys of the heart. They learned well
scholars I'd say. I just felt I should type this small tribute to you Mr. Trent King. You are the PARAGON JEWEL among mere-mortals. I respect you and
I'm humbled to have known you. God Bless you and keep
you just like you are.
Beth
- Friday, April 13, 2001 at 22:10:26 (PDT)
happy easter sPARKy
Anonymous
- Friday, April 13, 2001 at 05:10:13 (PDT)
Easter bunny farts!! HAHAHAHAHahahahhahaa
Anonymous
- Thursday, April 12, 2001 at 13:21:16 (PDT)
What's silent and smells like chocolate?
Anonymous
- Thursday, April 12, 2001 at 13:20:41 (PDT)
well thats good if it helps to keep your fingers out of them....?
Anonymous
- Thursday, April 12, 2001 at 12:40:55 (PDT)
yeah the coffee's good
I always puke out my nose.
Anonymous
- Thursday, April 12, 2001 at 05:02:00 (PDT)
"Nice day for suicide"
The aborted flower opens up
dead
Travis Cole
- Thursday, April 12, 2001 at 04:43:19 (PDT)
To the most selfish person I have ever known:
I am so sick of your small, small person
you are not amusing
you are not cool
you are not charming
you are not witty
you are not clever
you are not macho
you are not sly
you are not anything you think you are
but most of all,
you are not a man.
Never have been, never will be.
I feel sorry for the woman that marries you or the potential friend that thinks all guys are the same as you.
Sadness cries out from me for those unknowing naïve partners
who think they will find a penis and a brain located somewhere on your person, and
I feel so sorry for those that think you may possibly have some class and human stature of some sort.
All you care about is yourself, and all you have EVER cared about is yourself.
what a waste of semi-existant brain you have. What a true, dire, ultimate shame.
What an utter dissapointment
joyless, and full of it
*small*
you are nothing at all
(thanks for the prose space, folks.)
Eve
- Wednesday, April 11, 2001 at 21:19:41 (PDT)
i imagined that new someone would be
different from any one i'd ever been with
someone unique and beautiful;
and i got my wish
you defy every idea of happiness i thought i knew
and you're so much more than i thought i deserved
what is it that brought you to me?
no matter what you say i don't believe i could deserve you
or the tenderness you give me
oh, i'm so lucky to have taken a chance on you
and let you in completely
i just hope i don't ruin this great thing that found me.
becca
- Wednesday, April 11, 2001 at 10:25:21 (PDT)
Happy Easter Eve!
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 11, 2001 at 02:59:15 (PDT)
the brothel was burned
by the law
for it was against the law
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 11, 2001 at 01:33:50 (PDT)
no I did'nt know that.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 10, 2001 at 20:52:09 (PDT)
did you know that I have roams the rooms and hallways of Graceland and view his gravesite located in the backyard
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 10, 2001 at 16:54:57 (PDT)
Why be sad when you can be happy?
Allow me to say that again-- think about the words
Why be sad when you can be happy?
We live in America, the land of the most "freedom"
(the quote marks are my disclaimer)
Do anything you want to do!
Nice, isn't it?
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 10, 2001 at 15:50:53 (PDT)
Did ya know that Elvis was gay and died of AIDS?
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 10, 2001 at 08:47:27 (PDT)
what you have done
is more rotton than
www.rotton.com itself.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 10, 2001 at 06:23:01 (PDT)
"holding a sign on the free way off ramp"
If you don't prune this page right now
I'm going to jump up and down and yell
and piss all over my self
I don't like what someone else wrote
elvis is christ/hitler
- Tuesday, April 10, 2001 at 05:14:17 (PDT)
get out the maps of the military bases in china
take the rats acid
kiss your whore goodbye
bomb china bomb every base on the mainland
rocket man
bank roll
zebras in the sky
love the beautiful
let the rest die
in your radar eye
bomb china
employment will go up
look at the sattlelite photos
and tell me who you love?
try money
cheating on your own lie
bomb china
let the fuckers die
peace out
trip master
your war machine
becomes your bastard
feed the lies
schemes
I can't hear you crying
by the sea side
you thru me out to the nights sky
I love you anyway
life is only time
bomb china
let the air strikes begin
and lady england can bite my nuts again
bomb china
let the air strikes begin
nevermind the dolphins
theres 67 new planets where they can live
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 10, 2001 at 04:25:07 (PDT)
bullet to my head
bullet in my brain
shes such an answer
all I feel is pain
suicide for lust
blood flows down the drain
every time you ask yourself
hell is not that far away
knifes across the skin
whisper something sane
tell me your lies
stop hearing the same things
the train left the station
she gets around so much
I choose to love
the death of the rain
nobodys fool
nobodys fool
in recluse to write a book
an excuse
to get away from you
the purple room
purple is ginas fave color
theres a band in texas names after your hatred
mind game deluxe
yourspecial
your the only one
all the songs I hear
everything you are to me
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 10, 2001 at 04:15:04 (PDT)
HOW DO THEY GROW SEEDLESS WATER MELONS?
Bees. Yes the bees do it. They cross pollinate. The seedless water melon plant is sterile and can be pollinated only by crossing it with pollen from a regular seeded water melon. In order to accomplish this, growers plant seeded and seedless plants adjacent to one another and, with the help of pollen-carrying bees, they pollinate seedless plants to produce seedless watermelons.
Anonymous
- Monday, April 09, 2001 at 23:02:00 (PDT)
me and tonia in a double wide
thats our dream
but we would also settle for a 70 foot made in '75
with marble floors in the hall way
6 shower heads in the bath
and closets bigger than your living room
we would have kids for our kids to watch
and in the summer
we could walk in the pig shit at the county fair
never mind her we could get an apartment in the city
or the suburbs and have nothing but you
your long hair and skinny ass
oh yeah, I'm RETARDED
Anonymous
- Monday, April 09, 2001 at 22:58:19 (PDT)
Maybe christ would try to hold his head above water
with each gasping breath
trying to say i love you
on the next day
on the last page
on your air wave
would you waer the ears
honey can you hear
the menu said shes a dragon
so delicate and frail
ripping out my broken heart
and bringing my sainity right back to crazy
in a good way
i leave the third rail
no words from you could treat my with shock
im used to missing you
they found her for me
the right look and name etched in my heart years before
all new
i think its americian
the common factor
poet from the other side
no heart to break
no mind could take
no where
does she taste
like?
voice so soft
all the reason we know
rock and roll
but can not stay within the realms
and confines i could lose my self in her or you or you
and wake up to realize i have to die
without love will she wave goodbye as she did last night?
will happines ever find the wall of fences
all on a summer day
when the night is so much better?
Anonymous
- Monday, April 09, 2001 at 22:26:46 (PDT)
"It's Over{over}
What page is the end on?
the index won't recall
what day do you depend on
leave
leave me after all
alone the island
a leaf would have to fall
I want you like a sringe in my face
love is just a poem
so call me tomorrow
would you please
not telephone
hey dig the code
I want you like a sringe in my face
removeing acne your puss gross love
squeeze me until I love
I want you to leave
pee in your floor
leave the seat up
Anonymous
- Monday, April 09, 2001 at 22:20:18 (PDT)
THE CRYSTALS
on the red hair
reaching out from the light green
solid mass turning to dust
green and red dust
Anonymous
- Monday, April 09, 2001 at 22:11:57 (PDT)
"Dream Waster"
If she took all this time
read my words every thought
destroy my mind,
she knows about hell
is she crazier than me
I could lose her if I wanted too
I could out run her
day or night
Anonymous
- Monday, April 09, 2001 at 22:03:35 (PDT)
He lives in the dark
He lives in me
He creates a spark
Only Eye can see
Eye long to be "WITH" him
Whatever it takes
Eye don't care, its a sin
But we all make mistakes
With him Eye can feel
Feel everything
Not always always at once
but its NEVER NEVER the same
Everything you "see"... DiFfErEnNt
But yet ment to be
But there is always always that spark
That he will never never see.
IfYoUkNoWtHiStHeNyOuKnOwMe
B- - - - - - -
- Monday, April 09, 2001 at 17:38:12 (PDT)
in search of my pot of gold
I burn bridges wherever I go
for Ill be damn if they too
will be getting any piece
of to me whats rightfully owed
the only bridge Id never destroy
cause its a hippie flick decoy
is the one called rainbow bridge
Anonymous
- Monday, April 09, 2001 at 11:13:14 (PDT)
you gave inspiration to my soul
through you I found the groove
into my heart you placed rhythm
you charged my body with electricity
everytime you entered the purple room
to say to me what you knew I would hear
you bathed me in what ifs and what thens
& I tried to cleanse your souls self esteem
neither of us succeeded in our attempt to fail
our time together was short and not at all real
In fact, I made you up so that I soon had to deal
back into the trash these card like photos I have
they would only really get me into trouble anyway
cause how would I explain how I created u from a dream
you were nothing until I thought you to be
but you were something growing inside me
and no it is not what your thinking a baby
you were the vice grips cutting into my viens
you saw everything that comes into your life
nailing shut the friendship door is what you do
afraid of the Storm waiting in the sky's harddrive
to rear its ugly head upon receiving its open cue
Nails wont save you and neither will the wooden cross
no matter how much you confess to the almighty boss
your doings with me will always have an attached cost
doesnt matter
where you go
who your with
when your there
someone will smile
with a certain gleem
tucked into their eye
you will think of me
from the pictures u hide
or when you hear the sounds
created by michael cretu
as I am ritualed to him too
in a spiritual manner though
I connected with that source
many moons and summers ago
those octives said what Ive
always wanted to a soul say
life was about loving him
placing my heart and trust
into the music we do thrust
it was never to be about you and me
it should never have been about me and you
I lamented it from the start but I ignored
as I was lured, seduced, and raped of my heart
I traded love for sudden unecessary attention lust
all because I am in a rush
to speed through my life
to get to the next one
which included him instead
I sidetracked and educated
so well that neither knew
of each others existence
im a smooth cat but with no ktats
only have a beautiful wolf dog
that used to drive us insane
to the point that I began to logg on
in ecessive amounts paying him no regard
he loves me more today however
even though for the last while ive been a tard
thats because I was honest to him in what I wanted
now two years have past and from time to time
I am still reminded of my sidetracked
sacredless senseless crime
thats when Im glad I have you to keep me from
getting caught with the life that I live in here
Anonymous
- Monday, April 09, 2001 at 11:04:06 (PDT)
well I knew Bertha was cheating on me
when she was supposed to meet me at bingo
and I bought her cards and was waiting
and waiting and waiting
so I goes back home and there it was another mans cane on my bedroom door
so I hid her teeth in the salad crisper drawer of the fridge and started watching love boat
meanwhile her and oscar must have heard me
and he climbed out the window and fell off the roof
so in all the comotion
I went out and took the transmission out of his volvo wagon
and threw it down the noisy neighbors well
then I got whisked up that same night
and knocked over his outhouse
he died three months later of gangreen
only after the hospital cut off the wrong leg
that bastard
thats the day i wrote this poem
tell me what you think of it?
=================
"OH Bertha"
Oh Bertha{or Robbin}
I would love to
Oh Bertha {or Robbin}
whats the use
the heavens are your home
==================
well thats it
the guys down at the barber shop
said it would go nice on Bertha's Headstone
Anonymous
- Monday, April 09, 2001 at 02:19:44 (PDT)
I remember it like it was yesterday
when Bertha passed
and the week following
at the church dinner sunday nite sister suzi asked me over for prune burgers
and afterwards she took me outback to see her prune patch.
when she finally show me to the trophy room where she had the ribbons she won at the prune festival
she took out her teeth and kissed me
all I could taste was prunes
and I knew this was the real thing
love
a love we could live on
that and her social security check every month
even though Bertha had'nt been gone but a week
I knew the people from church would talk
and brother simpson would cancel the fishing trip
saturday
but I was bieng hand feed oat bran and fiber
was worth it
the next sunday dinner she made prune ice cream
with prune balls and the preacher father bob
brought a case of french prunes
since he did'nt have to pay taxes on it
then he got prune belly
and sister suzi said it was the devils work
so that night I turned off the television when we got down so the evil spirits could not see us
and I could barely tell she was obease anymore
the next day was a miracle my bow movement was
regular and I felt fifty again
right up until sister suzi left me
high and dry
thats when it all took a turn for the worst
I tried to end it all with a bad batch of metimucil
and did'nt even take the fifty seven studabaker out
for sunday drives on saturdays anymore
Anonymous
- Monday, April 09, 2001 at 01:51:33 (PDT)
Happy Easter Eve!
Anonymous
- Monday, April 09, 2001 at 01:28:11 (PDT)
tacky plastic chairs
commence the beginning in the end
do you hear the beast wrought golden
slouching slinking towards some
southern star'd valley
bored and jaded
- Sunday, April 08, 2001 at 21:09:03 (PDT)
guess no one's that depressed anymore, eh?
not too active in the poetry department now, are we?
do you all concur it would be a grand time for a prune?
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 08, 2001 at 17:35:49 (PDT)
ruff ruff said the english man
purr purr little kitty
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 08, 2001 at 02:00:24 (PDT)
Today is a brand new day
I am no longer of damage
I have been 24 hours free
I must say I feel different
a longing for dense chatter
was no longer what mattered
but the one matter by itself
emotions to be felt with him
praying for your forgiveness
so I may know of him that way
hold his body
the way it
deserves to be
nurtured and held
stoke him at the
turn of midnight
caress him with my
mind, words, and tongue
take hold of his pleasure
seduce him out in the open
for my naked body to please
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 08, 2001 at 01:08:44 (PDT)
satan says
it won't be long until you to
are dumping bags of potato chips out around trees
satan says
your a nut
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 08, 2001 at 00:59:05 (PDT)
so you've inserted Mr.Microchip
and slid down the holy cross
climbed on top of the church with me
and made love to the badge
making it dirty and uneffective
scamming does'nt always work
and the underground washed your hands
thinking you deserve your thorny crown
tickets to nowhere
thought labor
so you toss your hair back
and climb upon my cross
insert mr microchip and plan your next piccasso picnic
stab at it into the night
river of lies recycled mind
changed blind
under the influence of wasted lines
meaningless kisses
lying eyes and bedroom eyes
drink the spit
puke out everything you ever cared about
what the censor do I care
I wish the whores would leave me alone
so I could celebrate
an empty grave
dirty diseased money that does'nt mean a thing
climb across the vines
stab yourself with roses
splintered lust
forget you we're never mine
keep time
when you tell your lie
pay your dues
with hunger pains
for whats left of memories denied
insert Mr.microchip
into your mind
a robot of love a machine with programmed mind
you mean nothing to me because reality is
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 08, 2001 at 00:51:57 (PDT)
I will never totally believe (refering to god)
even as distant as you are (talking bout the moon)
the longer you stay away(reference 2 last weeks shakes)
the more i will play (speaking about poetry)
Anonymous
- Saturday, April 07, 2001 at 22:30:25 (PDT)
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Hey You!
by
october 1998 first week--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Yeah, that’s right
I’m talking to you
I wanna tell you something
just hear me out..
maybe you’ll listen
I know I didn’t
oh.. I heard..
I understood..
but I didn’t listen
Look down at your watch
see those seconds ticking away
your never NEVER going to see them again
..............sounds logical don’t it?
Did to me, I got it.. I heard it before
somewhere, someone, something
told me one way or another..
I bet there’s something you want
but you never got around to it
something your putting off...
something, someone maybe
If your smart your not reading this
you’ve turned off the screen
walked away, or gotten a clue..
but maybe your like me..
dont read the words here...
just listen to the song
to the message, ok.
Look around..
familiar??
not for long.
Things.. people
they have a way of
disappearing..
Chances only come around
once, and never again.
we let them pass..
because we’re stupid or afraid, or both.
for me, it was because I’m afraid.
afraid to live, I guess.
but I’m getting better
I just wish that I’d decided to earlier.
cause now I can see all that I wasted.
all that I through away..
all that I missed
and all that I’ve lost..
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Anonymous
- Saturday, April 07, 2001 at 22:04:45 (PDT)
a grounds for dismissal
handed out proudly today
but wore in utter shame
gawks of mere curiousity
penetrated into the enigma
as the beholder placed blame
those octaves spoke of sadness
to which they have only known
but still I want to feel their pain
~Maybe thats whats wrong with me
is my pursuit to make others happy
while staying clear of my own self
sacred self is a satisfying space to be
knowing its you and him who are the only one
one is not a lonely number where two live as one
it is only lonely when two is taken awa;y from one
then it is truely lonely for its only really with one
a clash of eras, a new time warp for two
think alike dirty hands and littered minds
brought life back into a lifeless soul bond
that is how you salvated me and set me free
now I know where I should direct my sexual energy
one day older brought with it tears of sadness
flipping through memories both photo and in mind
flashbacks of your lips and his passionate kiss
if only the last one had come from you instead
I could have put this ol wound to its death bed
Never having to spell your right said fred head
never asking you while me taken to come to my bed
the amateurs and the pros form two lines
across are stares into their partners eyes
the first team: experienced ecstasy but with an Exodus escape
the second and last team: you think your yanking my chain...
each are competing for a one fucking night surprise
and are they ever going to be disappointed when they reach the finish line~Why is that ohhh I wonder Why
because we cant award that kind of fuckn night prize
they have to award themselves but they are awarded now
so nothing good could ever come so theyll have to suffer because of her pre~established demise
so the mindless race they are running will b there only surprize
Anonymous
- Saturday, April 07, 2001 at 20:10:29 (PDT)
Spiritual Ecstasy
a mind full of desires
with a soul rich in passion
a body dressed in nothing
with a bed covered in silk
another body enters the scene
wrapped only in satin sheets
holding two bottles of wine
is then greeting with a smile
time is of no real deal issue
as the night slowly slips by
the energy level creeps up high
very soon the two will not divide
a sudden exchange of tender touches
the two become one with a mouthful of kisses
an erotic mood sweeps into the air
inhibitions and sheets fall to the floor
one on one the two begin to unite
their bodies moving in unison
for these desires they cannot fight
moving towards ecstasy in the moonlight
thier shadows only show that of one
soft whispers fill the ears
indicating that climax is near
and the divinity is finally here
making love brought them to tears
within a kiss the exchange of bliss
breath is taken and breath is received
harmony is achieved and love is conceived
the divine is satisfied and can now leave
embraced in each others arms
the two peacefully fall asleep
copyright. 2001 soulanah
Anonymous
- Saturday, April 07, 2001 at 08:44:40 (PDT)
or give her tyenol
Anonymous
- Saturday, April 07, 2001 at 00:26:52 (PDT)
celebration,fine garbage day
fallout
river scented pschodust
fungus infected microchip
auctioned afterbirth tool
lies inside yourself stealing goodbyes
head games head games head games
everyday I stab my self in the heart
your automatic is my missle
your automatic is my thought
apart from us there is dried blood
rotting on the spool
the stitches are doing more harm now
as decoration
your spell has replaced the lining of your mind
your heart leaving nowhere for love
along with the eleven lies against you
forces empty reason
blocking all meaning
only decieving
leaving my loss to you
anger whispered into nowhere
a song always finds you
and your the one that asked for magic
your the one that did'nt believe in even you
your the one that don't exist
and I'm the broken rule
angels broken lost from heaven
atomic sunbathing in the war built for you
all yesterdays run and hide
bare dry gardens provide hungry truths
and theres everything to believe in
Anonymous
- Saturday, April 07, 2001 at 00:17:59 (PDT)
I am in deep love with my mind
but this love is not conceided
not like some people might think
I think thoughts that are beyond
while some tend to be really bad
and others still not yet any real
from the last time I dreamt them
my mind is not held by structure
there are no framed wooded beams
I can reach and reach forever to
only ever find there was no end
to limit was to loose ones life
information is the holy bread
to which is the only one I feed my head
aborbing what it can and meet freaky friends
my mind is a sponge and you are the water trapped inside
I have always been fascinated by the nature of why
but then left it to others to fill in the because
I was at one time to lazy to pick up my nutrition
For fear I'd learn something and people would know
the thought of not remembering made me quite scared
until the first time I took on the intellectual tree
then I understood why it could be the only one to free me and liberate my mind all at the same damn time
now my thoughts have turned reason into rhyme
As I sit and am free to ponder the sun, moon, and stars
limitless is my mind to think just exactly as it wants
so here I am now with u in front of me in my third eye
Us right here and them out there way high in the sky
omg the video Butterfly ~ thats some crazy hot stuff
my thoughts are like derailed trains who jumped track
but luckly with bread I know how to find my way back
pulling from this hole and that hole all these facts
I am not sorry for how I feel towards whats in my head
I am sad however that my university career is coming to an end.
