Travis Ray Cole 

A series of poems...

 "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 

  "The Game" 

  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