A series of poems…
(published in Travis Ray Cole’s original text)
"WINGED PHILOSOPHY"
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 I’ve 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
"The Non-Art of Angel’s Wings"
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
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 veil slides across the crossroads no devil to take my name