Anonymous
- Friday, April 06, 2001 at 22:02:06 (PDT)
its saturday night
and my daughter's
carrying a fever
I know what to do
I'll soothe her
with the music
that I used to
groove to.
Anonymous
- Friday, April 06, 2001 at 21:06:43 (PDT)
disco
Anonymous
- Friday, April 06, 2001 at 13:10:46 (PDT)
Aint No Rest For The Wicked
weve invested so much time
teasing each others minds
with sexually loaded lines
were about to commit a crime
right now I am the biggest slime
acting like I was a clean ol dime
when all I am on that nickle is the grime
or the negativity within these rhymes
when all I need is to be taken and dined
then later to be fed some sweet tasted wine
with an increased chance of an erotic sixty nine
so steamy, hot and horny they would give us a fine
my body would be all kinky like a wild grape vine
wrapped around ;your whole body tightly like a scarf
Id lead you to my ecstasy where it comes from deepin me
together in that moment u & me feel it & begin to grind
the extra thrusts during a sexy whimpering and a whine
whispered words of gentleness and those that are kind
its time to trade places and have you in me from behind
wow see again my thinking is getting way out of line
but are you inside my mind so that must be some sign
the passion you have stirred so now I must go and find
unless u decide to hide your emotions much like a mime
trying to convey that he wants to do nothing but unwine
that would be the time I would be visited by the devine
and have to make my pleas to then start crying
wishing my way out of this lonely enzine.
copyright. 2001 Soulanah
Anonymous
- Friday, April 06, 2001 at 01:01:40 (PDT)
im climbing to the highest mountain
the only one that will get me to god
when I reach the peak I plan to say
thank you for this awesome day
redemption will dance and ready to share
as I plan to draw my last breath of air
I will kneel to the rock while thinking of him
I would pray for rain and picture a fountain
thoughts of impurity are in need of holy water
clense me of this need to always want to crave
I want to say no and learn what it is to behave
Make one proud and maybe even an eventual father
take me back to live in and with the sacred times
my heart, mind, and soul used to reside amongst in
copyright. 2001 Soulanah
Anonymous
- Friday, April 06, 2001 at 00:18:22 (PDT)
Life living on the rail lately
Cursed with sadness
and under its thumb
I download many thoughts
and reveal where I come from
I remember not a pretty place
although I often dreamed of them
and always met up with your face
knowing one day would be today
where I could no longer depend on you
as I had lost all hope and desire in me
you are not my salvation to set me free
I alone must go on that my own journey
To the sad waters of the dolphins
in order to face my reality
and meet my unborn~maybe
while hearing the enigmatic dolphin tones
painfully crying out to me
forever condemned to be confused
they will moan even beyond existence.
Copyright. 2001 Soulanah
Anonymous
- Thursday, April 05, 2001 at 23:30:25 (PDT)
warlords
warlocks
witches
wizards
women
wimbolton
wanna
'witches of eastwick'
Anonymous
- Thursday, April 05, 2001 at 23:15:16 (PDT)
in the Universe there is order while my mind is littered with choas
I had to get attached
In order to unattach myself
I had to be like that
in order to unleash myself
I had to loose my morals
In order to find my way back
I had to exchange values
in order to loose myself
I had to say those things
In order to feel the shame
I had to do those actions
in order to know the pain
I had to think those thoughts
In order to find myself
I had to realize everything
in order to see it as it is
I had to forgo some time
In order to gain back space
I had to play this game
in order not to place blame
I had to have you see me
In order for me to get old
I had to carry on this way
in order for me to know im not gay
I had to relive a shameful past
In order to leave it all behind
I had to sit on the floor
in order not to sit in the chair
I had to inhale that parinoia
In order to refresh everything
I had to leave never to be understood
in order to move on and away
I had to dance with the devil
In order not to loose my soul
I had to remove all my masks
in order to be face to face with the devine
I had to change on the spot
In order for me to get caught
I had to get caught
in order to get me to stop
I had to stop
In order for me to live
I had to live
in order not to hate
I had to not hate
In order to love
I had to love
in order to find you
copyright 2001 Soulanah
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Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 04, 2001 at 20:05:23 (PDT)
"Burning Cattle"
Mass slaughtered
a dozen diseases
trench graves
viris crisis
infected farms
national disaster tourism
smuggled overseas meat
another mass grave
millions
burning animals
cull and dispose of
wrongly buried
dug up and reburied
infected carcasses
contaminated water supplies
screwthedolphins@gaswars.com
- Wednesday, April 04, 2001 at 05:02:46 (PDT)
congrats
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 04, 2001 at 01:55:54 (PDT)
im going to have twins
Z
- Wednesday, April 04, 2001 at 00:53:00 (PDT)
Lab Rats Lament
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
Cole
- Tuesday, April 03, 2001 at 04:22:48 (PDT)
naked email
i am just saying i love you
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 03, 2001 at 01:21:53 (PDT)
Well I'm back from china
and I won the war
maybe I'm not looking for a real hot whore
Now I smashed my guitars and my heart wants more
I've gone and left my sweet,sweet slave camp girl
work farm mamas
I smell like my whore
Why did you fire me?
I told you sixty days in advance
I was going back to my country
on Christmas to get my kids
satan did'nt use toilet paper
jesus walked every where he went
she loved her way into a volvo
god bless her soul
now I'm saving up to buy a new plan
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 03, 2001 at 01:20:46 (PDT)
burp
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 31, 2001 at 23:49:51 (PST)
blues in E
"Slave Camp Blues"
Hundred dollars a day
Shove it up your ass
Hundred dollars a day
Shove it up your ass
'cause when you fuck me over
I ain't comin back
never missed a day
for you I break my back
never missed a day
for you I break my back
and make you lots a money
for your slave camp
solo
but people are humans
you don't treat them like it
when a dollars more important
and you take all you can get
a hundred dollars a day
shove it up your ass
hundred dollars a day
shove it up your ass
'cause when you fuck me over
I ain't comin' back
Anonymous
- Friday, March 30, 2001 at 00:49:26 (PST)
"The New Moderns{don't lie in ryhyme}"
We may have slept with
Jack Ginsberg before he was nobody
before he was nobody
can the hearing impaired have voices
in thier heads?
mine have a narrator
It is so sweet my new stalker is writing to me
under ten different names
sending me pages and pages of love poetry
which I delete unread and tell her
it was all very good.
mirroring the mirror of film
Grandma and Mom always
buy me the ugliest prostitutes
Your not Steven Spielberg
Mark Twain the new Kauraocs
less vauge {more accessible}
and surreal like we like it
we don't need your guilt pain
we dont need your guilt pain
bieng published dictionary?
Does that include making hundreds
of copies and littering
I mean satuaerating the
intersection of Milwakee and Damien?
I won a small garlic press,that means what?
I won a small garlic press
Written by Travis Ray Cole
- Thursday, March 29, 2001 at 20:40:45 (PST)
yikes
here we be
the song you hate turned to elevator-decibal-level
(dermajetic mortician's wax melting in my trunk)
he claims he got a handful of antidotes to the declination of today's society
sucking down
*****************pickled goose cervix on a bed of endive*****************
but it's a gem
WW2 in my head room
you're just TOO noble
Eve
- Wednesday, March 28, 2001 at 20:34:14 (PST)
"And If Elected"
I wanna get right with god
so you'll buy me drinks all night
and land in far away places
and listen to the motel radio television very loudly
and smoke like sinners do
while listening to that bad rock music on
the road to evil.
eating to much sugar
I want to leave the highway
and see the savior and have peace
and do your wife and spend your money
in the lords eyes and scratch my name with hers in
the bottom of those thrift store shoes
and cash in my stock in sony and give it to the hillbilly's at church and eat up all the sweet potatoes
at the sunday dinner
I want to be right with the laws and give back the money I took out of the collection plate
if only I did'nt spend it on whore crack
Thank you,Thank you very much.
- Wednesday, March 28, 2001 at 19:43:14 (PST)
Ant blister
medical search light
nothing hurts
death and hate and someone elses wife
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 28, 2001 at 17:20:27 (PST)
D edicated T o Matt M
You know it is you
why I live in the box
don't you matthew
it is always about you
never about them
so to you I remain true
you I never knew
but in my heart I so do
time spent here
is to deal with my pain
within this box
you can see all my tears
falling like rain
I wipe them as I finish
but still feel blue
the only way they'll go away
is to tell you that I love you
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 28, 2001 at 16:27:49 (PST)
i am right here, but i am not known
i am alone, but i watch so close
i want myself a guy who will love me so
i want to come here and he'll tell me he loves me
i want his arms on my waist
and a sweet kiss on my lips
i am all alone
but i am right here
he sees me but im invisable
he says hello but means goodbye
all i am is nothing
even though i watch him
Lessa Rose......Please please please tell me what you think
- Wednesday, March 28, 2001 at 09:44:34 (PST)
i am right here, but i am not known
i am alone, but i watch so close
i want myself a guy who will love me so
i want to come here and he'll tell me he loves me
i want his arms on my waist
and a sweet kiss on my lips
i am all alone
but i am right here
he sees me but im invisable
he says hello but means goodbye
all i am is nothing
even though i watch him
Lessa Rose......Please please please tell me what you think
- Wednesday, March 28, 2001 at 09:44:33 (PST)
"love cancer"
locked in the prison
you've created for my mind
as you steal my last breath
with your razor blade kisses
mindgame goodbyes
designed and blueprinted
poison for the heart
stained with breakdowns
guarded by shadows
forced rejection
warned by lost recieption
static loop alarm
your to good for him and meant for me
words ..stop the camara
- Wednesday, March 28, 2001 at 04:08:35 (PST)
i want to die a thousand deaths
and be right in the lords followers eyes
like the respectable tommy
who is now laid off from motorola
i want to piss on the river of sin
and dance with the dogs and watch abc cbs and nbc
visit the recycle senior center
and put one dollar in the bank to feed
the imformation system
to give fact fiction
and to airfields, oilspills
a box of bandaids for my bleeding dolphin
and a catchers mitt for the monkey throwing shit
samson knew cartoons would last forever
even if disney does cut back
but you shall follow the path
and recieve great loss
as loss will multiply
as the only laughing satan is in your head
new numbers licensed leased liens
lattituide and tempature
lie to yourself
- Tuesday, March 27, 2001 at 15:27:30 (PST)
I SEEK SHELTER
FROM YOU
I RUN
FROM YOU
FROM HARM
YOU WILL
TEAR MY SOUL APART
RAVEAGE MY HEART
FEAST ON MY BODY
AND THEN THROW ME
BACK ON THE SHORE
I FEAR YOU
YOU ARE THE STRONG
YOU ARE THE ALMIGHTY
LOVE!
MELISSA
- Tuesday, March 27, 2001 at 12:45:39 (PST)
I SEEK SHELTER
FROM YOU
I RUN
FROM YOU
FROM HARM
YOU WILL
TEAR MY SOUL APART
RAVEAGE MY HEART
FEAST ON MY BODY
AND THEN THROW ME
BACK ON THE SHORE
I FEAR YOU
YOU ARE THE STRONG
YOU ARE THE ALMIGHTY
LOVE!
MELISSA
- Tuesday, March 27, 2001 at 12:45:35 (PST)
SWIMMING AROUND
IN THE SEA OF DEATH
TRYING TO FIND
MY SOUL
IT'S LOST
LOST FOREVER
STOLEN
BY
ONE
ONE LOVER
SWIMMING AROUND
DIVING DEEP
STILL NOT FOUND
SHALL I WEEP
DO I EVEN REMEMBER
THE PAIN
DO I EVEN REMEMBER
HIS NAME?
MELISSA
- Tuesday, March 27, 2001 at 12:42:14 (PST)
the rage in my soul
the fire in your eyes
the one cold night
when i took your life
i could feel your blood
so warm
i felt your heart cease to beat
i closed your eyes
and cried
my tears
salty and wet
mixed with your
blood
the pain
the agony
i felt
tears falling
faster
and
faster
till
slash!!
now my blood
the slat
and your
blood
all mixing
now
for
sure
we
shall
stay together
for
ALWAYS!
I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MELISSA
- Tuesday, March 27, 2001 at 12:37:50 (PST)
tommorow i weep
today i play
tonight i sleep
weep is for sorrow
play is for richousness
sleep is for tranquility
melissa
- Tuesday, March 27, 2001 at 12:24:15 (PST)
beutiful waves of lovelyness washes over my heart. tidelwaves of lustfulness as i see his face
my evilness washes away as he touches my waist
wrap your arms around me prince
carry me to your kingdom
as long as i am with you i will go awaywhere
i go to fantisy places only in your eyes
i plunge into the ocean
of happyness with your simple sigh
Lessa Rose
- Tuesday, March 27, 2001 at 09:35:37 (PST)
"insurance and mental problems"
I want to be right with God and the church
and have the kind of job my elders choose
and seek an wrinkled obese mate.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 27, 2001 at 03:22:44 (PST)
I want to run thru the forrest in the pouring rain
with you and expensive props
you dressed like the night
in your wedding gown
looking like a whore in greeneye make up
with the microchip in your head
pre-programed with a libary of cook books
and the project knowledge of how to make the machines
at the laundry mat work for free
with your long flowing hair
running in the warm rain
using name brand products
so we can be right with god and society
paying extra taxes by betting less on sports
impregnating you while commemorating our anniversary
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 27, 2001 at 03:12:27 (PST)
Ive Got The DT's
I feel so much lost
and very very used
but without them
I am so very confused
my heart cant stop racing
and my mind is wondering
if they will be here soon
maybe they are gone for good
then again maybe they are not
it has been well over a month
since the first time we met
at first I did not really care
but as time passed they seemed hot
and now without I am in total dispair
they do this to everyone I can bet
they do their thing then gone at once
leaving us to crave what they gave
which in the end was so very much
actually I really do miss them and
even in my sleep I want their touch
its the only thing that comforts me
they have become my personal crutch
from the moment I sleep until I awake
Yes I suffer from the D T's and therefore
I have what is also known as the shakes
Please come back to me for heaven sakes
without you my life just wont be the same
Anonymous
- Monday, March 26, 2001 at 19:17:44 (PST)
Staring
Funeral has happened
Part of her is touched
The other part excpet her eyes isn't bothered much
Of the icy coldness haunting her mouth,
Nothing will slip with it on guard.
Honey is dripping from her eyes;
Tears are much too rare.
Black? She has none on except her stringy hair.
The colourful gold plaited on her cheek,
Weeping, weeping happy tears of honey.
M. Russell
- Monday, March 26, 2001 at 11:23:54 (PST)
once i saw the end in sight
once i saw that happyness might
might only be a cut away
now i know, now i know whats right
i cannot end, i cannot make it come to me
there is a time, there is a place
but now on earth i must stay
stay to make a few happy,
stay to make the world pissed off
this is what my life adds up to
the addition is still not comeplete
i have subtracted and made this all fit me
but i know the numbers will not be done
if i die today
Lessa Rose
- Monday, March 26, 2001 at 09:50:34 (PST)
The saddest mother fucking blues have got me
and you know I don't know who you are
who I am
I can see theres a problem
and which guitar is going to make it real
make me real
gears in a tube of sand
leads cry from my bleeding hand
I gave an old friend an accoustic
but only Elwood is my brother now
theres parts of songs and bands
meaning empty
all over this state
making me forget who I am
I don't think I can stay here or there
its only blues can't help me
the girl with the halo is gone
theres no love to look at
and I ain't got no
theres just not any future plans
while I waste my mind on the ignorance
suicide knocks again
and if I had a heart left
I could look into your eyes of pretend
even if the dues still want me
I'm paid up in pain
there must be an end
right until my mind is empty
your words your face my thoughts begin
the worst of life,lies,your loves behind me
I can't see and I can't feel the crying
its a song on the inside
somewhere we'll give up trying
and with nothing
all my thoughts will be insane
yeah,she ain't never coming back in my life
and nothings really worth the time
I can't see if it's about love
or just life turned out this way
somehow I don't care if I have nothing
so theres nothing to lose
you can't steal that away
yeah,I'm talking
talking nothing
I've already gave everything away
words wasted on nothing
meanings that can't be replaced
a coldness inside
deep real deep
numb and frozen
go away or watch it bleed
the blues make everyone pay
- Monday, March 26, 2001 at 03:28:01 (PST)
Re Re Re
cycled cycled cycled
carcus afterbirth
rotting in its womb
recycled carcus after birth afterbirth
rotting in its womb
afterbirth afterbirth afterbirth
rotting in its womb
recycled recycled recycled
recycled carcus afterbirth
rotting in its womb..womb..womb..
born dead
- Sunday, March 25, 2001 at 23:20:13 (PST)
i love you so very much
that it hurts deep inside
i hope I soon get to meet you
as thats what i would confide
I am off to bed for the night
and you will be on my mind
I look into your eyes once more
and know that the time is right
so here's to us that we may find
each other in the dream realm corridor
to meet each other and know we knew
I Love You
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 24, 2001 at 22:55:19 (PST)
argh. if you cant pinpoint a meaning behind your own poems than they mean nothing.
ahnonimus
- Saturday, March 24, 2001 at 08:37:58 (PST)
ephemereal
plums defy!
- Saturday, March 24, 2001 at 08:36:59 (PST)
"with the bible no longer on the market"
So your not going to cook my meals and wash my clothes
and I'm not going to give you some old dead rose
and your not going to wait for me there
and I'm not going to kiss your freckle or say I care
your not going to look me in the eyes
and we ain't never gonna get high
never go out, like to the show
and you'll never wonder if I'm all alone
we won't have to cancel no plans
cause we are never going to hold hands
and I'll never catch you in no lies
so we'll never have to say goodbye
you'll never be on my mind all day
I won't whisper in your ear anything
with nothing lost there will be no pain
neither one of us will feel betrayed
nowhere in the night will I dream
of holding you close to me
and I will never have to change
and your love will never make me sing*{insane}
and I'll never have to walk away
I will never throw your ring away
and wish there we're things I should'nt have said
you'll never play mind games with me
and this is something you'll never ever read
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 24, 2001 at 05:09:21 (PST)
as the number of vows
we shatter with time
looked into each others eyes
meaning nothing noone else matters
hearts stop
she is still every thought
every lie sold
dying memory
drenched in the sweat
of empty dreams
receptively alining themselves
with noone elses nonexistant soul
motion stealing vision
in a morbid sense
I decide on nothing
eclipsing life
reflecting the heat of the sun
like a heatless summer
drawing lines against the grain
of every crossroad we pass
alone in thought like cannons aimed at pain
leaving gravity to feel
high speed strobe flashing
eyes move with lies like traffic
a glance at the rain
Her tears rust the guitar strings
the moon hides away the crosshairs
the sun is set
there must be something left inside
her smile gone from her lovely face
somewhere it is written she is mine
deathmasks inside the winds of war machines
I pray to the virgin bertha
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 24, 2001 at 00:18:00 (PST)
I'd like to push back chris' blond hair
and stick my tounge down her throat
shut up god
the toilet flushes
backed up
land rover
super ball
internet outhouse
dykeman wearing his ballon suit
standig at the station
stealing rocks
Anonymous
- Friday, March 23, 2001 at 22:20:43 (PST)
Spiritual Ecstasy
a mind full of desires
with a soul rich in passion
a body dressed in nothing
with a bed covered in silk
another body enters the scene
wrapped only in satin sheets
holding two bottles of wine
is then greeting with a smile
time is of no real deal issue
as the night slowly slips by
the energy level creeps up high
very soon the two will not divide
a sudden exchange of tender touches
the two become one with a mouthful of kisses
an erotic mood sweeps into the air
inhibitions and sheets fall to the floor
one on one the two begin to unite
their bodies moving in unison
for these desires they cannot fight
moving towards ecstasy in the moonlight
thier shadows only show that of one
soft whispers fill the ears
indicating that climax is near
and the divinity is finally here
making love brought them to tears
within a kiss the exchange of bliss
breath is taken and breath is received
harmony is achieved and love is conceived
the divine is satisfied and can now leave
embraced in each others arms
the two peacefully fall asleep
Anonymous
- Friday, March 23, 2001 at 20:57:50 (PST)
when you look deep into my eyes
what exactly is it that you see
does the sadness come through
or do i hide it all to well
I know it is there i feel it
im just not sure who can tell
if anybody at all except you
can really see right through me
right down to the pain and the cries
even right back up to my defenceful wit
Anonymous
- Friday, March 23, 2001 at 19:24:54 (PST)
satan had many names and they changed often
I found her on clark st.
and she always wore black
{except red drawers on valentines day}
she was evil and lived with snakes and talked to much
but she put a spell on me and locked me in a love vice
I wish I could have my soul back
I truly lost everything tangled in her web
but I was used to losing everything
Anonymous
- Friday, March 23, 2001 at 16:39:16 (PST)
you look through me
cold
I don't know who you are
I don't love nothin'
stab me in the eyes with truth
rip my heart out and let the flies eat it
your looks
my mind
you wasted our lives,our love on waiting
wasting
I would sacrafice tomorrow like it was yesterday
but you'll never find me inside the lies you dream
fate is what you take
Anonymous
- Friday, March 23, 2001 at 16:32:06 (PST)
"Elvis really is your father"
You don't have to read the
little trash rag at the check out line
or watch fox network to see
that elvis and nixon faked the moon landing
and tried to blame it on the beatles
before heather graham was even born.
