Transparent Reflections

Being 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 microscopic eyes
looking into the lens depicting the weaknes
unmeasured by optic rays uncensored in
psychodellic resinated haze
encompassing the retina
freezing her look into memory

believing that a glance would last forever
and hide until morning the apologetic reasoning
that disappears with the dawn

how could one look for tomorrow
when there's music inside each day
when there's no answer from anything nothing
unsaid endings accumulate
when there's 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 knowledge would be replaced
and run thru their 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 it's raining
should begin to record memory in fantas
a moment chosen
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
overwhelms and evaporates
into an atmosphere clouded by warmth
and echoes back across the morning
taking more than it could
ever replace

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Biography

Travis Ray Cole was born Sept.8th,1963
in Chicago Il. He plays the guitar writes
songs and poetry