The collection

By Travis Ray Cole
Date: 18 September 2000

The collection

"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 CopyrightTRAVISRAYCOLE2000{C} ======================== "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 CopyrightTRAVISRAYCOLE{C}2000 Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net "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 CopyrightTRAVISRAYCOLE{C}2000 ============================== "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. CopyrightTRAVISRAYCOLE{C}2000 ================================ "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 CopyrightTRAVISRAYCOLE{C}2000 ============================= "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 CopyrightTRAVISRAYCOLE{C}2000 ============================ "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 CopyrightTRAVISRAYCOLE{C}2000 =============================== "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. CopyrightTRAVISRAYCOLE{C}2000 ================================ "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 CopyrightTRAVISRAYCOLE@2000 Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net

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