I started with nothing
I want nothing
I need nothing
I have nothing
I leave it all behind
there's to much weight to carry
to keep these things with me
I need this, this is mine
I want nothing
I have nothing
I am nothing
nothing is mine
there is to much to keep
I really don't need this museum of mine
I leave it
I start over
yeah its over
and I don't even have or need what was/is mine
I start with nothing
not even a memory I try to forget the time
I start at the end
I start to begin
I start without you this time
I've got to keep going
I can not stay here and rust and rot
while you are doing fine?
I start again
I see no end for me I have to try
you can have what you need or what I don't
that's ok. . . yeah it is fine
I leave these things that slow me down
I've got to far to climb
I would take you with me but you couldn't last
and I don't wanna leave you wherever
I'm not coming back to in this life
I start without you
I am without you
I don't feel it
like its a lie
I. . .
wish you could run with me
I wish you had my seed
I wish I could hold you and make it all right
I WISH
that I could believe
I wish I lived the dream
and never want to die
I want nothing
I need nothing
I have nothing
I leave it all behind
there's to much weight
to carry
to keep these things with me
I need
this is mine
I want nothing
I have nothing
I am nothing
nothing is mine
there is to much to keep
there's no such thing as deep
its just levels you and I
that might be why
I really don't need this museum of mind
Art of Way
The Artist is the art
she moves, she moves me
she speaks and calls my name
she laughs I can smile and dream
I said she's love
reason
I've waited all this time for something
not really knowing until I seen it
at this point there is no season
the beginning
she gives me clubs hearts and diamonds
the spades I dig up on my own
she lets me win until the last moment
and puts me in checkmate again
she spins and tries to get it off the ground
it's up to the wind to choose to take it
I run with her
I run for her
I run to her
she is a gift
she is she I am me
together we listen
to her, I whisper,
don't I tell her my best lines,
and go back and rewrite them?
can I ever really love what is love
am I the only one
I should not say anything about it
its too late
I couldn't wait
just outta the blue
from nowhere
"I love you" ;
across the sound
from now on
would I say the right thing
wouldn't I do anything
and be crazy enough to quit
whatever got in the way
crazy about the reason I have to love
me and you
Demon Seed
I wanna bite the apple, I wanna kill the snake
I wanna skin him alive for heavens sake
I wanna bite the apple, spit out the seed
cause the lord knows I'm the demon seed
in revelations or on page one
when he comes calling the deed is done
I wanna eat the apple, I got the hunger and need
for the taste of Eve the morning brings
I wanna bite the apple, kill the snake
take all the blame, it's not her mistake
Filth
Shes so burnt out on love
I could do anything
she don't think of love
and now her hearts not frozen
she sometimes goes without
and it doesn't get her anything
she wants to end the life that needs a life
to get over living again
she wants to run from the problems
of love that no love is taking
she knows there's no where to go
but she's gotta get outta the rain
she's so burnt out on love
there's no lust in anything
she's not turned on
or in tune to what I am playing
she is thinking of something else
and her minds not on what I'm saying
so I get bored with lust
until you show me something
Poems © 1999 Travis Ray Cole, all rights reserved