I have worked while sick as a dog
not for me for you
not missing a day
but missing life
and it was to keep your bizness going
all day long six days a week
while you and fat ass sat in another dive bitching about the service
and they did'nt bring you your cream cheese.
Anonymous
- Friday, March 23, 2001 at 12:17:10 (PST)
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OOOOOOOOOO V V
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V V
V V
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V EEEEEEEEEEE
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Y Y
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O O
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JAYME, MELISSA, PAT, JOSH, AND EVERYONE ELSE I DONT FEEL LIKE TYPIN'!!!! XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
- Friday, March 23, 2001 at 11:16:40 (PST)
after reading the litter in the street at the "L" station blurred and soggy under the title
"The New Moderns{don't lie in ryhyme}"
Anderson knew this was meaningful and wanted a stint {microchip}or two installed in both the front and rear sections of his head
so he called on his lovey dove at visting hours in the psch ward and told her how he would break her out
she just looked at him and drooled on the table
so he just signed her out and told them he would have her back at nine.
10 minutes in the outside world and she was ready to go back and try a different medicine,perferably one that would not make her drool on things and if that was'nt possible then at least one that she would not notice it very much or at all
so don't you want some dinner? better food out here?
oh the hell with it and she was back ringing the buzzer to get back in in twenty minutes tops
So anderson called up her cousin "Rukus"
and she said she just had a carborator installed on her diafram so "lets party"
yeah life has'nt suck this bad since the days of living in that one horse corn field lined town with a kmart to put it on the map.
But Rukus really did know how to party
and barbacued a chicken in the dark
and drank up most of the beer
so by the time anderson got to testing the new
{rebuilt} carb he was wallowing in the mire
as it we're and did'nt even notice the dogs on the bed with them darrrrrrr
but when he woke up with a muddy paw on his face
he wanted to use the facilitys and it was out back
for anderson
while outside he was considering killing at least on of the dogs
and then was sidetracked by the idea that he could break free and rukas would not notice until at least daybreak
so around ten a.m. anderson was found
sleeping in his grandmothers garage
by both rukas and that cute little italian girl from up around the airport
her minature ass was enough to convince anderson to get in the car
even if rukas was there
and he was off garage salin
with the girls for the day
this must be hell he thought
and tried everyway possible to escape
or just run off with the good one
and there was no way out
not even the magic coffee would help the sitiation
he was tied to the pschco bitch with no hopes of ever bieng crossed out of the family bible
even if it was a racing form
so drink we will he thought
the secret to bieng happy with rukas was to drink faster than she did
though this is not possible
anderson gave it his best shot
and in the morning he woke up with "Gwar" blasting
hungover and all his clothes we're gone
she told him he had been arrested...
by the fashion police
all the flannel shirts
and blue jeans we're only a memory
it was funky duds from here on out
so he told her he was going to kills her
and outta nowhere he was looking up from the floor at her marshalls i mean melons and doc martiens.
bummer anderson thought
I must escape
I wish I never saved her from the street
like a night in shining armour
and was down the first alley
past the bus station where the ugly old women
pick out the sweet innoncent run aways
and turn them out
disco
disco would make us drink more
or make us sicker
so when rukas copped some free tickets to the izzy stradlin concert at the metro
anderson was in deep shit when he knew the hot bartender from her days at that place where 2 bands
played at the same time at belmont and the "L" {upstairs}
Anonymous
- Friday, March 23, 2001 at 00:50:13 (PST)
"Demon Seed"
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
Written by Travis Ray Cole
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 22, 2001 at 17:04:52 (PST)
Trying to understand us lately, has been the focus of thoughts.
It appears we have become drifters -drifting away from our hearts.
Although we never asked for a path quite like this - My fear for our survival, yet still exists.
The destiny in which we share - is being tested. Surrounded by time and situations to show we care.
The love we still know, can forever be ours. It all begins when we decide to grow - together.
If growing is the answer - our goals must then be the same.
In finding the balance which allows for compromise - our lives could then change - forever and a day.
Wanting a life with plenty is not far from the truth. Hard work must prevail in order to have any.
It is with this in mind that a promise is to be made. It is one that is devoted to having the sunshine each and every day.
In making a promise to abstain, I am asking for forgiveness for those days that it rained - I am truly sorry.
The need for your love, as you need mine - is tremendously significant - especially at this time.
It is my hope to share a dream where mutual family and friends can forever be - a part of our life.
At times it can seem as if this were not true - and the reality is that I am scared - just like you.
Social situations can intimidate us all. But the one who can conquer is the calmest of them all.
"The world is a stage" according to the king, how we all preform like jesters, laughing and crying while attached to our strings.
These strings of nourishment that are reined by power are poisoned. They crupt as they manipulate to conform humans by the hour.
As we strive to belong in this day in age, the importance is to be different. It has captured most all.
Within this new age of difference, you will find me there. "I love my love with all my heart - but just need to be different - so I can play my given part.
The man with whom I share my love - is a man so many care of.
His good sense of nature warms the hearts of mutual friends.
The passion for his music touches my soul - but it's sad to say that I've ..never told him so.
His presence is always welcomed - as he can make people smile.
It has been too long that we have been silent, I have wronged you in many ways. This I do not deny.. as I already know.
As I continue to express myself - the fears of my relationship - they are beginning to escape me .. for another night.
As a result I can feel my own calmness that is trying to prevail within this passage.
Nevertheless, it will yield to uncertainty again - as it is sometimes hard to determine whether we are still friends.
Archive # 35
Trying to understand us lately, has been the focus of thoughts.
It appears we have become drifters - drifting away from our hearts.
Although we never asked for a path quite like this - the fear for our survival, yet still exists.
"The world is a stage" according to the king, how well we perform like jesters, laughing and crying attached to our strings.
The love we still know can be ours forever. It all begins when we decide to grow - together.
If growing is the answer - our goals must then be the same.
"The world is a stage" according to the king, how well we perform like jesters, laughing and crying attached to our strings.
In finding the balance which allows for compromise - our lives could then change - forever they would not be the same.
Wanting a life with plenty is not far from the truth. Hard work must prevail in order to have any.
"The world is a stage" according to the king, how well we perform like jesters, laughing and crying attached to our strings.
These strings of attachment are reined by power. They poison and corrupt as they conform humans by the hour.
As we strive to belong the importance to be different has captured most all.
"The world is a stage" according to the king, how well we perform like jesters, laughing and crying attached to our strings.
Social aspects can intimidate us all. But the one who can conquer is the calmest of them all.
At times it can seem as if this were not true - and the reality is that we are scared - just like you.
As I continue to express myself - the fears that I write, - they are beginning to escape me .. for another night.
sweet
- Thursday, March 22, 2001 at 13:10:10 (PST)
"Tattoo of you"
by
Travis Ray Cole
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I need a new tattoo ,I was thinking about you
I love your art and way,I wanna see your face ever day
you got the best look around,I know what I have found
I wanna feel the pain of your beauty going in
forever right there in my skin I need to see you now
I can look and it won't go away. The ink that will not fade
I want you and the piano you played
from now till the end of time ,with me until I die
I need a new tattoo I need only you
love that won't wash away and I cant take back or
change!
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 22, 2001 at 09:55:05 (PST)
Yah know what....i can live without you
....i really dont need you
....i dont even miss you
....i dont want you
....i dont care
yah no somethin.....your not my type
.....it was only your words
.....that i did ever like
.....if you wanna no my type
.....youll know how to find
.....they are around in the same place
.....as this place you found
.....their in public for all to see
.....then youll know why your not 4 me
.....& why its so easy to give you up
.....bye baby
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 22, 2001 at 00:13:39 (PST)
so your cheating on me
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 21, 2001 at 23:54:29 (PST)
sounds like the little ol' lady has too much Time on her hands.....unlike You or I.......? I know I dont have the Time ....anymore.......
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 21, 2001 at 23:48:38 (PST)
everyday the little old ladie went to the bank to check her account
everyday she asked how much is in it?
everyday the bank was open they told her twenty dollars.
everyday she showed up rain snow shine
then one day the bank made a mistake forty million dollars she won
and closed out her account
every night the same thing every hour on the hour
the old woman check the cat box
everyhour.
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 21, 2001 at 23:23:14 (PST)
empty shadows cast superstition
spells as hollow as your words
chills walk from death
hell is waiting crosses standing
visions are free when you open your nightmare
while weakest,sickest thats when I see the most
it is your love that choose you to lie to me
the wind howls as dogs cry
I always see hate thru window payne eyes
walk miles inside of nowhere
kissing another chained ghost goodbye
and hold the cold hand of nothing
sleep with death to hide from the enemy
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 21, 2001 at 14:13:16 (PST)
the night was poisoned by terror
as the dancing demons moved in
four of them brought wishes and five
of them was him who made her sin
they filled her mind with lots of lust
then they robbed her initial thoughts
so that now on nothing would disturb her
from completing the challenge they brought
the temptation surfaced deep in her mind
helping to lead her towards the lust crime
during this time the demons took to the skies
and turned them into a vast web of spyder lies
feelings of fear quickly came into existence
as the stars, moon, and their respective colours
lost their contact and eventually faded out
leaving her surrounded in nothing but resistence
but there he was just sittin in the colourless sky
waiting for her as he knew it was just a matter of time
before she would let go and give into the lust
for him that was in her starting to build inside
she then began walking closer to her only demise
under his trance she moved eloquently like a ghost
he was prepared to take from her what mattered the most
unless those four demons released her wishes, her cries
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 21, 2001 at 06:52:28 (PST)
"There goes the Neighborhood"
It must be...
her high cheek bones and fast food aroma
Grandma wants to run away
to the home for unwed Mothers
crying about property values bieng down
inside the garden
I would lie to any one for you
maria...
inside the finest church
with stolen suits
spades hearts
guilt
"put the gun to my head
pull the trigger"
said escabar
as he wiped snot on his sleeve One of the second cities finest
drinking at the club,turning hillbilly at a moments notice for a free drink.
Just trying to forget the beat he sits at the libary each day.
She bleeds past him and turns up her dragon nose
She is hate energy right out of a magazine
and whispers
"Its supposed to suck"
The Cardinal walked past the public display
as if silently asking
"Why did you drag all this shit into the garden?"
it was so peaceful
hidden death
cupid lies
bieng poetic?
feedback?
Treble closed his eyes
feedback was as poetic to him as porn
or "sex with a latino female"
{they are so female}
"In tradition" the reverend began again
"There were no speakers to amp the voices in your head"
"But what of the secret mushroom?,I mean God and Devil"
said muff muff.
"Silence!I will keep you for my own!
Now feed me with your wet kisses."
"Aha"
said the evil wicked Goddess {poetress of his dreams}
"I have caught you!"
"But I have endlessly awaited your beauty,
how would I know it would be this day?
Your long dark hair,I will make love to you,and drink your dirty bath water,
I shall nibble on your art,your lust,your ear!
"What about your little slut?"
"I,it,well,she is but a sacrafice to you my Sweet!"
"YOU SHALL PAY
LOCK THEM IN THE DEATH MACHINE"
"Oh nooooooooooooo!"
"I did'nt mean any of that honeypie,
I was trying to get us out of this mess,
we will break free
and I shall run with you until the end of time
to the end of the planets
and make love to you and only you
and your sister"
"Well I have not a sister"
"We shall use a mirror!
for it is only you that I love
and now,it is the end"
"This is no storybook,you fucking bastard
why the hell did you cancel your email accounts?"
"I did it for us honeypie!
It taketh 30 minutes to sit and wait for the shit to open and its all commercials inside anyway!
Thats 30 minutes of my life I could be spending nuk ing on you,puss puss.
Ow,why you be hitting me all the time?
you know I'm crazy,....I mean crazy, about you too...
and you stepped on my shoes and spit on my guitar."
"If I was your favorite poetress you would gladly lick the spit off your guitar"
"Yeah, I'd lick her piss off the strings,but shes art and super duper under ground,ya know.
and me and you are just the only thing in this world"
"You said the underground was just some old bitch
always complaining about nothing"
"yeah sometimes,
but you and I are the only thing in this sunset.
on this beach.
in this time.
in this life."
"quit repeating yourself and quit looking at spanish girls so much"
"I'm sorry buttercup just you and me and that falling star or wait that there is a falling airplane"
"you s o b your to lazy to even get on welfare"
"hey I'm a collector
alls I need is a chance to be real
and your all that can really make me feel
so thats the price we pay
you got dues I got pain
and we suffer everyday
but unless somebody works together
we will never have anything.
thats what its all about
some one who has a plan somewhat close to yours
or compromise
I'm guessin'"
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 20, 2001 at 23:05:02 (PST)
Your oil spill can't hurt us
bottle it
only raise the gas price
your oil spill won't hurt us
theres kids that want to die
your oil spill don't faze us
this is not a thought in our minds
flowing slicks photo lies
dumping it into the water
theres still sea life
your oil spill can't mean nothing
its going to be alright
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 20, 2001 at 22:21:20 (PST)
Words are to Poetry like fires are to fireplaces
Welcome aboard the winding mind trail
Although youll never fully understand
i know youll go in to figure this 1 out
in search of something you hope to find
but the reality for you is not this time
still thou your mind is intrigued
so onward you will continue to go
the path was narrow & then all of a sudden it got wide^
as you soon discover tripping over your insightful eye
don't worry thou the trail is fun if you can keep up
however the moment u have be fooled_make a note to self
that the time is near for you on it to give fully up
What you must think as you stroll down this wordy trail
in search of a trace of my existence---my holy grail
but in here is not where i shall be im outside and free
waiting for you to come out of here and then take me
If not then I suggest that is what you do
that will be the only way back out of this
otherwise, you may begin to think
that this narrow path
was all about you
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 20, 2001 at 22:06:24 (PST)
"Save the Uptown Theater"
Save the Uptown Theater
Restore Restore
Save the Uptown Theater
Restore Restore
lets have a goodtime there once more
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 20, 2001 at 21:05:44 (PST)
"A Letter From Joyce"{from the "Letters from Joyce Series}
written by Joyce
Gooodevening
It's been a weird time-again-I
finally sent you a birthday card,yesterday.
I've rearranged my room twice lately-
have to reorder glasses-soon-can't
see thru proper parts of trifocals to
make them work-got a blue tint-bad idel-makes things bright like yellow ones-WOW!
I'm still attempting to take Sadie,
runs flower shop, back & forth to work-
but am cutting back on my availabilty
to do deliveries as the physical effort
is too much- frequency.
Lets see,I'm presently having migraines &
earache- have appt. tomorrow-I'm still{over 4 mos-}
trying to get my records from poorly run dr office
to new doc.I'm going to call the AMA in Austin-as a lawyer stated that was
my first step. As I previously said Steph was diagnosed w/? a form of Leukemia.
2
Naturally I can't recall it now-then after
4 mos out of school another dr finally
saw her and said that was a misdiagnosis-
and she had Asteo-Arthritis causing sever
back pain and swelling of the cartilage-
so she can't sit on hard chairs or upright
only on the floor or on her bed.So we've
been having a home-school teacher in
2 to 3 times a week-whenever
she decides-so after 4 weeks of complaints
I think we have her 2 days-4 hrs total
weekly.We're now trying to get her into what's
called the "Academy"-an elcellerated
program- they attended 4 or 5 days a week
about 4 hours a day. It may be rough
on her back but the constant influx of
kids-for her or Logan gets crazy-and
I'm not getting any rest-2 to 3 hours some
nites 1 to 2 hours if I'm lucky in a day.
3
Sometime ago- not sure anymore when-Logan
was in 2 minor accidents-maybe three-
with his buddies doing the driving-he
struck his head at least twice- then
his vision doubled and he was having
headaches-noted his right eye swelling-
we tried 3 times to get him to a reg doc.
he saw him once- he suggested Logan
see an optometrist-we went & was
told needed neurologist-M R I ----
so when we could'nt see the reg. doc
to get a referral we took him to largest
closest hospital - they did'nt have the proper facilities or docs so was transferred
to Baylor-Garland-After 2 weeks in hosp
they stated he should have a shint
put in to relieve the pressure-that
was still building-the removal of the
growth-was said to be too dangerous
4
as it could kill him or put him into a coma.
Logan agreed-no to an operation.So the
shint was "installed" 3 days later he was
allowed to return home-no jostling or any
activities that might cause the tumor
to move. It was found the tumor or
nodule had been there for a long time-
how long we have no clue. Because of
him striking his head it was turned over
thus causing restriction of blood flow to
the brain-occiptal{front}area.At first
we we're told it was at the brain stem
but now we're told it's an inch above it.
So another Neurologist is going to have
another M R I tomorrow-and was
to tell us what the prognois should be
that Doc's office called today & said
Doc has an 8 hr surgury tomorrow
so will look over MRI & see Logan
5
on monday- around noon. Someone
said if he'd been transferred to medical city
the shint would'nt have been necessary &
would already have known if he'd
need chemotherapy and or radiation
treatments. It's very weird knowing
what we think is best-was'nt.
I called a lawyer about some of this
and he said I or wWe should begin
our complaints with the American Medical
Association-so after a number of calls
and phonebooks we found an office in
Austin Texas.I'll see what can be done.
As usual I can never recall what I've
told whom.
Somewhere in all of this Shelia was
having a real stressed time at work-
real shorthanded,doing 3 peoples jobs-
so she says she'd been having chest
pains for a couple days & on the nite
before she'd woke with them & could'nt
rest-so I had Sherry take her to the
6
nearest hospital & I went over there as
soon as I could drop Sadie off-it
was stress- not a heart attack so we
were all very relieved.
Guess I'll close for now-will
try to go on with this saga
as the info trickles in-
Take Care- Love Ya
Always
Joyce,plaeto,
kids &
other dogs
PS
Lots of other little stuff all in the midst.
