*Travis’s spelling is preserved, no changes made. Just read … you’ll find your rhythm, despite the misspelled words. –Val
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 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
***
“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
***
“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
***
“Dear Sir”
Dear Sir,
Please Do Not Submit Your Raw Works,
Polished Material Is More Accepable.
***
“The Angry Customer”
AS THE VOMIT DRIES
PEOPLE ARE CRING
AND REMEMBERING THE LIES.
***
“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.
***
“Live in a F250,day number 83”
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.
***
“Yellow Cadillac”
hes got so much money
he dont even know what kind of cadilliac he drives
2
gots a cadilliac and cant even drive it…..
***
“At the Point”
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
***
“Poplar”
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
***
“Painting the Crossroads”
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
***
“Locked In”
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.
***
“Dying Inside”
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
***
“With You Gone”
Who’s going to rape the population
and bleed 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
***
“We’ll hunt forever”
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
***
“In between us there is daylight”
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.
***
“Medical Adhesives”
As the doctor scratched and scratched
the loser tickets,I thought to myself
“It’s tough being a doctor these days”
***
“The Game People”
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
***
“Speed of Light”
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
***
“Prisoner”
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 wont let go of me
a million answers to one question
saying nows the time to break free
forget what we leave behind
memories on sandy beaches that were never there
look for your name in the credits
pretend that love is fair
locked to yesterday
let the lies be
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
***
Day # 4258=”In the daylight”
By now only jesus has seen the beatles
and only some leads will set us free
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if there is no solo
no one will be alone in that degree
If you don’t find your way home
there wont be no home left to leave
picking up cards off the ground
rip it apart and let it bleed
its all faded and clouded
go on and open so I can see
blues is hard to bleed
=========================
“theres no feeelings that leads me away from here”
dodging holes in the floor of your treasure hunt
looking thru a window of truth
expecting to divide the river of winnings
equaling none
into something that was never there
while the night breathed the sound of motion
a pattern of lights jumped off the concrete maze
as a reminder of the world up there
