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 takesthe 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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"The Parody Talk Show"
The security moved the puppet people
around the stage
the truth was lies
the laughter was sad
and the pre-acted motion
turned into bad lines
to be drawn
into the piit of lions
teeth in the airwaves
the security moved the puppet people around
in violation accopioned by many brand names
Travis Ray Cole
"Polution"
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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"Dear Sir"
by
Travis Ray Cole
Dear Sir,
Please Do Not Submit Your Raw Works,
Polished Material Is More Accepable.
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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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Intersections painted
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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"Live in a F250,day number 83"
by
Travis Ray Cole
I am so cheap.....
my kids have to pretend they are stealing the tip of the table when we go out to
eat
just so I dont look bad in front of the waitress.
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"Rent-a-tard"
by
Travis Ray Cole
Checking I.D.'S at the booth in the monkey farm
where the crack welfare bought flows into the hallways
where the hungry breed
they reproduce in the hallways
like it was a kiss
like no one would notice
in the light at the top of the stairs
and no one has the money to move away from there
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"Yellow Cadillac"
by
Travis Ray Cole
hes got so much money
he dont even know what kind of cadilliac he drives
2
gots a cadilliac and cant even drive it.....
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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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"Poplar"
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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"Painting the Crossroads"
by
Travis Ray Cole
Intersections painted
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.
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
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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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"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 bllled sorrow out thier eyes
a laeders 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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"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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"Something's Got to Give"
by
Travis Ray Cole
Let your hand lead us in a dream
let your hand unfold
let down the cards your holding
the force you've built up
now I won't ask for help or be here when you call
I won't leave with what I wanted
I'll be lucky to leave at all
but with fate the way you called it
I have got to go
now with nothing left worth losing
the chips are going to fall
let the wind talk to me in a dream
and I'll still remember her
like magic,I'll still remember it all
maybe someday we'll laugh about it
somedays never come
a chance to give what we get
the way its set up someones got to fall
now I won't ask for help or be here when you call
I won't leave with what I wanted
I'll be lucky to leave at all
but with fate the way you called it
I have got to go
now with nothing left worth losing
the chips are going to fall
let the wind call us closer
let the songs whisper go
as the night air remembers
theres no memories that tomorrow holds
somethings got to give
it's an end to it all
I know this is all there is
is there anything left at all
I know somethings got to give
out of greed
you can't have it all
somehow mark the end
freedom has just called
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"Maria"
by
Travis Ray Cole
Your to pretty to work at the factory
your to pretty to work at the factory
your to pretty to work at the factory
your beautiful like a dream
Your to pretty to work at the factory
your to pretty to work at the factory
your to pretty to work at the factory
come on run away with me
Your to pretty to work at the factory
your to pretty to work at the factory
your to pretty to work at the factory
your beautiful like a dream
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"We Love It"
by
Travis Ray Cole
Are you going to die for us?
are you going to die for us?
belive the lies
are you going to die for us
I dont know how to say goodbye
to someone I don't know
what bizness is it of mine
if you pick this way to go
Ill kiss your girl goodbye
while you become a hero in this
game of chess
and we got nothing else
no theres nothing left
here in hell
who knows whos next
are you going to fight for us
so we can prey for peace
look all those kids in the eye
and tell me what you believe in
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"Machine"
by
Travis Ray Cole
You try to ram it down their throats
they puke it back up and choke
the stench is in the air
to you people are animals
you don't care
a dollar is god to you
lives mean nothing not cool
and so you fit right in
war machines need a freind.
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"Try"
by
Travis Ray Cole
I was going to try
but I can't make it
I can't take the hell in
I was going to try to last
right until I was gone
I was going to try to make it
right up until the end
I will never have anything real except the songs
I was going to try to make it
and be everything from the road
I'm afraid I can't
theres no mistaken
theres nothing right
theres nothing wrong
I can't deny the reason
that I've lasted this long
if I try to explain it
about where I really belong
and if I try to think about it
where I've been way to long
if I search inside and discover
theres nothing left for no one
I was going to try to make it
I've lasted all this long
theres no one else could take it
and now I feel done wrong
well,I tried and tried to change it
for the better I'm afraid it won't
I wanted to believe I could save it
more than somethings gone wrong
I don't care about the blame
I'll take it
it don't matter now
I'm gone
...............
I was going to try
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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
In between us there is daylight
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?
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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"Medical Adhesives"
by
Travis Ray Cole
As the doctor scratched and scratched
the loser tickets,I thought to myself
"It's tough being a doctor these days"
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"The Game People"
by
Travis Ray Cole
As rats are chewing at the dreams
the clouded heavens reject us one more time
we lie to ourselves and recieve unnoticed signals
that we need more than help than lies
as dreams erase memories
and echoed in the darkness
the heat of the morning replenishes the night
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"Run Out"
by
Travis Ray Cole
Runout it's time to die
warning light
just wont just wont
run out of something inside
empty full of lies
you expected it
I wonder why
run out of the last time
try to leave with no goodbyes
run with memories
a hole in your heart
a script torn apart
a level unmeasured
full of emptyness
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"Down That Road"
by
Travis Ray Cole
I got no ties to hold me
I could leave now and not look back
I got no chains to hold me down
no heartbreak,no contract
theres no such thing as freedom
it's something you can't have
when I'm gone noone to miss me
or call me back
no one to kiss goodbye
no wieght to carry
minds aerodynamic
theres no such thing as freedom
it's something that you can't have
I'm down that road
theres nowhere I belong
the wind is my home
all the memories gone
I cant get it back
I'm alone you can't change it
theres no such thing as freedom
its something you can't have
you'll never get away from it all
it wont go away
it's as simple as that
I got no reason to stay around here
no obligations
no dreams to have
no arms around me
no one to hold me or watch my back
theres no such thing as freedom
its something you cant have
I;ve got no rings to bind me
no one owns me
I'm free of that
no bars to cage me
like a train with no tracks
Thres no such thing as freedom
its something you can't have
I'm down that road
theres nowhere that I belong
the winds the only friend I know
all memories gone
I can't get it back
I'm alone and don't want to change it
it's something inside calling me to roam
down another road
saying
"Your Gone"
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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
Reason for writing:
When I ran out of tattoo ink
I was inspired to write
or was it the other way around
Birth sign: Virgo
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