Sherry wanted new furniture-as old{10 yrs}
was pits- ordered maroon leather-did'nt like it
so decided on butter colored couch & loveseat
w/ coffee table & 2 square end tables-lite colored wood.
then got a roll top desk in lite wood to match
furniture & put snap lock flooring in & bought
a pond for the dinette I'll take pictures.
letters from joyce
- Tuesday, March 20, 2001 at 13:21:07 (PST)
Now i look at the sky in a diffrent way
i know that when i go home i will die today
I finally have reached the end
my rope will be cut
this is the end of me,
now i speak the truth
i am kinda scared now because i dont know whats left
i know that i will follow through
because i can stand no more
i cannot see the end of the tunnel
so i will make the end come to me
maybe this is my fate
maybe this is how its sapose to be
i hope my mom understands
and i hope my dad dosent cry to hard
tell my sisters i love them so much
they ment the world to me
i am so sorry to do this to them,
please dont be to mad
this is the way it had to be,
this is what must be done
i will write a suicide note
and i'll cut my wrists
goodbye life, this is the way it has to be
Lessa Rose
- Tuesday, March 20, 2001 at 09:52:09 (PST)
your pissy attitude is what got us locked in the death machine in the first place,
Now keep it down and I'll try to get us outta here
Anonymous
- Monday, March 19, 2001 at 23:34:15 (PST)
today is a new day
I know its me
Rain falls to the ground
you know its you
thunder rolls across the sky
we know its us
Lightning seen from afar
you know its me
today is not a new day
i know its you
Its just like the rest before
she knows its her
The only thing that is the same
he knows its him
is my face bound to your brain
they know its them
Anonymous
- Monday, March 19, 2001 at 23:29:42 (PST)
the world is filled with vampires
but not the kind you think you know
if you ever get the chance to meet one
be sure and tell them i said "hello"
they will all know exactly who it is
as i have befriended them in my dreams
there is never no chance for survival
unless we always fight to be mean
we feed off your consistencies-your conscience too
we know that to be the only way to succeed
it is the only way we all see it
our soul sucking strategy to be freed
{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{BUT}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
Freedom will only take us
as far as you allow it to go
if your mind rejects our mind
the freedom will never grow
it is your fault and all
although you dont like to see
all of the identity swaping that
happens all around from you to me.
Anonymous
- Monday, March 19, 2001 at 23:09:12 (PST)
if your sorry little ass is what ive found
then i guess ill see you muchly later
in fact, i know ill see you around
im not too sure just why we met
but ill dive deep to know why
that is something you can bet
I maybe be a fool and a bit naive
to think that what you offered was reality
and that there are no tricks in sleaves
but in the end it is you from here who will leave
because you are really not coming for me
unless your sorry little ass i do find first
and if that shall be the case
then my time has not been a waste
and my popularity has not been in haste
I may will finally receive your taste
I will may in return be able to banish your face
knowing once and for all that one, two nights did exist
never again will they sever crossroads
never again will they ever crossroads
never again will their road cross
Deals will be made and souls will be sold
I will have touched you and you not touched me
that is the deepest i want your soul to be
i wont be sorry that ive bound you to me
no amount of money is worth the advice to let us free
i dont care if youd rather remain low key
thoughts and prayers will never be no more
may your heart bleed right down to its core
and that your love always hurt and make others sore
In the flesh, yes for real, ill be your whore
but only one time so youll always long for my roar
im not sorry if that hurts cause youve got your porn
your sorry ass is a callin & im not deaf to the horn
If & when i shall find you first, ill have to take you
in the flesh, yes for real, ill be your whore
& promise you this, ill take you so deep youll b afraid
your soul will be sucked and your breath be gone
ill show you what its really liked to get fucked
and then never let anyone tell you it dont hurt
Anonymous
- Monday, March 19, 2001 at 22:47:46 (PST)
July 11th-15th, 2001
The Woody Guthrie Folk Festival
Woodrow Wilson (Woody) Guthrie was born in Okemah, Oklahoma on July 14, 1912. He wrote thousands of songs (including This Land is Your Land), poems, newspaper and magazine articles and six books including his autobiography - Bound for Glory. He traveled the United States during the '30s and '40s (often hopping freight trains or hitchhiking) performing his music. His songs and his performances often drew attention to social injustices and wrongdoings and were sometimes a rallying cry to action.
Woody died on October 3, 1967 in New York City after a fifteen-year battle with Huntington's Disease.
In 1966 the United States Department of the Interior gave Woody Guthrie 'The Conservation Service Award'; in 1988 he was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame; and, in 1997 he was inducted into the Oklahoma Music Hall of Fame. Woody Guthrie was awarded the Lifetime Achievement Award at the 2000 Grammy Awards, recognizing his lifelong artistic contributions to the recording industry. In addition, at least four books have been written about Woody Guthrie.
Anonymous
- Monday, March 19, 2001 at 20:44:47 (PST)
it must be
her high cheek bones and fast food aroma
grandma wants to run away
to the home for unwed mothers
I would lie to any one for maria...
inside the finest church
with stolen suits
spades hearts
put the gun to my head
pull the trigger
said escabar as he wiped snot on his sleeve
one of the second cities finest
drinking at the club
turning hillbilly at a moments notice for a free drink
just trying to forget the beat he sits at the libary each day.
she bleeds past him and turns up her dragon nose
she is hate energy right out of a magazine
and whispers
"its supposed to suck"
The cardinal walked past the public display
as if silently asking
"Why did you drag all this shit into the garden?"
it was so peaceful
hidden death
cupid lies
bieng poetic?
feedback?
treble closed his eyes
feedback was as poetic to him as porn or "sex with a latino female" they are so female
"in tradition" the revrend began again there were no speakers to amp the voices in your head
but what of the secret mushroom,I mean god and devil
said muff muff
silence!I will keep you for my own.now feed me with wet kisses.
Aha said the evil wicked goddess {poetress of his dreams}
I caught you!
but I have waited for your beauty,how would I know it would be this day
your long dark hair I will make love to you and drink your dirty bath water I shall nibble on your art your lust your ear!
What about your little slut?
I,it,she is a sacrafice to you my sweet
YOU SHALL PAY
LOCK THEM IN THE DEATH MACHINE
oh no
I did'nt mean any of that honeypie
I was trying to get us out of this mess
we will break free and I shall run with you until the end of time to the end of the planets and make love to you and only you and your sister
well I have not a sister
we shall use a mirror!
for it is only you that I love
and no it is the end
this is no storybook you fucking bastard
why the hell did you cancel your email accounts?
I did it for us honeypie
it taketh 30 minutes to sit and wait for the shit to open
and its all commercials inside anyway
thats 30 minutes of my life I could be spending nuk ing on you puss puss
ow why you be hitting me all the time
you know I'm crazy,I mean crazy about you too
and you stepped on my shoes and spit on my guitar
if I was your favorite poetress you would gladly lick the spit off your guitar
Yeah, I'd lick her piss off the strings but shes art and super duper under ground ya know
and me and you are just the only thing in this world
you said the underground was just some old bitch
always complaining about nothing
yeah sometimes
but you and I are the only thing in this sunset
on this beach
in this time
in this life
quit repeating yourself and quit looking at spanish girls so much
I'm sorry buttercup
you s o b your to lazy to even get on welfare
hey I'm a collector
alls I need is a chance to be real
and your all that can really make me feel
so thats the price we pay
you got dues I got pain
and we suffer everyday
but unless somebody works together
we will never have anything
thats what its all about
some one who has a plan somewhat close to yours
or compromise
I'm guessin'
Anonymous
- Monday, March 19, 2001 at 14:34:54 (PST)
what did i say
to make you go away
what did I not do
the reason you flew
I have issues yes that's true
but that doesnt mean I cant care for you too
so I wore my heart on my sleave in here
and so you know those were thoughts of last year
would it help you to know that for you I shed a tear
does that make a difference for you come round some day
am I now just to accept that you are finally gone
without even saying goodbye to me & tell me I was wrong
I guess I already know you were to good to be true and now I must move on and try and forget your face...now that's two faces I must forget...but with you it will be much harder to erase because we somewhat met and I really did dig your funky style and I would have went the mile just to have really met you......:(
Anonymous
- Monday, March 19, 2001 at 11:22:58 (PST)
butterfly your ass on over here and do my laundry honeypie
Anonymous
- Monday, March 19, 2001 at 09:59:30 (PST)
Mindful of the way i move
careful of how i act
what should i do to make them all react
Its not really for attention
its not really for the remarks
i just want someone to love me
because ive never been loved befor
how do i find the one to care about me
how do i act to make someone care
i willbe watchful and see thair expressions
and step lightly on their emotions
Lessa Rose
- Monday, March 19, 2001 at 09:56:14 (PST)
If you look in my eyes you would see
Hurt and torment
from the harshness i put apon others
Fantises and dreams of the person i wish to be
darkness and blood from the things i have seen
if you look into my eyes you would see ugly
the uglyness of evil and the blood of stolen innocence
Lessa Rose
- Monday, March 19, 2001 at 09:53:23 (PST)
Butterfly oh butterfly give me a kiss sepcily from you
your kiss makes me bleed and the p[ain makes me want more
butterfly show me the way to be so butiful nd so hurtful too
show me the way to kill like you do
show me how to make people love me to
]butterfly i wanna die
butterfly can you kill me the way i know you can
butterfly oh butterfly give me a kiss on the lips.
Lessa Rose
- Monday, March 19, 2001 at 09:50:12 (PST)
the hard way
I just don't care...no more
about what happens,anything.
up to fate losing faith
sometimes its to much to explain
plans,simple goal forked tounges divide roads
with lonely highways
and everything goes wrong
gets in the way
no one understands until its to late
and lifes to short for that game
no
I don't care what dues are
what sacrafices are made
how far I have to walk
the goals I set will be met
always the hard way
long,long roads of nowhere
thats the price to be paid
no one to love or stand in the way
never having nothing makes it easy to walk away
I could walk away tomorrow and start all over anyplace
but its like that old song
and I never get anyplace
nothings ever easy and I can't stand this crazy place
sometimes theres music
everyday is pain
its really what you make it
Anonymous
- Monday, March 19, 2001 at 01:44:30 (PST)
pick a b or c
A) I am now a hypocrite
B) My morals have simply changed
C) Today was definitely a dream/nightmare
D) And tomorrow I will wake up where I belong and no longer worry, care, weep, sigh with longing or ache
No, tomorrow I will wake and need only one, who needs me just as much, I will know that he is right, that I am right for he. And that everything else in between doesn't matter at all, because onl;y the future exists for us, he and I.
Anonymous
- Monday, March 19, 2001 at 00:27:25 (PST)
How many teardrops must fall
before there will be an end
how long do I have to suffer
before he is or isnt my friend
how many times do I have to wait
before me he finally does call
when will all this pain go away
or to end my life is that my fate
when is the answer suppose to come
or with my life must I always pay
when does the happiness for me begin
or is it always for me to be numb
where did I deserve not to be told
because I thought he was really kin
where can I find him so I can know
because if I dont Im going to fold
where will I ever find the peace
because without it I cannot grow
what did I ever do to deserve this
was it my lack of morals so long ago
what can I do to make this change
maybe I should just slit my wrists
what should I be doing instead
of feeling ever so sorry for myself
Why is this happening to me now
when will this come to its end
where does my chance at happiness come
what Is the meaning of all of this
Why do I have to pay for him staying away?
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 18, 2001 at 20:22:41 (PST)
Hi, my name is Travis Ray Cole
please feel free to post or print my poetry anyplace you like!
Thank You,
Travis Ray Cole
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 18, 2001 at 18:14:21 (PST)
hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehhhhehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 18, 2001 at 17:06:27 (PST)
ha ha ha ahahaha ha ah ha
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 18, 2001 at 13:20:23 (PST)
"excerpts from the "Rat Acid" bible
Garden foreclosuer
as told by
Seizure Chords{Travis Ray Cole}
She entered the court room wearing spurs
a century twenty-one gold colored blazer and
an "electic clinton/new york campign button"
that had two camaras and a shure microphone
in it.
she was smiling like she was on crack
and smelled like boones farm apple valley wine
she was mad as hell at the lord and was suing
him for everything he had.
he dened for years that little jesus was his
and paid the mafia to rub him out
he even "paid extra to make it real messy"
she insisted.
her dark hair shined beautifully by the
artificial light of the room
it was judgement day...............
Jesus woke up in the garden eating bugs
ladies and gentleman
it was a long strange trip
the pressures of bieng investigated for bieng an
active communist was just to much for him
what was the answer
he didnt want to go about taking downers
he was depressed enough already
in fact he was a blues god in mythogy circles
he did think of suicide but went off
on night after watching the buddy holly story
he stabbed his puppy dog for chewing up the new sandals
he walked to the 7-11 in jerusum to purchuse
god got busted for the dog opener episode
and satan wouldnt go his bail
the fag was still pissed about
god the father son and holy ghost
giving him aids
he really was going to hell in an easter basket
see,god done this little green monkey named
micheal jackson in the forrest behind the garden
and wouldnt pay for satans medical bills
in fact satan found space shuttle tickets
in gods purse {he was leaving the planet with cher}
because he listened to am radio in his car
the lord then became a big homo
and had a dangerous spat with his bitch satan
who was flunking out of the police accadamy
and the lord paid a lot of money
for his bitch satan to get in there too.
whist the lord went to the
"C leveland I nstitute of A rt"
he studied hard and his little bitch satan
didnt study nearly at all.
and the lord threw satan out of thier loft
and climbed up on top of the television
{they had a 6 foot screen}
and prayed to the satilite
that he could watch ally mcbeal and dave letterman
that night then got so drunk
that he passed out before they came on
and he pissed his pants
thats right the lord was so drunk
that he pissed his pants
and he pissed all over ohio
which they thought was acid rain
well the lords piss was toxic
because he worked with asbestoes
but at least he had a job
you lazy sinners
so then he started listening to chuck berry
which made him cool again
and he rocked
so begat jesus rock
well he spent some time in mexico
looking for a nice '64 to restore
and they called him late for dinner
so he waited till late one night
and snuk into a garden right this side of
your alley and ate a watermelon
so Carl Sandberg begat litigation processes claiming
he was in no way
Country,hillbilly or involved in any of the aforementioned Johnny Cash Train songs
and in addition he also claimed he was not
related to the alledged drug
"L.S.D."
Meanwhile the Lord wanting so badly to prove
he in fact was not wrong
he begat flushing tampons
down the toilet as often as he could
and so the septic feilds of the garden
were very much backed up
while running thru the garden barefoot one
morning to get in shape{he just quit smoking]
and was on health food diet
but gained a lot of weight anyway
because he loved speggitti
probably brain-washed by speggitti
wedensday comericals
anyway...
running thru the garden
he spotted mary-mary or
[Maria] if you will
mary mary with freckles
and scared briar rabbit
who couldnt say whats up doc
if he was the easter bunny
which by the way
"Mary"/Maria looked hot wearing the bunnie ears
she won "Miss Garden"
years 1 B.C.,and the year 3 B.C.
so they had a thing for a while
but she was married
they began praticing witchcraft together
and she left him
calling him a loser
but he could'nt take the lies
{she was a habititual liar}
And the lord wore those big groucho shades
with the nose
as he snuk thru the garden
he moved slightly down the path
not to frighten the real snake
or disturb
him from his nap
but he did chop down the cherrie tree
the lord went around telling everyone he knew
that he seen george do it
when he got to the tree
no one could hear him
but the lord was a man
so he was still wrong
he could'nt see the forest
and he listened way to much mansion
both charlie and sadie.
and whilst Elvis told big lies to nixon
he gave him a gun with high hopes
he would commit sucide
as satan told big red
I could have the '68 comeback
summary
satan was elvis elvis was satan
the lord was a man so he was still wrong
and eve is cheating on me
And the lord went hunting for skins to clothe them
And while the lord was out hunting deer
to make skins for clothes
he killed more beatles than the kennedys
and he was a hell of a landscaper
he watched growing tips shows on pbs
and frightened Adam who became parinoid
and he dropped the tomatoe soup
all over the bread which was thier dinner
but the children
we're so hungry
they fought over it and atr it anyway
thus the very first pizza
so they tried it with and with out ranch dressing
and later came avacodoes
cain wanted to become a beat write
to impress his fianccee "Mom"
so he begat writing bizarre parodies
displaying irrepressible thoughts
which coinsides with his dating
{pretty much he was obbessed with the god thing}
as an anti-war protest
the eyes were opened
and they ate the snakes food stuffs
you know the mice the rats
and they needed more clothing so she shopped
and she shopped at the mall forever
her pain was multiplied and she brang forth children
until somebody begat a female
so he ate the tomatoes
in the fields he sang slave songs
plotting against the union
avoiding the court appointted psychoanalytic treatment
the lord assignned to him
well satan didnt get his wings back
but at least he finished his probation
and paid his restition off
as he sung unsoliceted work songs in the fields
you could hear the likes of "pick a bale of cotton"
as heard from the classic "the Jerk"
in the afternoon sun
so they made aprons out of fig leaves
and baked the first bread
and he stole tomatoes off the market truck
and hid some hot peppers in his hat
for his lunch
wanna do lunch was his favorite line
well,the sound of the lord walking thru the garden
made him tragically insane
you will not die said the snake
but she did years later
only after plotting episoides
cursed to wear heels
cast out
of the now sanctioned land
god gave it to the canadians
hence gods country
or is that milawakkee
they moved upstate and got a condo on the lake
and he every now and again still
he sayeth am I not my brothers keeper
his brother said unto them
its cheaper to keep her
he called her mom he called her honey
they moved down south where the land was cheaper
Give to me of the tree
if this is your tree,I have planted seeds
if you have no rightly deed
lets call the multiple listing service
and make an appointment to see the said tree
I have planted seeds
woman feed me
I hunger cast the snake out?
asked alice as she clicked her high heels
we must make wood projects
boats trofts and crosses to stone the angels cast out
god save the trees cried the wiseman #3
but he was a woman,no angel
I am wearing clothes the empirior chimed in
give to me of the tree
she was as apple pie as any wiccan girl could be
joined at the heart we planted seeds
johnny may have been a farmer
but the lord knows the cornbelt betted on rain
I am so hungry give to me of the tree
I can lie thru my teeth
the snake has cut down your cherries
yes it was me spitting
spitting out the seeds
{oh god you sayeth}
why do I hid myself
what your some kinda freak?
don't you be looking at me
the garden party had parking in the lot next door
for a nominal fee
and judias sold bibles out there in the street
give to me of the tree
pass the plate insert some cheese
excerpts from the "Rat Acid"bible
written by Travis Ray Cole
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 18, 2001 at 01:34:49 (PST)
"Experpts from the "Rat Acid" Bible"
as told by Seizure Chords{Travis Ray Cole}
the book of Tard 1 1
Satan was truly the victim this time
he was beat at the magic game by that do gooder
and in the meantime it was made out to look like he
was the bad guy in every episoide
his agent would not return his calls
he was drawn as the villian
he was switched on the cross and suffered
and unreasonable beating.
right from the middle of a heck of a good time he was
transported into some bad version of an old startrek
show and he knew who was behind all this.
he felt sorry for himself
he wanted a nice hat like the pope or the firemen had. they we're actully foes at this point
they got to walk in fire but had cold beer
and air conditioning waiting for them back at home.
Satan woke up with a hang-over
he had gotten blasted with the lord and thier buddys at the
the last party he realized for the first time
that he was still wearing the same yellow shirt since
thursday ,sure he burnt mr. nelsons stage
and could'nt find jesus' time machine
the flies we're eating
at the open sores in his hands and feet
everybody must get stoned reminded him
to curse dylan again he was having the third Identy
crisis this week.he was in fact starburst
he wanted to be golden, if he could find jethro
see,jethro had the missing page one
and his train schedue he had already missed the boat
his friend jesus had become more reclusive and
had found a hole to crawl in
but all that witchcraft he learnt from mama
payed off he was outta the hole and at the
card table holding a hand full of aces
he had five of them and stacks of chips
a drink in each hand and the remote control
was in his shirt pocket
his cell phone rang and he had people
not answer it for him
excerpts from the" Rat Acid Bible"
written by Travis Ray Cole
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 18, 2001 at 01:17:20 (PST)
"Number Nine"{excerpts from the "Rat Acid" bible#3}
"Number Nine"
{excerpts from the "Rat Acid" Bible}
AS TOLD BY SEIZURE CHORDS
============================
On a recent contact visit THE LORD smashed grapefruit
in satans face then he lost all his goodtime
because he got caught with a home composting kit
hid in his cell,his plan was to turn it into a
tattoo machine. He had a plan,
if he could get himself put in the same cell
or even close to Mr.Charlie{Mansion} he could get the
goods on where this "bottomless pit" really was
well he was put in a holding cell with him one
bright day and found out that the beach boys guy
sold the bottomless pit to some poperotzi outfit
that sold bogus maps of the stars houses.
he had many unanswered questions
how did the beach boys guy come to own it
and Charlie got pissed.
and shrugged him off,saying he was the machine
Well maybe god was the machine or a part of it
but he wanted out
and he wanted out now.
so he was back in his cell and he decided to get
on the good side of mansion
he would sing the beautiful
people to him as he passed his cell
on the way to doc johnsons or was it doc matiens?
so the lord carved two crosses in his forehead
like Mr.Charlies and that did'nt work
well,they got to talking one day about
"one flew over the cuccoos nest" and the lord was in
so charlie hooked him up the
lord did some more witchcraft
and gave mansion free cable and he in turn
had the system let the god guy go
when he got out he kissed the ground
he went into town and saw rambo and he told him
bout the trouble he had with the laws
and the lord was down the road.
he ended up joining some freak cult and
meet a girl who had one more breast than the budda
the lord shaved his head
and started selling books at the airport
and underground magizines at the music stores
on consignment
{he heard Frank Zappa sold encyopdias}
and he was some sort of inspiration
when he ran into satan at the atm machine
he fucked him up
and is bieng sued for about a dozen different things
by the devil dude,anyway satan smoked marboro reds
and the lord smoked menthols
and mansion rolled his own
and they all got into nine inch nails
but only shimp liked pearl jam
shimp was satans replacement
as an angel
but wouldnt turn in his wings
said they was rusted amongst other reasons
so shimp had no wings and the act was busted up
shimp didnt wanna sell no books at the airports
and wore blackface make up told people he was looking
for the underground railroad
and showed 'em the curly shuffle they told him where
the pit was.
the locusts at the opening of the pit
we're mean as hell and it stung bad
it didnt matter if shimp had the
face of a lion it still hurt.
Shimp was waiting for the other guys to get there
before he went in Iggy Pop was guarding the opening
{He's part Locust}
so shimp hit him on top the head with
maxwells silver hammer and it swung around and hit him
in the chin afterward,and fucked 'em up.
who cares he lived in adam ants closet
and did'nt even have a job or pay taxes
{maxwell is that spy that runs with the 99 chick}
this bieng the year 1999 A.D. they had the real maps
and was eager to help
pretty soon everybody showed up and was ready
to enter the pit mansion the beach boys guy
the devil dude the fbi the five-o the god guy all except for mick
he stopped to write a song about it
ie some shit about running red lights for god?
so maybe he got pulled over
WHATS IN THE PIT?
Written by Travis Ray Cole
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 18, 2001 at 01:14:53 (PST)
AH hell no!
are you on the same medication as betty?
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 18, 2001 at 00:47:14 (PST)
can I get up with you girl?
can I get up with you,
you know I do
whoa can I get up with you?
can I get up with you?
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 17, 2001 at 21:51:17 (PST)
microchip
microscope
whats the differance?
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 17, 2001 at 21:34:57 (PST)
burp*
thats the way it is
cigarette burns to my face
needles in my head
pray to the virgin bertha
that you'll love me again
acid in my eyes
microchip full of lies
all my thoughts are baptised in the girl
next
next next next
I would write you books
I would look into your eyes
tell you anything
this is not my life
listen to the empty wall
I shall leave here and go as far as I can see
I will find that girl
and say nothing to her and waste all my time
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 17, 2001 at 21:18:54 (PST)
(So what? Leave him alone, damnit...)
Playing by ear
no left brain at all
and I'm still sonically connected to it
recalling the smell of fake butter and new Barbie dolls
sterile institution whites of your eyes
tell me something's up
something's been up for a while
under the tablecloth
spanking clean
and you need not clobber it into my head
the true prescision in your falsity
like I could'nt see it
why do we walk around it
incredible
Eve
- Saturday, March 17, 2001 at 21:11:41 (PST)
nothing,nothing there
you don't really love me
a wasted heart can not share
and all the loves before me
meant nothing
look and theres no one there
honkey tonk baby
your loves gone away
eleven bullets in my brain
keep me from going insane
I know your warmth meant nothing
the minute someone else talked between your legs
all your lies won't save me
from poems depression and blues song
only leave me empty
I'll forget the day your gone
and don't want no one to love me
any any more
I'll walk to the cross roads alone
with your hands and feet bleeding
I won't worship you no more
the blues has divided us
all that means is your gone
I tried to be kind
and steal flowers for your soul
how was I to know
you we're forever to do me wrong
blues
- Saturday, March 17, 2001 at 17:17:00 (PST)
Your sabatoge only makes me stronger,replied my stunt double/under paid imposter
"Rings without stone,
such a deal cell phone" said Chrissy.
Only the Insurance man is my friend
and he isn't paying for tickets to Ozfest this year
I was'nt as black as I was blue,but I do got a jalapeño
in my hat just,incase the internet really is my penis.
I ask you "Why did'nt they have nice bootcamp shows
for the kids to believe in back in 1968?"
Have my baby,baby and we can sacrafice the generation for new improved oil prices,wear nice heels.
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 17, 2001 at 12:31:54 (PST)
a sincere prayer to the gods and godesses
all I ask for tonight in my words here today is
that the timing is right and see his face i may
this evening i shall travel to his home town
in hopes to meet him and wash away this frown
together before we were both in same time and space although no words ever exchanged so the question remains
I need to know once and for all is he my soulmate
my soul is aching, my heart is breaking, my mind empty
please hear my pleas, my cries for i will always be sad until i know Why?
In return for this connection tonight I promise to always appreciate you gods and goddesses with every breath that i do take and never again will i doubt or forsake you thank you for your time and consideration regarding this Matt er
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 17, 2001 at 11:38:37 (PST)
travis whats going on?? you can do better than that...
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 17, 2001 at 10:23:05 (PST)
Immaculate Conception
a seed had been planted
deep in the soul of me
I know not how it happened
but one night you came to me
when I called your name in thought
there we was here just you and me
surrounded by nothing but serenity
I took your hand and didnt look back
for i knew that hurt you didnt come for
further into our shared dreams we did go
only to end where the seed was placed
the love we made flowed in ever so deep
so that the seed would never be erased
time we did suspend as we both inhaled
it brought us to tears as it felt so right
the love we created while we created a life
for moments at a time we all became one
we held each other as time slowly began to move
indicating that our experience was coming to end
you took hold of my hand and guided me back home
nine months later I am not alone which does prove
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 17, 2001 at 10:07:50 (PST)
"Julie,will you marry me?"
we could live on an island
we could live on love
we could block out the rest of the world
promise you what ever you want
walk with our toes in the wet sand
on poluted beaches and try to be alone
rip out our hearts again
and turn them to stone
watch flowers die with microscopes
{Alright,I'll buy one later mother fucker}
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 17, 2001 at 09:46:09 (PST)
"The many ballads of the cross-threaded lesbian"
raw denial
useless energy
dead end friend
================================================
"She is everywhere"
they all look like the only one
there is no solution
there is no more..no
they all look like the only reason
the meaning of fun
no more dreaming
what have you done
they all look like the angel I loved
theres no definition
theres no depth
she is everywhere
she is everything
=========================================
are you my cheating lie
a moment turned away
looking at life around us
you tell my disabled truths
and believe them yourself
are you ready to deny
before a question is life
do you think I care why
as you are turned away
with a thousand memories
into the darkness
you free to lie to anyone else
but me
I do not hear them
I do not see you
I feel no anger towards any living substance
although you no longer exist
the art is gone with lies
leaving not a care
nothing
only death could divide the morning from midnight
and will the rain
change the mood
return the feeling
===============================================
filed
when I found out she wanted to borrow my ladder
that was the day i wondered
AND we would be together as one forever in my eyes if only for one week of every home cooked meal
I could dream of
and so she wouldnt lose his bike
to his wife
she took it completly apart
and wanted my to reassembile it
and cried when we ...we...we didnt put flowers on his gas tank
I woke her up with a 12 of something she didnt like one night as drunk as I was
she she she wanted bud
next night I was at the door to try again with bud and
she cried because he was dead
she got a new car outta that one
and I thought she was crazy
with a pistol in her hat
making me clean out my wifes
car before she would eve n get in it
how was I to know she was a stripper
I wanted was to take her out for steaks
to pay her back for all that home cooking
and got kicked out of her strip bar for a domestic
while my wife threw me out again
we went to the best party and jammed with crazy people
on the bongos
and she sang words to my songs I could not understand
how she begged me to leave my asshole wife
I said no
and she was the only reason I kept the best job I ever had in my life
later
I quit
and moved back home
in six months I knocked on her door
to get it slammed in my face
go back to your wife
but she followed me up from the south and I seen her once in a libary in a little town up north of here
=======================================================
"Champagne Brunch"
who would stereotype money
who would believe it was worth anything?
There where many beautiful whores
at the fashion show and
I ordered a cheese buurger and a beer
sure,mine was dressed very seductively for a woman with only one eye.but I did not want to seek a relationship that would last longer
than a few pretzels
for my lap dancer was watching us
and I did not want to piss her off again
because I already thought she was cheating on me
but I might just be parinoid
because believing only what I see
I could'nt really see over the five mens shoulders
and then she went to change costumes
in the ladies room
and he went into the mens room
and you cant do much in a little 3 inch hole
in the wall now can you
it was like that time
I dropped the mental patient off at the truck stop
after she agreed to us duck taping the camera to her head
but we never got a camaera
and the phone would not stop ringing
as soon as the tape would role
while ever song I played they thought it was about them
I believed in the lord of gasolines
and my lap dancer and I had agreed to
stay together and pay the cable bill this week.
she was as pretty with a six pack as she was
with two shots (over)
=============================
values
the movie she liked was stuck in the dvd player like
a greasepit full of flies
her bag lady value was not equal to the toys
he bought and busted up regiosly
as the prostitute got geezer wrinkle warts
she became worth a piss in the wind
as the blackeye would shine in the mid day sun the
nastiest lady was homeless now
and needed change
we can save them and make pets of them
would you like to relax beside my ice maker for a beverge
and sit at the grand piano in the alley next to the dumpster that the rat that jumped out at us
beside the reading lamp reclined in an upright
the most beautiful witch powerless
dying of diesease
for there was no magic
she was crazy
praying to satan
with each different partner
on sunday
the book of hymns
book of love
values
=======================================================
while all the time she had pamala lee dolls on layaway
she did not tip the bartender today
she was saving for a rainy day
and razors of course
for her underarms could no longer close
and her lesbian gaybar nickname would now become
"wooly bully"
and if there was a nixon there was a hitler
and there would be a electric razors motor
burnt up in the morning
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 17, 2001 at 09:39:23 (PST)
Posted by Travis Ray Cole (Chicago) on October 30, 2000 at 00:58:13:
"Breaking"
Solo turned to wah
sliding across the mike stand
as bending the neck
"These go to Eleven"
Flange with fast chorus
feel ghost guitars play themselves
stomping foot pedals
"Crunch"
The tubes are to cold
unless the amp is driven
my leads dont sound warm
"Bleeding S.G."
Notes octaves apart
feeds back in front of the amp
echos vibrato
"Overdrive"
The speaker bubbles
as wires begin to spark
while the guitar screams
"Punk Lives"
The weasle replies
the same old chuck berry leads
power chords with speed
"Inspired Dedication"
Ripping tremolo bar
bending strings and hammer ons
past pentatonic
"Sonnets in my heart"
a note is a thought
the treble clef knows your name
as tears rust the strings
Written by Travis Ray Cole(c)2000
Anonymous
- Friday, March 16, 2001 at 23:35:08 (PST)
I was dosin dolphins in my dreams
sub liminal sub titles
I don't care if you feed them beans with an IV
the aliens are hiding in a lake 200 miles under the surface at the south pole
don't you ever go
I love you so
Anonymous
- Friday, March 16, 2001 at 22:55:02 (PST)
everything I write is about
Today I throw the laundry away
cause'in you ain't here to warshh it
tomorrow I'll sell my best truck
to the first land scaper that wants it
and I don't care if you dig your nails in
and I don't care if they is painted
you don't do my cooking and thats what love is.
yep,that theres what love means
I'll buy a big guitar to get me over you
solo all over,thinking of a hundred just like you
I'll play all night until the notes all ring true
I'll say my funnest lines to the nearest wall
and hope I get thru
only to realize theres no one there I'm talking to
but...
a machine mind
lies and sacrafice
hidden and disguised
waste of time
pick up the phone
leave it alone
you don't love nothin'
Anonymous
- Friday, March 16, 2001 at 22:50:35 (PST)
"ode to bettey"
gamble lottery
red or cumberland line are great
the rest is written by an imposter
maybe roxys brother pretending to be bettey
sitting in his underware
writting all these no porn projects
crying out for help from god
by double flushing the toilet
asking his congress man to pretend he is bettey to
sniffing cat boxes shaving with glue
Anonymous
- Friday, March 16, 2001 at 22:48:21 (PST)
"Nothing About Work"
Find
note book with nothing in it
Disolve
delete all email accounts
shuffle
move boxes
prevention
remove rock
heal
time
respect
lie to the others some more
hide
put bench away
All of the above
repair if needed
peace
start war with yourself and others
concern
continue with list
priority
nothing you would expect
sorry about the mess folks thats just my lovley cupcake "helping"with the yoko chores
- Friday, March 16, 2001 at 21:10:30 (PST)
ok travis cole,limit your posts to one per day please
and if I could make a request?
how about that one ..oh hows it go
something about abortion or getting high or something?
I dunno.
Anonymous
- Friday, March 16, 2001 at 20:59:42 (PST)
Betty and I are to be wed tomorrow in the towns square{shes been saving herself for me}
and its been rough on her
other than that shes a good citizen
I've got her record here in front of me
I'll fax it over to you,so stay off that line.
Anonymous
- Friday, March 16, 2001 at 20:57:00 (PST)
sorry counts for everything
regret revisited
- Friday, March 16, 2001 at 20:52:52 (PST)
what the F@#k is going on with Betty at www.w3px?
Anonymous
- Friday, March 16, 2001 at 14:52:27 (PST)
Tattoo in Mind
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 what's 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
by Travis Ray Cole
Anonymous
- Friday, March 16, 2001 at 14:22:29 (PST)
"Everything I write{is to/about you}"
{I could}
your the one I'm thinking about
your the one I love
your the only one who reads my words
your my heaven burning love
your the one I dream to
your the only one
because theres noone else with us
theres noone else in lust
your the one I think of in my mind
the world dont know
I could never see them
it's you I only think of
yes its you the one I love
your the one I believe in
its you
your the only one who hates me
with so much love
its you
in the wind I whisper to none
your the only one who hears me
its you in every song
your the one the only one who reads me
like a book
{I would}
And you know it
your the one I write to
its you and only you
your the only one I ever knew
you are the one I always think of
the one I really love the one that doe'nt feel it
when I feel like this for you
your the one I write to
your the one I thought I knew
in the time thats left
I wanted to say its you
theres no one else it could mean anything to
then of coarse I'll always throw in a
non-assocated line or two
to lie to me about you
its you and you know its you
your the one I lie to when I say I dream at all
it me that I hide in when I see that I not gonna
feel no way at all
its you the one I hate to say goodbye to
I love...............my heart don't know
{I would never}
I would never write anything
that was'nt to or about you
I would never live a life in vain
an echo of an excuse
another line only directed to
I would never write anything
I would never think of kidding about living the truth
if it did not include
I would never write anything
that was not for about to you
Everything I write is to you
yeah you
your the only one that I write to
eveytime I think its true
all I ever think about
how do I live without
everything I ever do
is missing the answer
you
everything I write is to you
everything I say has a message
if only to me about you
travis ray cole
Anonymous
- Friday, March 16, 2001 at 13:50:54 (PST)
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 too much to keep
I really don't need this museum of mine
I leave it
I start over
yeah its over
and I don't even have or need what was/is mine
I start with nothing
not even a memory I try to forget the time
I start at the end
I start to begin
I start without you this time
I've 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 don't
thats ok...yeah it is fine
I leave these things that slow me down
I've got to far to climb
I would take you with me but you couldnt last
and I don't wanna leave you whereever
I'm not coming back to in this life
I start without you
I am without you
I don't 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 don't need this museum of mind
Anonymous
- Friday, March 16, 2001 at 13:06:01 (PST)
Tony Hawk's Pro Skater2 {sony}
Unlock Everything (Except Gaps)
· Pause the game, hold L1 and press X, X, X, Square, Triangle, Up, Down, Left, Up, Square, Triangle, X, Triangle, Circle, X, Triangle, Circle. Choose "End Run" and everything in the game will be unlocked.
The movies
spiderman
the cheats
you gotta try wireframe
disco mode{should be psyhcodellic mode}
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 15, 2001 at 22:49:32 (PST)
Today I throw the laundry away
cause'in you ain't here to warshh it
tomorrow I'll sell my best truck
to the first land scaper that wants it
and I don't care if you dig your nails in
and I don't care if they is painted
you don't do my cooking and thats what love is.
yep,that theres what love means
I'll buy a big guitar to get me over you
solo all over,thinking of a hundred just like you
I'll play all night until the notes all ring true
I'll say my funnest lines to the nearest wall
and hope I get thru
only to realize theres no one there I'm talking to
but...
a machine mind
lies and sacrafice
hidden and disguised
waste of time
pick up the phone
leave it alone
you don't love nothin'
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 15, 2001 at 22:42:34 (PST)
it says "please limit to one per day",
I think that includes even you Travis Cole!
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 15, 2001 at 21:47:19 (PST)
wounded by my own thoughts
imprisoned inside my mind
i listen to the voices
which speak to my heart
they tell me i should cry
i need to let it all out
in order to make it go away
so that again i can be happy
and make good use of my time
now the tears they begin to fall
my heart is breaking but their right
nothing good can ever come of this pain
and even if something could would i want it
I am so misunderstood within my own mind
now I hear the voices of a different kind
whispering the sounds of his echoing laughter
oh this pain it is hurting me all to much
i am wounded and only have me to blame
the time has come for me to sincerely grief
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 15, 2001 at 20:56:10 (PST)
Release
Much of time has passed
since from last we spoke
you worry me to no ends
and still I search for hope
let you do something that
my thoughts you will gain
flexible you will find them
in the backroom or in rain
stuff is due and yet I wait
addictive behaviours are
born of air & carried thru
my heart is solely for you
Rhymes are dumb; no need
I can't hum, but I do bleed
stop you before I stop myself
put you back where u belong
in my shadowless spell book
high upon the very first shelf
A friend I wanted of you but
instead your an enemy in the end
the signs are there for me to see
If I wanted you back then for me
Why in the fields for everyone to see?
Why @ all, was I not in control
from the very start, I broke your heart
now I am not suffering as you would like
you are waiting for me to make my land
and like a fly on the wall, you'd have me
where you'd want me to fall; but guess what
although my mind is getting tougher and
the dog's bark is rougher than one imagined
still I can't help but to want you and that m and m
both of you and me, wow the images they seem real
I'm talkin' holy~sent from the divine: Spiritual Ecstasy
that must be the reason to enjoy 3's, triangles & chocolate
actually forget the chocolate, we'd all get it everywhere
you know what I'm talkin' bout, youve seen it too; not much
lately though, been wondering where your at in which alley
behind what building are you sacrificing the ugly cat?
what does that all really have to mean
you ask why and I'm interested in what
do you understand the depths of my pain
I am with him ‘cause he gave time to care
what am I saying, that's all he knows to do
unlike me and also unlike you...yes, you~
next issue to deal with is why are they here
if they ain't bothering to talk; only walking
back and forth, around and around, in silence
the sparkles in your robe shine brighter when you listen
"Be not afraid of his fire, nor of the rock on which he sits;
Be only afraid of the thoughts and powers he transmits".
"You shall have his all once the sun begins to set.
Does reality only ever happen
to those who smoke pot after
they have just finished a joint
the mind makes no attempt
recovery or otherwise stops
from denying whats not real
there are wizards in the trees
in-spying to get to the top
when all along they forgot
I remembered we was knot
burlaps to keep us so warm
the twine to help us craft
soon we will have our shelter
along with protection from harm
as long as you pay attention to me
and listen to everything I say Said,
she will knot ever no never succeed
he said however, she wants my seed
yes, so long as you pay attention to me
and never to everything I say Said,
when will she ever make up the time?
Reality for her is like being a skunk
the skunk arrives at its destination
not unprepared to devolge its prey
Which in this cAsE for him its cement
nevertheless, they both have similar talents
which are the abilities to move and to spray.
my heart, it aches for you
and all the times we shared
I know my love was different
carried you from trust to pain
in matters of few short months
weren't we talkers thou when we did
baby, that was your realm and still is
you no I ain't denying you your smarts
I inherited mine through another way
Yes, I sold out and went hopped on board
gracing the halls, and great ones at that
in search of new knowledge not presented
to me at college where practice was the Key;
giving you not a Low but a high Identity to
use when you further buy into a Capitalist society.
Elite.......No..Wise.....yes......Separated...Definitely;
when the mind is open to most everything, one can
not help but to follow and swallow knowledge road.
for when it comes time to sign, Im not sure where to
Why separation then? Why then Wise? Why not Elite?
A mouse just went array but that it did that is okay
Eventually, it would have happened anyway
I am not above or beyond what any human is capable;
merely, I am just following the original instructions
left for us by the one to remember about our shared past
Everyday, I look wait for them to reveal their pure essence
Anyday now, could bring with it a long lost desire
Why d o you con t inue t o haunt me
chaine d t o my past, I move on
but in my mind, your memories
well they still live ac t ively on
it was such a rare and neat t ime
but t was never suppose t o be
much more t han you and me
d reams are vivi d and so real
you visit my min d d eep
and t o you I t s no big d eal
carry me t o your madness
lead us in t o bliss; t ake me
while you s t ill can my frien d t oday, tomorrow, yesterday's sorrow.
How can you catch the sparrow?
Why what an interesting query
I travel you know all over the place
in search of your existence and me
when each enters the great beyond
will it be with our eyes we'll see each others face
would I make you look silly on a cold winter's day
when I would want to cuddle and you won't stay
at you I post mere thoughts and at me you post murals
when did it begin and will it ever end or did it already stop?
In either event im not going back to that place
you are there and everywhere you are here
bannish you like the babies bannish themselves
especially if you are to be of no worthful help
Causing grief is not my forte; @ least not now
maybe then but who cares what I am now
in the image of you is what ive inspired to become
more like myself and a definite hint of you
now burning purely sandalwood for my own good
lingering in the laundry room are hornets for sale
their selling their honey for their horny queen bee
eight is the amount the get from their honeycomb
today I am impressed
yesterday I was depressed
tomorrow I progress
everyday you try and regress
someday you I will supress
not too many days I wear a dress
together we will get out of this mess
I have had enjoyment thou I must confess
the thought of your caress
in my dreams baress
you and I thereas
making what would seem
a crazy little scene
for all to bear witness
to the love we made
denting the tin
in search for our crusade
making the time still
we silenced it to stop
gave our address
be careful for the bees
yes hornets I do mean
theyve come here
to take right over
using their scheme
in silence they wait
for a foot or hand
whichever is selected
is on what they'll land
things made of sand
fall apart in the hands
but things made of clay
well they tend to stay
something like a holiday
not quite a vacation thou
cause they too break down
back to the ground eventually
they find their way into the ground
I like you a lot
someday im going to meet you
down around the corner and through the lights
there will be a stopsign for which we both obey
there is no need to get excited much was lost
in our battle to save us from our destination
the one where we both get whats comin' to us
but not in no way our wishful thinking is powerful
enough to stop what was about to happen one day
on a cool, calm, and colourful autonm day next years
until then, my good friend, have yourself a pleasant day!
Do you care for me?
How would you know
describe how it might be
make up your mind
and show me how you feel
or at least what you think
I am not what you thought
after all of this span of time
I am a rhymer eyah give me the fine
I'm a speeder cant see the line
why do you not know me
after all we have been through
take me now to your leader
he and I shall have our words
along with some herbal teas
he knows I'm a teaser who
loves to be such a pleaser
making my rounds around the globe
where it stops well nobody knows
not even you or I shall know that one
we will only live to remember the pain
of our love gone stale because of me
shadows of darkness, smells, and such
pin me down and pentrate my clothes
leave me at once I say, before the wind blows
if you wait until then, your magic will show
down in the oceans is where the dolphins roam
maybe you have heard them when your all alone
making their voices be known in my dreams
there you reside until you pick up your phone
SEVEN YEARS AGO TODAY.......
I met your sweet soul
through some friends
I made you smile
you made me laugh
and touched my soul
as you expressed style
we sang and played games
til the sweet sun set
then off in our cars
we headed into the nite
driving down the highway
we now have met
into the driveway we go
ready for the evening
it really does show
not a care in the world
we both made an entrance
inspite of our difference
we both had a chance
and so we gave it a go
becoming an item that sweet nite
we grooved in the moonlite
and sat under the stars
proclaiming our fondness
for each other we did like
there's just only one thing
we never really got right
it was the sound of affection
coming thru the extasy that nite
it was missing thou it was there
there is love felt now
which knows it belongs there
over in the front off to the side
there we sat and chatted
bout such things in life
as our hopes and dreams
begonias, magnolias, and moonbeams
Horses ever so skronney
while we endulge the joint
Into the house, I'm all confused
in search of your existence
I ask "do you know where he is"?
"Upstairs, you better hurry or him,
you will will loose to another"!
So away I do go up
and after some minor commotion
In the bathroom we do end up
on the counter, on the scene
the two of us without emotion
that is why we eventually failed
Seven years later I understand
What it means to hold hands
Loving unselfishly from the heart
We leave the party
"Get in the car", "I insist that
he be apart or I get out" Yes, I
will stay here with him
if no room can be made for him.
Back to your original meeting place
we go and have emotionless sex
now don't get me too wrong
I think we both did enjoy
our good times well spent
only problem I really have
is that for seven long years
I have wondered about us
if things had of been different
if emotions had been there
and the sound of Enigma
along with that from dolphins
playing in the background
creating an opportunity
for spiritual growth
But never did that happen
Until I saw something new
A second chance with you
But then I began to love him
Physically he looks like you
mentally thou love is his game
I wanted to know him and
I'm sure that he felt the same
Be that as it may
circumstances unfolded
to keep us together
and yet tear us apart
never to ever speak
our hearts could feel
what our mouths were
afraid to speak
our mind's eye could see
and our dreams connected it all
in them, he summonsed me to lovers
and in one he gave me a gift
so we made love
until it was real
in our minds, hearts, and souls,
in our lives we would pass by
each other knowing all along
it was only ever in our dreams
where our feelings would reside
Illicit as they made have been
I want you, him, and me
in a love triangle of three
sharing in the love that
was rightfully meant for
you, him, and me.
~DMK~
The Message
the time has come to say goodbye
seven twenty fours have passed
new things happened each day
to remind me of that I asked
for your return when times right
there will be no turning back
unless your almighty does say no
from the bottom of my heart
I do not want you to go
but understand how you must
forsake what we feel tonight
the darkness seems so cold
and the emptyness sets in
surrounds our naked bodies
like fire would to some wood
if it was given another chance
lighters with their hot minds
are picked up to only brand
their owners for one last time
so well, if you know me
then what's the plansets
that sees us get stronger
under sunset moonlight
wanna know something
you probably do know
never they meant for you
when my heart spoke
t'was always about him
you were a beginning
where he is considered
an end all to be it all
kind of love for this guy
My love for him grows stronger
with each passing from a day
I think of him only most often
with a prayer that he will be okay
sometimes it is hard to imagine
what without him it would be like
but then I realize and without doubt
I am brought back down to the surface
and the harsh reality whips me again
there is you waiting with a smile on your face.
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 15, 2001 at 12:38:24 (PST)
"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
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 15, 2001 at 10:44:51 (PST)
Filled their songs with running away
Gonna get out, take off, fly.........
Oh, if only we could if only I could
Get out, take off, fly
From the sudden bursts of sadness
Infinite missing
Just like before
"Pity me that the heart is so slow to learn
what the swift mind beholds at every turn"
Yeah Whatever
- Wednesday, March 14, 2001 at 23:40:16 (PST)
Daily routine
Fiercly awaken
Attack life
Dance dominance
Listen to good music on the ride home
Enhance appearance
Enjoy evening
Tip generously
listen to very good music on the ride home
Enhance mood
Compliment generously
Viva la'more
Listen to damn fine music on the ride home
Corsair
- Wednesday, March 14, 2001 at 22:15:58 (PST)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"The one your not looking for"
by
Travis Ray Cole
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"The one your not looking for"
If I could catch up to
If I could hear you
what'd you do to mine
I think..........not sweet
but a rose without a vine
I could not catch up to
I could out run you
a flower in my mind.
If I could make some wish
somewhere in the back of my mind
I'd just cast the spell until the star I see
is the only light
its a ray from a star?
i never thought like this before
its dreams gone away
ahh how do you sing that way
castle crumbles leaving only a tattoo of the dream
the reaper trying before hells fire brings
the season changed
and I dont have or want anything
anything
theres no voice left
to tell me what I want to hear
theres no
Travis Ray Cole
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 14, 2001 at 22:06:04 (PST)
"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 with my teeth
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
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 14, 2001 at 21:31:51 (PST)
"yeah,it hurts"
by
Travis Ray Cole .. ..
"yeah,it hurts"
unfinished tattoos
a girl salutes......... the wind whips
the sky it dies, the train pulls out, the guns fire
deja vu the girl from lake forrest
tails lights in my heart
the constant stabbing of the warm bleeding licks
kissing bleeding reaching through the truth
returning to where there could be no book
burning your memories into the scrap book heartless
mind
the tree splits the using love of the past
previously stealing so much from nothing
theres no one left to try......
finding the only one
losing the only one
right there on the same page
all at the same time,in the same movement
in one beat of a loosely wound clock
the surprise on her beautiful face
when she sees its you shes trying to sell her self to
and hiding the hate high away
rubbing her eyes to see if she sees right,in the morning sun shining througgh the hazey life we thought we needed
and the clouds take yesterday a degree or two
as you police yourself thinking your stopping me
you know not me or you from free
cutting out the cancer ensuing your dirty looks
from another reigion echoing what your all gonna die
for this time with the libiaries full of
listeners and the user taking ,why
have you no love for music
open the door
the heat exhales from the perfect non-perfect walls
you have enclosed your freedom with
maybe its lies that you want to live the art
die the role
reach for your dreams by staying within the lines
as the shadows move hiding that your not alone
we are not at war have no hate energy towards
the woman preaching what she feels is the way out of hell even if its better somewhere else like a big lincoln - kenedney coincidense
the dirt in the alley ruining what you waste
and the unspiolied knowlage then exceeds repeats
and can tell you are wrong in fact have done it wrong
only to have been taught what to expect from the
artist type the truth and nothing but the truth
yeah thats how i feel now
travis ray cole
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 14, 2001 at 21:18:25 (PST)
corrections
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 flys 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.
kiss once,once more
the heart that you do hide
the love in your mind
the times we said goodbye
================================
"dramaization of a real life"
if i gotta go
if nows the time
i wanted to hold you close
i cant say goodbye
i love you know
i cant ever cry
theres no way to hide i love you no lie
if i gotta stay
its with you
if i gotta live
not that anyone including me wants me too
i feel sorry for me
but not as much as i love you
i can heal my wounds and just drift in dreams
would you hold me once
i say goodbye to you
im not thru
im asking begging
would you listen
i need only you
i love now dont not want me to
its the answer
you didnt come running
instead ran
something i did nt want you to
you shoulda called noone
or nancy as a second chance
is my life blood running
without a heart to go thru
without a heart to go thru
with out a heart to go to
all i really needed was you to love me to
you could be the cure
im hurt and cut into
and i guess i'll live without you
only cause you want me too
she has hot and cold
love
all the only
love
i know not another one
only
she is the only one
mine
in my mind of love
reality
no sonnet
"looking for her"
I came here looking for her because she is fine
but i dont gotta look for her
because she is mine
BECAUSE
she is mine
mine
i explained,
i look for her
in every blondes eyes
have you seen my only love lust dream
yeah , shes all mine
because im the one that loves her
cause im the one that loves her the most
and nomore of that ! i have already tried
i dont ever feel the hurt
i cant belive in nothing
theres room in my life for someone
and it is her
and it is her
i must believe in her
at first i dont know why
then i dream of her
wake in the dream of life
why'd i want something that would never be mine
i only keep wanting
love is
love is love is love is love is
love is
it must be her all the time
and i see only someone
for me to be mine
yes yes i love her
i want to have her,i keep trying
you know i wish i really had her
t0o hold eveynight
that would be life
i think im used to her
by now im not lying
i really only want her
some fantasy alright
why is it ever going to happen
what would it be like
just to have and hold on to love
i do think its alright
so you know i want her
crazy about whats mine
i came here looking for her and have been stuck in
nowhere in my mind
look im not leaving without
without whatever i thought was love
meaning feeling
wanting hoping
love is only in my mind
i can taste it
when she is near me
sometimes like me she is shy
"pain of love"
variation without a theme
stealing away my dream
loving just to see
what is left of me
it will never be
theres no
nothing for me
you
dont want me
you dont want me
ITS NOT ME
Its not me its you
its not me its you
its not you
"AND IF THERE IS"
And if there is a you
there is a me
And if there is love I am free
and if there is an end
I will die not me
And if you want me
come get me
and if you know say so
and if we cant make it work there is no answer
because no one else is for you
as noone else is for me
and if i was then i am
and only you can make me who i really am
and if theres noone
we are still we
and i do love you
i want to hold you
with every line you put a hold on me
and if there is freedom
there is a lie
only because you are really mine
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
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 14, 2001 at 20:59:46 (PST)
"Broken"
by
Travis Ray Cole
guess what I want for you
guess what I want with you
guess what I want in you
I don't need the answer
I don't need the truth
theres something to believe in
I want rid of it too
I don't need another habit
or caught up in you
truth is I'm lying
I'd never end it with you
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 14, 2001 at 20:30:07 (PST)
" Second Hand "
by
Travis Ray Cole
I've got a poetress in waiting
and know a girl who could lie thru a dream
I know I'll never get nowhere
theres no inside to you it seems
if we hesitate to sleep on it
tomorrow may mean retreat
I've got no more to waste on
someone who does'nt know what I mean
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 14, 2001 at 20:09:06 (PST)
seriously so serious
of all these issues
that lay before me
Ive come a long way
and yet feel no change
I was given an opportunity
which only few ever know
what went wrong Im not to sure
I walked a road which left you
and travelled miles on a path
that eventually did not last
so now that I have come back
nothing with you seems the same
I am lost with no where to go
someday I will come to terms with the change
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 14, 2001 at 19:14:59 (PST)
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Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 14, 2001 at 01:14:04 (PST)
i miss him so as i sit here tonight
lost within my own mind i cant let go
tangled in his seductive words i am
i just wish i had a way to tell him so
he makes my frown turn itself upside down
so much so I have feelings beginning to grow
even though hes hes noone i really do know ;~)
sweet
- Wednesday, March 14, 2001 at 00:07:11 (PST)
please do not hold me in your mind
even if you really do love me so
please take me out of your memory
may my name never roll off your tongue
and that your eyes quit seeing me
here's to your lungs that they not fill
at least with the breath that is for me
please let go of me by releasing your spell
my mind has been moving away from you now
will you do the same and wipe it all away?
my soul with yours will never die unless you forget.
anonymous
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 13, 2001 at 23:38:16 (PST)
Beyond Existence
It seems the world has changed its ways
Each and every all play a special role
one thing is for sure -
it is not the same.
The time had come where divine
had intervened laying down
the law that would uphold
for another seventeen.
Centuries that is as that
will be the time when the
universe will come to align. Along
with that will be a chain of events - a series of
disasters happening again.
They will know what this
means as they become wise
for I am the divine
representing this disguise.
Do not listen without hearing
What has been said - I
will soon be gone, leaving
you to think I was a
figment in your head.
Weird Eh?
It might help you to know
that what you have experienced
Is just a fraction of what I
can show.
My mind works in cycles
unlike any you have seen
I will appear to you frequently
But only in your dreams.
Cause dreams are what
I am made of - untouch
able but yet so real
In your presence you will feel me
So get ready to watch me feed.
I will call upon forgiveness
to bless us during this
time. It will listen to the
sorrows that will forever keep us apart
united we stand, joined
at the heart.
Isn't that the way it was
suppose to be, the nature
of this conversation, wouldn't
you agree?
I now have to leave, as you
will soon be awake
not knowing whether to
believe.
The agreeance is certainly there
So why do you do what
you do, when all you
do, is because you don't
care.
There will never be any
denying in what I feel
This moment is of many
moments in which I
know is real.
They are a series of events
in which the challenge will
begin, the reason for this
is to decide who will win.
Upon his victory what
shall the winner receive
An evening in my company
Where I am free to leave.
Why do you see fit not to stay
Will it ever be in your
mind to come visit some
day.
That day is already here
and as you can tell
we are really sitting here
I know that you may not
understand, but it is
important that you
advocate on behalf of the land.
Where are you now, this
is what is important to me, you
and you damn spell
won't let me be.
You know what you
did so face that fact.
the reality is I am not
coming back.
Is this me talking or
is this you, please don't
leave me in the dark, that's
the least you could do.
What do you think - give
you a hint, you are not
far behind. I am where I've
always wanted to be
it is safe you will see.
This game has become
boring, something I
will not play, show
me what you are
made of and I
will go away.
You must not leave right now
I am just getting started
have I frightened you somehow?
Yes, as a matter of factly you have.
But that is okay, you are
only trying to win in
what you convey.
Yes, this is true in all that you
say, but the point I'm trying
to make is that you
continue to play.
Well I stand to be corrected
as the fun has just begun
It is hard to believe that
you are just a tease, my
mind you will not as I
haven't forgot the ways of
your past that made you
a blast ! !
Well once again you have
made me laugh, just as
I would looking back on
the past.
The past is the past - can't
you see how I have changed
in the ways in which I
think, oh ya I do not drink,
anymore, I became bored.
You must be tired as you stare
at the cat, I think I'm headed
for a nap, but before we
depart let it stand that
we are no longer joined at
the heart.
-> Imagine a dream where
we go each night. Hoping
for its reality in the next
daylight. Never do we find
the one's that we want
as they are gone forever
only to be left with a haunt . . .
of images as to what it
might have been like to
meet up some night.
goodnite w/B
Well I know it to be the same
but who is to blame.
Please dream with me
tonight, the wizard of
my choice. It makes it
seem so special when
there's always a familiar
voice.
I will be there you can
count on that. The
night is young and that
is that.
What shall we dream or
can you tell, I just thought
of something _ you made
your presence know when
you fell.
Ahha you figured me out
a passenger in a classroom
creating an interesting
doubt. Dreams are very special, and this one
you will have to wait I'm trying to figure
out how to unlock the
gate.
The gate to where I might ask.
don't play games,
take off the mask.
I suggest you take the
leap, you will know
what I speak of once you
fall asleep
Do not make promises
that you cannot keep
I am anticipating a
visit from you as
soon as I go to sleep.
Remember Dreams are
What I am made of
and that is all I am
going to say. good nite
for now until I return
to stay !
sweet
- Tuesday, March 13, 2001 at 23:26:17 (PST)
MemoryBank
My eyes are the camera
and my mind is the film
you are my only subject
I want to take photos of
to have of you always
inside my head storing
and if I shall chose to
someday I will recall
my snapshot memory
of you that I once took
while you were stood
while you were waiting
while you were looking
while you were walking
while you were talking
I was watching you too
watch me watch you.
Realized a Dream Today
at this moment I see you there
there's a smile in your eyes
and for years it said hello
But never from our lips
did the passion of breath flow.
I have wanted to touch you
since before this though
taking my time with you
your soft body I do caress
In my dreams last night
there was just you and me
sitting upon my footrest
Only to make love
of a sensual kind
within this realm
I am with you open
to experience the desire
manifesting inside ourselves
I woke up this morning
and that's when it occurred
it is my feelings for you
that out of this dream
would be so absurd.
To hold you is to care for you
to look at you is to love you
to talk to you is to appreciate you
to hang with you is to know you
to think of you is to smile
to wonder where you are is to worry
hopefully when you looked into my eyes
you connected with the love I set there
I wanted to know you oh so bad
and I wanted you to know me as well
to write about you now is to cry
to know I never met you is to feel like forever being alone
mystery surrounded your eyes
but your soul did come through
when I gazed into your love
I knew you for me it was true.
I wanted to take you then
but was simply too afraid
didn't want no part of rejection
if on my part it was projection.
although my heart new different
cause it reached into your love
to feel the depths of true pain
without ever meeting you my soulmate.
you have appealed to my heart and soul and
within time you have also captured my mind.
my wish would be to have you oh so near me
so that we could nourish this heartfelt bond.
much time has passed and love is still strong
but without you here I am way too restless
as I know that someday I will need to know
from you the feelings we shared in passing by
if and when that time does arrive for us
I will be ready just as I am right now
to take you into my arms and hold you close
so that you will know how much I care
to give to you my heart, mind, soul,and body
through the love-making process.
your eyes or my eyes
what's the difference
their both the same
wouldn't you agree
as you stare at me
don't you see you
cause I do see me
From soul to soul
a breath was taken
and one was received
the making of love
transported thru tunnels
none other than above
inhaling life's force
is a prescious gift
to which pure appreciation
can only be known
if between soul to soul
a life was conceived.
the magic love triange between Damien, Matt and Me..
Everyday I am longing for you
deep inside my heartless soul
I try not to think what its like
for you to be in so much pain
because I will not let go
the trees lose their leaves
the leaves lose their color
the colors lose their souls
and of course they will die
I kno in my heartfilld soul
that you were to be the one
but that was taken away
cause I was having some fun
or what I thought was o'kay
I am quite aware now a days
that behaviour is not right
harmful as a bad habit
I thought of you day and night
time flew by like that airplaine
floating in the midnight sky
we could believe the charm worked
but we know better of our own minds
the power, the persuasion, the control
all part of the equation to shape our souls
Perceptions are not few and far between
everyone human has them and nor are they
wrong or right so I guess to each their own
Including yourself, so I give you up this third november night.
I am sick of your attacks onto my life
meaning I am tired of your ploys including the Matt!
You know what I'm talking about and if you don't
then the triangle really does exist?
bottom line either your consciencous or your not
but in the end no one should care cause you don't exist
beyond what I may or may not have ever thought.
my mind, my focus, my control, my, my, and my.
that's what I ever have only been about...Me.
that Is why you suffered in love over Me.
and that's why things between my Mats and me had to be
a sudden search to connect the communication lines
barely has anything to do with you or your love
putting the Mats under my feet and then pulling away
was perceived through the eyes as love at first sight
effective from that point on you were not the one
he had taken the place were you once belonged
he was pure, he was love, he was sexy, he just was
he had your eyes, your walk, and your lips
butterflies have replaced the dolphins cause that's
what he did each time our souls did pass
my heart, my soul, my love, he could have it all
he was the second coming of you, my chance to redeem
even though it is you that I try to call for charm breaking advice.
but like i'd said before its already broken through ownership of "locus of control"
You can still "dream on" about lovemaking with me
but it is him that will always be the one that I desire
In my thoughts he is there sharing feelings simotaneously with me and my heart and soul
cause remember I declaired that before
that my energies or thoughts are with him
he wanted me to have a clear shot of him
to place deep within my developed third eye.
we are connected unlike you and I who only will connect through the phone or cable somehow.
From this point foward I put you in the backward place that you do belong which is in 1993. bye.
Must what you say
and say what you must
always be in an impleasant way.
you think through your tongue
and vicious it so becomes
but how does that help you
become a better human today?
if you tell me that it does
then you are more confused
from what I thought.
its okay to voice what needs to be said
and the key is at the lower end of above
but instead your mind and eyes are too fixed
one dwelling on the flat side
of any battery that you hold
making it difficult to see the bump
if only you could be the one to triumph.
are you proud of anything---anything at all?
even if it comes from our world of material
hey paint that in your city of murals and dreams
target the real issues
of how societies have got here
and why we are who we are
as a society to be so greedy
towards nature in order to survive.
maybe your're right that it'll never be stopped
so according to you, my love for nature can also stop?
you need some balance and I want some peace
thank someone(s) for christmas
as no one will think I'm a freak
when as the holidays draw near
I will be giving thanks for life
to who I think is my creator(s) and my sustainors
and praying for positive peace through the bump on my battery.
I ain't doing it
you are not him
wish you were thou
that way I would
wish you could meet
you would like him
that I am sure of
He was special in his own way
to look at him was to see love
his eyes were made of something
you rarely get to see everyday.
There was passion in that human
similar to that of my own desires
to imagine us together was real
In my arms, him, I was able to feel
the afterwarmth of sincere care and love
My breath each time he did take away
He moved with style and with grace
that could of been her name I'm not sure
In any case, my breath he stole without kissing my face.
I love him for that and always will
made up my mind that he'd be the one
His eyes told me everything about our son
he maintained his face over and over
he was even consistent with his composure
I studied his face when a chance to glimps
he was the impression and my mind made a copy
I placed him in my mind and in my heart
and from that day forward he became my hobby.
Is that love or me escaping my own reality
the one where I already have a life begun
that one is six, your seven, and he's two.
Don't Matter Does it, cause it's him not you.
sweet
- Tuesday, March 13, 2001 at 22:57:54 (PST)
internet romance so much easier
than walking out that door
in the real world
filled with real heartbreak
no i'll stay inside
where its safer
where i can hide
hiding behind the computor screen
typing smiley faces and kisses
to a girl i don't even know
and she doesn't know me
makes it so much easier
why do i even bother
with going out into the world
when its all here
right here
in this screen
who needs sex
with millions of porn sites
who needs romance
with online personnals
need to talk to someone
chat is where you go
its just easier
than a broken heart
K-DOG
- Tuesday, March 13, 2001 at 21:51:39 (PST)
sweet<........hasnt been here in a while {{{{{{Travis}}}}}}} please refresh this room with your thoughts as you are the only one i really do understand in here and it is through your words besides my own that I find some peace of mind.
Craig....its time for a crop..?
sweet
- Tuesday, March 13, 2001 at 21:06:45 (PST)
do you even realize?
my suffering has no purpose
at least from what i can tell
time brought you to me and
time took you away from me
now i live inside this box
only to echo these words of loss
empty is this place called hell
sufficating on memories of you
never knowing if youll know them too
orange flames are all i can see
this is certainly no place for me
here i am and somewhere you are
in an instant the tables could turn
not ever again to be in the same time and space
going going gone your picture they burn....
sweet:~(
- Tuesday, March 13, 2001 at 20:36:34 (PST)
Balance
To believe in yourself,
is something that one must do,
in order to achieve a balance
so that dreaming can come true.
I wish for others to accept
the happiness so many have found from
within. There would be no need to intercept
as they are living their life - so your
life could essentially begin.
If recognition is what they really seek,
then at last we meet, my approval is given,
so be gone now that you have got what you need.
Not too many are interested
in just what you know;
For actions are the strings
that govern the whole show.
If one is content with
what one has come to know
then so mote it be, and
let others go with their flow
Democracy
They push and they pull
to have their own way.
They are becoming obvious,
they won't take a subtle hint,
warning them that our friendship
would end up this way.
Happiness is one of
the ultimate truths.
It comes from within and goes
without. Therefore, I don't
need to join - as I've
already figured this out.
Instead, what I thought I might
do, if you really must know -
is set an example - for
the audience of this show.
Freedom and justice are a Libra's
claim, and to this they
must stay true - they
cannot be corrupted in
reaching their aim.
The hardest idea for them
to understand - is that
my soul is already planted
in the ground, belonging to a
garden that is rich in creativity,
grown by a love in which
I found - from within.
Yet they try and they try
to corrupt this unique path,
using their spiritual corruption
as their main task.
Joining forces is not what
this poem contends; Merely,
just being happy for one another
will usually cultivate friends.
Many seek comfort in the
known, and that is alright
so the same should be for
an Indian gypsy balancing
her individual peace, hoping
that others will see their own light.
For that is a moment
truly of its own kind. The
truth sets in to help
you find. Balance can be yours,
if you choose to believe that each
is an individual - so mote it be
sweet :~)
- Tuesday, March 13, 2001 at 20:14:58 (PST)
my soul is housing emotions
that i just cannot explain
the fear of losing us and u
even though i dont have you
is really driving me insane
i see me deep in your eyes
and i feel you in my heart
i knew i loved you from the start ;~)
sweet :~)
- Tuesday, March 13, 2001 at 19:20:35 (PST)
and only the empty arms of the daughters of poseiden cradle his
broken wings
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 13, 2001 at 18:04:48 (PST)
"Nothing About Work"
Find
note book with nothing in it
Disolve
delete all email accounts
shuffle
move boxes
prevention
remove rock
heal
time
respect
lie to the others some more
hide
put bench away
All of the above
repair if needed
peace
start war with yourself and others
concern
continue with list
priority
nothing you would expect
shove it up your ass
- Tuesday, March 13, 2001 at 11:25:12 (PST)
Goodbye
shwing goes the elvis christ budda contender
white meat white meat
we all fall down
raw turkey breast says
chicken/corn dog sandwich
raw rotten gravy
you drive me crazy
milk me with your throat
why pray to fruit flies
or offer them to
the tax free
snake handling minsters
buying sex selling slaves
soidering resistors
swallowing
metal tasting spit
inhaling
cat shit in the floor
pinko postal puppet strings
could'nt put humpty dumpty back on the radio again
strands of hair decorating
the soiled stained officially decorated hero you love most
Anonymous uck duck duck goose
- Monday, March 12, 2001 at 15:18:56 (PST)
hey, don't you DARE shake off that dust
cause I need it
since you could never be the mountain
(and I could never settle for your many flights or flares..there's never even been ONE rock of solidarity in you)
Eve
- Monday, March 12, 2001 at 13:22:46 (PST)
"Porn"
Anonymous
- Monday, March 12, 2001 at 09:05:51 (PST)
I KNOW
lying to make myself feel better
breaking a heart half a world away
just so i don't have to hear the excuses
so i don't have to hear the lies
when she decides
she no longer wants me
i know it will happen
always done
why do i always have to be the one
to spend the endless nights
tears on the pillow
staring at the ceiling
dreams filled with images
of days long before
not this time
this time its my turn
to say we can be friends
its my turn to say
no its not you its me
its my turn to be the asshole
i deserve it don't i
she'd just get rid of me later
she'd blow me off like all the rest
i'm just looking ahead
taking a chance
K-DOG
- Sunday, March 11, 2001 at 22:46:23 (PST)
how long can a man go
without feeling the touch of a lover
the touch of a girl
i can see here now
hair flowing in the wind
a smile that melts hearts
eyes that glow in the night
i can't remember what love feels like
to wake in the morning and not be alone
to know someone will be there
if everything goes wrong
that someone cares
if tomorrow i am gone
i see her in my dreams
and wonder where she can be
did i pass her already
miss the chance
that seems to be the easiest answer
that i should just give up
that fate has failed me'
and left me alone
how long can a man go without
the warming touch of another
before the mind begins to go
much more than a want
a basic human need
K-DOG
- Sunday, March 11, 2001 at 22:40:42 (PST)
"..You keep your distance via the system of touch, and gentle persuasion
I'm lost in admiration COULD I NEED YOU THIS MUCH?
oh you're wasting my time
you're just, just, just wasting time
Something happens and I'm head over heels,
I never find out, 'till I'm head over heels
something happens and I'm head over heels
don't take my heart
don't break my heart
don't, don't, don't throw it away.."
Tears for Fears
- Sunday, March 11, 2001 at 11:45:21 (PST)
here I am...
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 10, 2001 at 13:37:41 (PST)
she said she would never leave me and sure she lied she lied right to my face but that doesn't matter because i love her and she loves me you see, she really does and she'll be back, i know it, she has to come back ... my friends say she played me, say she never really loved me, but she did
kdog
- Friday, March 09, 2001 at 23:05:09 (PST)
He He Hee
Anonymous
- Friday, March 09, 2001 at 19:47:17 (PST)
Ha HA haaahah haa HAA
Anonymous
- Friday, March 09, 2001 at 06:30:40 (PST)
..and he promises to be "mine forever" when he can't even give me one day of the year in his recollection..
amazing.
so truly fitting of your character
Thanks a bunch
it's been 5 too many years, I'm afraid
(screw HIS birthday presents..)
Eve
- Tuesday, March 06, 2001 at 17:43:25 (PST)
In the full moon tonight
I willl walk the street of night
will you lock your windows and doors
i could seduce you to open them for me
give yourself over to me and bow down
i am the gamemasterand the goddess of conners
and will have your soul on a platter
in the full moon of tonight
cloak pullled over my face
you will never know me
i am Lady Evil
Lessa Rose- Please respnd to this poem, critisize
- Tuesday, March 06, 2001 at 10:33:28 (PST)
HA HA HA HA HA HA H A HAAAAAAHA HA HAAAAH AHAHHAAAAAAHA
HUE!
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 06, 2001 at 07:24:56 (PST)
im sorry
Anonymous
- Tuesday, March 06, 2001 at 03:58:42 (PST)
either do honey, or don't keep me waiting for so long now is the time to go forever
Anonymous
- Monday, March 05, 2001 at 23:15:20 (PST)
death to all dads
lazy dads who don't pay !!!!!!!
death to all dads
lazy dads who don't play!!
death to all dads
lazy dads who don't say!!!!
death to all dads!!
melissa
- Monday, March 05, 2001 at 13:06:59 (PST)
Move to the sound
of our hearts beating as 1
Dance to the music of our love
My dear love, i care for u so,
y do you tourture me and leave me alone
stories you tell me of things you do without me
rhymes you say of things you did today,
what is our song
what do you say
when you are without me
does your day get darker
do you miss me like i miss you
Lessa Rose
- Friday, March 02, 2001 at 09:58:54 (PST)
Satan?Is it that time of the month honey?
Anonymous
- Friday, March 02, 2001 at 08:18:33 (PST)
http://www.pathetic.org is a legitimate website where you can post your poetry... i wasnt using it as an insult towards anyone here at pandora's box...
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 01, 2001 at 19:54:15 (PST)
naw, Satan man, hes a gentleman. He don't wear the panties, man. Thats Michael's little secret, man.
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 01, 2001 at 18:11:27 (PST)
Satan, Satan, Satan,
Your not really bad looking, for your age,
but you really need help with your make up,Honey!
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 28, 2001 at 10:52:00 (PST)
Nope, you failed.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 27, 2001 at 16:16:13 (PST)
whoa,Satan,you got a run in your pantyhose babe!
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 27, 2001 at 12:47:17 (PST)
hey god--
were you aware your son failed?
but i hope you knew that.
Anonymous
- Monday, February 26, 2001 at 16:13:55 (PST)
break it up ladies,wait until the bell rings
Anonymous
- Monday, February 26, 2001 at 12:31:16 (PST)
should've stopped way long ago
and that is no way to make a coconut pudding
or wear red patent leather latigos
they inform me
she's three purple thumbs
hairline fracture
and just walked it off
nothing's better, really
nothing really is better when the key's still stuck on the kite
three seconds till electrocution
I can't wait till your dissapearance
hook away
*** not a good accompaniment or compliment to bisuits, cookies, and/or crackers***
Eve
- Monday, February 26, 2001 at 09:33:01 (PST)
should've stopped way long ago
and that is no way to make a coconut pudding
or wear red patent leather latigos
they inform me
she's three purple thumbs
hairline fracture
and just walked it off
nothing's better, really
nothing really is better when the key's still stuck on the kite
three seconds till electrocution
I can't wait till your dissapearance
hook away
*** not a good accompaniment or compliment to bisuits, cookies, and/or crackers***
Eve
- Monday, February 26, 2001 at 09:30:57 (PST)
You are may favorite cup
Of full body pleasure
Decaf
Tenaciously surrounding my soul
I linger in your existance
Swimming to the rim of you
I float in your foam of ecstacy
Ingrid Rivera-Dessuit
- Monday, February 26, 2001 at 08:39:54 (PST)
skippy skip skip
peter panny kissed his fanny
jumped ship
jumped croc
jumped hook
aged twice
skip skippy skip
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 25, 2001 at 10:13:06 (PST)
Robbin I love you in the worst possible ways
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 25, 2001 at 05:18:37 (PST)
so-called-poets are off kilter in the worst possible manner
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 24, 2001 at 21:40:10 (PST)
gather barflies to the oven door
sing songs to the tiles and the oven mits
burning bread perfume your shoes
the rug.
the river cuts a course through the french doors
past the oatmeal down the hall
we wind curtains to make thread.
iscariot
- Friday, February 23, 2001 at 21:36:36 (PST)
http://www.soareyou.org
Anonymous
- Thursday, February 22, 2001 at 11:23:30 (PST)
"The Clintons want to pay the monies back"
AND the next thing I knew
I was buying cat food for the whore
If things keep going the way they are
they really will be eating "Presidents Choice"
brand generic foods.
Anonymous
- Thursday, February 22, 2001 at 05:37:07 (PST)
http://www.pathetic.org
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 21, 2001 at 21:07:41 (PST)
Would God do it again for no reason??
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 21, 2001 at 20:03:01 (PST)
It's a phase perhaps a lucid vision
I'm thankful for the gift
cause I'm living more at any given moment
more life more living
concentrated
perhaps I'm ready to receive a little more now
this is what it's like
to live life over and over
pushed through our coverings
there are things around me trying to get my attention
just because I'm more awake now
just because I know what seeing is
It was that bird in the parkinglot
heraled of things to come
the spirit's in the violins
it comes when you don't try
anything that flies
***beginning of PISCES***
Eve
- Monday, February 19, 2001 at 21:30:53 (PST)
"Where are the Gods"
Battle ship games and radar lies
search and seizure
drunken stupor mothers milk is legalized
Prison penpals and mail order brides
draining support groups tied to rule books
of meaningless words that don't apply
everybodys free to choose and someone will decide
all my love and words
about freedom bieng a lie
all my hope,dreams and feelings
baptised inside sarcasism
out of blood
sold for a glance out the window
bought and tossed aside
refugees dance across the empty ending
owning nothing but garbage
stabbing heels through dirty eyes
never going no where
minute hand openly hides
its not the acid thats bad
media medicine mixtures
of coverage reported
singing one side of the story
its not a ten step plan crying
eleven home abortions drying
you voted for them to decide
thirteen times
sewage paste ice
bath tub speed and the wrong diganoisis
every other time
do you thirst
ugly porno surprise
naked tobacco taste
spit into the sky
buy into the true alibi
make love to the war machine
and feel so alive
you are the answer
burning violins with ten thousand goodbyes
reading letters from political heroes
around the fire
eating nothing
stealing identities betting on confusion
until all of it was over in your mind
still he remembers running with the tapper
and hiding under the spotted flags
hurting forever when the lyrics meant nothing
and the leads burnt in
like shock treatmeant
red was warm
electric was sinful
low on blood but still alive
nothings melting
Travis Ray Cole
- Monday, February 19, 2001 at 19:20:34 (PST)
What if the pictures recorded happened tomorrow
What if the steps towards the fast forward life
Had already been taken
Would that mean me
Would that really include urs truly
Is there really such a thing as remote control
Fumbling to find the record button
Messing up both machine and fingers
Trying to get a hold of what HAD been recorded
Looking over the deleted scenes
Confused by the display
Not understanding why it keeps resetting the counter
Being caught between the comfort and the boredom
I try to understand…
Whats wrong with the freakin vcr ???
Vrahz
- Monday, February 19, 2001 at 08:13:15 (PST)
who the hell knows, or cares
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 18, 2001 at 22:23:35 (PST)
"Maria means heartbreak"
before I waste all my dreams
yesterday is tomorrow
heart beating
clock ticking
mind blending
all a lie I see
wake up to believe
lust slides across me
I more hunger than thirst
for Goddess from the Heavens seas
the only love down to earth
right beside me
there was never a soul I wanted
if mine was only lost then
love will never find me
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 18, 2001 at 03:02:47 (PST)
I'M THINKING YOU HAVE SOME SORT OF MENTAL PROBLEM!
IF NOT MANY.
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 17, 2001 at 12:02:26 (PST)
Bull elephant penis rigor mortis
stiff stiff fucking rigor mortis of the soul
this town never changes
and you can see the lights
the red light transit towers
--city lights. and the
dust and the desert-
--the ocean; theyre opposites you
know, the desert and the ocean.
How'd you like to scuba dive
in the desert? suffocating
suffocation suffocation sublimation;-
rigor mortis of the eyes, the mouth
the ears. choking on the dust
of things you never said.
-"What are you thinking?"
jaded
- Saturday, February 17, 2001 at 09:06:37 (PST)
I guess it is the truth
funny how a word repeats throughout the day
sticks out
and you wonder what the fuck the importance is
what's the purpose of the mumbo jumbo bullshit you keep repeating
right as you wake up to
the early hours of
this next day
tripping to find the bathroom lightswitch
and your daylight's a bitch
yeah,I think it's the truth
I swear I never left
Eve
- Friday, February 16, 2001 at 20:35:49 (PST)
I find it best to stay awake for 72 hours then read it!
Anonymous
- Friday, February 16, 2001 at 18:53:51 (PST)
oh he said he loves me
how do i respond?
im in love with your tragedy?
anonymus
- Friday, February 16, 2001 at 10:53:50 (PST)
"Against the Grain"
Ocean wind tunnels
across veins and memories
melting celtic imaginations
cubism mind kite weapons
generic dream panic
rotting cypress nurses
and joker wizards
dance with choke holds
rumoured incognito speech glitches
Design addicted savage fugitives
respected humming machine chill
raining tribal beauties
bleeding burning reapers
dead roses
scar dragon skulls
Classic demise of tributed love
never feeling lies fade away
snakes wrapped around crosses
through time laughing at money and pain
barb wire chains on heeled whores
out of the grave
Travis Ray Cole
- Friday, February 16, 2001 at 03:40:23 (PST)
"Words without a page to bleed on"
The fog glazed the snow colored moon
as cold as your reflection
as sharp as the broken pieces of mirror
in empty memory laughing at the future
your lips over glossed like wet kisses
speak my name with yours
casting spells whispering lies
love finds you
as your fine black hair lays across mine
as I taste your dream and breathe your words
You abandon me
CopyrightTRAVISRAYCOLE(C)2001
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net
Anonymous
- Friday, February 16, 2001 at 00:54:57 (PST)
The fog glazed the snow colored moon
as cold as your reflection
as sharp as the broken pieces of mirror
in empty memory laughing at the future
your lips over glossed like wet kisses
speak my name with yours
casting spells whispering lies
love finds you
as your fine black hair lays across mine
as I taste your dream and breathe your words
Anonymous
- Friday, February 16, 2001 at 00:48:23 (PST)
i remember erica
and the smile she gave
her laugh in the night
in the darkness
when i couldn't see
but i could feel
i remember he kiss
like no other
so much behind it
does she remember
wherever she may be
does she remember the night we met
does she remember me
tattered picture in my wallet
all i have left
the touch of her lips
gone from mine
but not in my dreams
not in my sleep
there we dance
there she laughs
there she smiles
i do remember erica
she was like no other
tattered picture
and a dream
all that remain
KEN
- Thursday, February 15, 2001 at 21:45:06 (PST)
YOU...
The only one
That brings me to my knees
YOU...
The only one
That my heart sees
YOU...
The only one
That I want to please
YOU...
The only one
ALWAYS
- Thursday, February 15, 2001 at 15:01:21 (PST)
fine if thats the way you want it
you can accuse me of all the cold finality I deserve
"for just a minute, there I was dreaming, for just a minute, it was oh so real, for just a mintue, she (he) was standing there, with me"
and what did i expect? sometimes I am the best prophet
and what did i think would become?
and what did i think? what did you think? what we thought?...forever is forever not mine
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 14, 2001 at 23:21:18 (PST)
thats the love bug for ya
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 14, 2001 at 16:10:42 (PST)
False Truth
¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯
Love, like a river is flowing.
Through times of storm it overflows,
violently thrashing your heart.
Yet at the same time it gently caresses
and holds you in it's sweet loving arms.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder,
but all it does
is tear at the gentle tissues of your soul.
For an eternity you have been cast aside,
passed up in spite of your deep love.
That smile, the sweetest smile,
just an illusion,
a mirage in a desert of harse reality.
Deception,
Those little hints, leading you along the wrong path.
An ocean of tears lie in front of you.
The ocean, growing deeper with every passing day,
until eventually it becomes so deep
you cannot cross it
to reach the love you dearly long for
on the other side.
But however hard, however long you try,
this love evades your every step,
and then vanishes before your very eyes.
ryuuhi
- Wednesday, February 14, 2001 at 14:51:23 (PST)
a fart in court
Dont you happy Valentines me
why dont you go back to www.crackwhore.com
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 14, 2001 at 09:28:32 (PST)
I see why you don't love me
I seen maybe you do
its the distance between our kisses
thats no way to hold onto
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 14, 2001 at 03:50:48 (PST)
"Trouble"
Cigarettes and aftershave
mother is a whore
police protection
and a colliage of maintaince men daddies
I've been in love before
beautiful spanish girls
shotgun blast across our project
freedom means hang drop from the third floor
and ugly women that don't want to live nomore
crying over pictures of elvis on the television
my undercover angel brown eyed cobra
I could run faster than skate
maze of drains
the river was an episoide away from danger
I would have loved myself
and life meant acting
stealing meant living
scenes erased
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 14, 2001 at 02:53:52 (PST)
Is that you, Mr. Brunch?
Eve
- Tuesday, February 13, 2001 at 20:16:01 (PST)
the toaster popped up
like rats in the kitchen
now I could'nt care less
yesterday meant
searching the pop aisle for pop tarts
only to find the high heeled girl
pushing a full cart
A PHD a Mercedes that he doesnt own
lease
mail order brides
mace and the mail man
draw the line
cut the key
cut your teeth
poorly
only the ghetto shakes thier babies
dead suddenly
thats some syndrome
with education
the ice turned to mud
like radio in the rain
A skinny whore ran to give me ten dollars
just like her cat wanted to run away
I spent it on lottery tickets and never won.
there never was any value placed on anything
or we would have never gave it all away
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 13, 2001 at 14:32:25 (PST)
exhaleant poetry eve
you is my sunshine
my only moonshine
you are my angel shorty
closer dan my peeps
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 13, 2001 at 01:22:08 (PST)
What was the icing this time?
Absolutely no reason whatsoever
Just to chop it down
run around and start again
43rd day of the year
It's amazing how he leaves just when it gets good
and shoots out some crappy line about being there
fringed and shoddy
elastic wasteband
run up and begin again
like you care if I care if you care
so what the fuck's your hold up,smarty pants
right in the shins from
late-night-joe-volts
and his nut bolts' sugar's screwy
shoulda ate you when I had the chance
bastard breifs
***************************
forgive the unintentional, not-so-approximate rhyme, crappy onomatopoeia, and/or lame assonance..such uses of literary embellishments are of no reason and are rendered completely causeless...thank you
~management
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Eve
- Monday, February 12, 2001 at 22:18:03 (PST)
anyone who had a broken bottle kicked up them could understand pain?
right?
Anonymous
- Monday, February 12, 2001 at 21:44:35 (PST)
outside the rule book
broken bible
laughing round lake girls
all I ever wanted in the world
tie me to the verse
lie to me first
dance in my dreams
and your still everything
I am not who I was
I am gone
your all I see
in the dictionary of love
a lie from them to us
rewinding yesterday
I'll be your loser
would you follow a user
bite into the seed
until theres something to believe
Anonymous
- Monday, February 12, 2001 at 01:57:22 (PST)
they are right, you know. where's the soul of the artist?
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 11, 2001 at 15:59:26 (PST)
"I'm praying for Brown dye"
I agreed to a blond date
and this one with a red and white stick shows up and beats me in the legs and knees with it
so I took her to dude wheres my car
because thats what she wanted to see
and she liked it
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 11, 2001 at 13:37:10 (PST)
"Higher Power"
I asked Grandma to pray for you to stop
wiping your ass on the white towels
she seem not to worried
there is white toilet paper right under the white towels
if it has to be "WHITE"
Why can't you use the brown towels
Sunday
the holy day
and you still shit on the towels
I will email the pope in time for something to be done about this
Oh lord please help us
stop them from wiping thier asses on the white towels
May god hear this message
let us join together as poets and pray to our
own gods now
bow your heads
may the Gods please provide a stopper
a handy wipe
some end to this
I will go to R etard Mart
and ask them to help
do you's got any shit colored towels?
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 11, 2001 at 07:04:38 (PST)
maybe the poetry sucks so much because your
the one who leaves your pubic hair stuck to the soap
oh thats nice you slob
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 11, 2001 at 00:37:43 (PST)
and the comments too
Anonymous
- Saturday, February 10, 2001 at 07:32:38 (PST)
geezuz fucking christ the poetry has really sucked lately
Anonymous
- Friday, February 09, 2001 at 21:10:13 (PST)
she is the space shuttle
model on the runway
dancing with satan in a trance
angels angels lie to me
reply in general would have to be
everybodys nothing generic pictures of sundown
fixed to decieve
I buy in the dark the third watch up your sleeve
only to gasp down your sewer hole
baptising me at last
with whatever you mean to me
your submission plea
was much better than
the dirriea you called your art
likeness to poetry
I have nothing
to die or sleep
nothing to lie for
angels angels
watch over me
its nothing
and thats what I believe in
the spilling of coffee
is all that warms me
my soul knows its an ocean
that drains the energy
while you lie to me
saying you care
making love to the po lease
Anonymous
- Friday, February 09, 2001 at 13:15:41 (PST)
I smell your cat box
and pick your pubic hairs off the soap
dream in your filth
and nothing I ever do is good enough
I wash my hands of it and still
can not get clean
you steal my roses
cover them with super glue
so it looks like drops of rain
If I really cared
or the world was'nt about pain
here in the dark
I can't see you crying
Anonymous
- Friday, February 09, 2001 at 09:43:33 (PST)
*strikeout king*
he hits me with his lips
and i succomb
ah-non-ih-mus
- Thursday, February 08, 2001 at 16:00:30 (PST)
"Barbie Guitar Sauce"
Barbie don't play a Guitar!
She just holds it.
Anonymous
- Thursday, February 08, 2001 at 12:16:34 (PST)
she wore shoulder pads
so she would'nt look round
and we was'nt even watching football
Anonymous
- Thursday, February 08, 2001 at 12:12:31 (PST)
her signature would be
leaving a cigarette butt in the toilet
and never flushing it.....
Anonymous
- Thursday, February 08, 2001 at 08:27:24 (PST)
her stupid cackling
giggles
closure to a lie
her mouth only open sores
her skin was that of a snails landing gear
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 07, 2001 at 22:54:36 (PST)
Her skin was that of a snails landing gear
her mouth only open sores
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 07, 2001 at 22:40:50 (PST)
"There's nothing left to lose, there's nothing left to fly
There is nothing in the world, that can change my mind
THERE IS NOTHING ELSE
THERE IS NOTHING ELSE...."
~Lifehouse
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 07, 2001 at 20:56:06 (PST)
There is no feeling than that of going down on a married man that loves not his wife any more
makes me feel a little wanted
even if he don't want me
but I don't care
cause he has nice lips
and he knows how to use them
Perhaps it's the thrill of voyeurism
- Wednesday, February 07, 2001 at 19:36:17 (PST)
try a lil delay
sometimes
its wondering and new
and possible, too
my cyniyal self is too scared
to proof how nice she is, indeed
too weird to be
i kick you while cryin
i see my true love
flyin
you cannot petition my love with YEAH
jamie, the goddess
- Wednesday, February 07, 2001 at 10:33:35 (PST)
Yes gonna light that big ass joint & jump the 8Ppl team. We are gonna stack our auras in Hell & Zeal our way through the night. AH thank God for Weed and DiabloII.
Zak
- Wednesday, February 07, 2001 at 07:11:11 (PST)
her skin was that of a snails landing craft
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 07, 2001 at 02:06:26 (PST)
I would say guru is the luckiest man
he won the lottery got his income tax
and his pay check all on the same day
there are rumours circulating that he just might move to the other side of the trailer park
then again last week they was saying he done his own breast exams with grilled onions,
so who really knows?
satan would'nt open the door yesterday
I think he was having a private rave
with his sister again
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 07, 2001 at 02:03:58 (PST)
do you know?
when there are worse fates than ending up in a dumpster
still you need to look shocked
your mother would cry
not any mother
because she'll be one, maybe someday
she never knew that you didn't end up in the dumpster
but she didn't forget you
maybe you smile in her mind,
maybe you make her laugh in her mind,
maybe she'll end up in the dumpster.
Anonymous
- Wednesday, February 07, 2001 at 00:05:49 (PST)
Travis Ray Cole
"Medical Adhesives"
As the doctor scratched and scratched
the loser tickets,I thought to myself
"It's tough being a doctor these days"
"EXCUSE ME......"
Is it o.k. if exxon dumps oil
here for the next ten years?"
Request for documents denied
Planned oil spills
to burn or not to burn
pounding storms help cleanse
oil spill boosts economy.
"Things Jilla thinks when she Urinates"
We may have slept with
Jack Ginsberg before he was nobody
before he was nobody
can the hearing impaired have voices
in thier heads?
mine have a narrator
It is so sweet my new stalker is writing to me
under ten different names
sending me pages and pages of love poetry
which I delete unread and tell her
it was very good.
mirroring the mirror of film
Grandma and Mom always buy me the ugliest prostitutes
Your not Steven Spielberg
Mark Twain the new Kauraocs
less vauge {more accessible}
and surreal like we like it
we don't need your guilt pain
we dont need your guilt pain
bieng published dictionary?
Does that include making hundreds
of copies and littering
I mean satuaerating the
intersection of milwakee and damien?
I won a small garlic press,that means what?
I won a small garlic press.
"The Ballad of Bob and Emmy"
While her plumbing was up to code
it was the code of that country that carries
buckets of water on their heads.
that would have to be enough.
they would make it.
although the times were not that of Bonnie and clyde
He bought my canoe.then smashed his guitar on his keyboard.
Whenever the bird got out
it would shit all over the paintings grandma passed
around claiming the art teacher only helped her create.
hoping to keep the used water bed with fungus growing inside pretending that ele
phants dont throw their own
shit on sunny afternoons at the zoo.
she liked chicken but I took her to white castle in the
blizzard on the way home before passing the oasis
she was good but who isnt?
in the drive thru,the man gave her a free drink for waiting
and then she lied some more.When I got home I made sure
the door was locked so they would'nt steal the canned goods.
"Only After"
I kiss Robbin good morning
and she bitches
"You should'nt do that"
her breath like mace
I pull the curtain in the shower
and pull the handle to vote for her,
even though I have already
sold my vote five times
to a nice little old lady
who just so happened to be an election judge,
but promised to only use the votes on sundays at the social
service workers againt bingo players protest kegger.
I mix a big box of dried powdered milk
with rusty lead wastewater fresh out of the tap
{some of that is bait}
and then I stir it into
a big bowl of Exxon brand breakfast cereal
with little firestone tire floaties
{thats what the Astronauts eat in space}
I dig inside looking for the prize
and cut out the invalid priceline coupons for gasoline
off the side of the box
only after I drew a path through the maze
of oil slicks and I look for the hidden words on the back of the box heres
money,theres war,death,
and heres stockpile,and theres one sided news coverage.
Next I read the paper
none of my exwives have died or won the lottery
but heres something in the classifieds to dream about
the ad reads FOR SALE....
a mint condition Illinois Deptment of Public Aid
1993 issue Food Stamp
$7000,serious inquires only.
Travis Ray Cole
"College"
Sure ,I tell her on the ferris wheel
why forget arizonia
its berklee or new york
you know I lived across the street from
Mark Twains house when I was three?
in 5 or 6 years
I'll help you pay for it
if the government don't
why,I'll leave alesha or Gina
and the 3 or 4 retarded crack babies
me and gina have
and move out there with you
I'll get a job at taco bell or as a landscaper
don't worry little honey
"Smil@"
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 sightless daydreams
Travis Ray Cole
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 06, 2001 at 23:57:46 (PST)
"Projected vomit"
I opened her pandoras box
and inside it said I was a loser
like any box of cereal you open today
there was no free gift
only generic everyday expectations
taking the fantasy out of life
so a twelve pack later
I was enjoying her wrinkled strech marks
from here to the solor system
some other smuck promised her
vericose veins and nurses shoes
winter was six seasons away
(like a flower)
the fork lift that was to lift her off of me
had a flat
and love would soon expire
I prey I am somewhere else
I move my mind away from my body
the painful cuddleing is killing something
if not me I am seeing spots
and am dizzy
she slaps her lop sided beauty
across my face
thank something society sayes it is taboo
because the pure nakedness is hurting my mind
I close my eyes
and my face does a curly squint I slap my head
and wish I was blind
I want to somehow get from underneath her
I want to kill something
if only the word love
I picture robbins high cheek bones
as I look at her triple chin
and I imagine Robbin wraping her legs around me as I lift her from the counter
and carry her to a more countfortable place
Only to open my eyes to the bed breaking
and falling six more inches on one side
I think of marias dark eyes
as I brush doritos off
this image of loves third roll of wrinkled flesh
and wonder how she cheated on me
how could this be
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 06, 2001 at 21:30:45 (PST)
his hands were like ice
and the god of wine
ah-non-ih-muss
- Tuesday, February 06, 2001 at 21:21:34 (PST)
"The Air I breathe"
She was like spring time
with her saggy tits and big ass
and triple chin
How reminencent of the way Bob meet Debbie
pulling up along side her at a snow bank
he popped the question
"Are you a Crack Whore"?
Thats nit picking she replied
snow bank whole sale
I still don't see why they let her out
she covers the bottom of the trees with bread like some sort of food group landscaper.
we prey to god the food pantry will give her another garbage bag full tomorrow
how she works her way around the trees like
a ludicrous minute hand.
"Alright which one of you shit in the tub?"
was the question of the week
as the paintings dried the smell of art was
not that of roses and money spotted with feces
could still hold its value
it has been proven
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 06, 2001 at 06:39:54 (PST)
"Cock Suckers Birthday"
I'm moving into the witness relocation condos
I did'nt want to live in thier drafty lofts
its a lot like crack housing at the monkey farm
only nicer and we can have pets
not a house full of cats
just a couple pets
after I seen the accident the biendeto lahadas wanted me to buy thier drugsb and set me up even more
they filmed me thru the hidden camaras in the (crack mobile)survailance unit
the bad news is your fifteen year old is impregenated
the good news is its going to be a mulotto.
mom spent all the inhereintce monies on crack too.
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 04, 2001 at 22:08:43 (PST)
talk dirty
throw on your hooves,fur and horns
and just pull it out
do me like there's no tomorrow
I'm so in love with Pan
- Friday, February 02, 2001 at 20:27:10 (PST)
like a hundred blondes before her
she slides right thru my mind
I can't keep or own her
even if I cared whats wrong or right
a million kisses ignored her
missing what was never mine
just like I tried to know her
on me she wasted all her time
dreams or vision thoughts on trial
I still might keep her
away from denial
in the back of my mind
hundred times alone
blocks of alleys cleanse my mind
no one holds on to me
rotting love opens my eyes
I could have
I wanted robbin
echos
in ribbons
and nibbles on her ear
I still waste my love on yesterday
as I listen
theres nothing here
lying about fears
face the misery
she could never care
do we ever care
about anything
I would die to hold her
thats the truth
love is gross
leave me out in nowhere
your hear | 