Untitled (2010)

I could complain
and you would relate
I could explain
But you would hate
Everything beautiful I have made

Are you an inmate, a convict
Or some other breed
A realist, a faker
Or caught in between
And why should I care
If you don't want to be free

Your hatred is toxic
Its energy has no end
Brain cells and prison cells
We're locked up in them
You ask who I am
I thought you knew
I am everything you could be
If you were just you.

The Devil and a Dusty Road

I stepped onto a dusty road
The night was almost through
If my life were a genre
It would probably be a few

I made people laugh
All of us have cried
And as I walked that road
He pulled over to the side

He said "my name is Nick
Please do get in
I don't know where you're going
But I know where you've been"

"You must be the devil
A demon or a ghost"
"On the contrary," he responded.
"Just a gentleman and a host"

So we made some miles
And had some smiles
Then the dawn was close

So we rode into the silence
He smiles and hummed a tune
"You probably want my soul" I said.
He laughed and said, "It's used"

Then I woke up in my bed
Quite startled and confused
Of course it was morning
Yet I still wore my dusty shoes...

You Let Me Know

By Travis Wolfkill (2014)

You let me know
That I can be me uncompromised
A kindred star
It's an honor to have met you
In this lifetime

It's a wonder I'm not crazy
All the pain I've handled
Although beware
I don't claim to be undamaged

You let me know
That the best pieces of me
Are still unrevealed
You inspire the buried gems
I break the laws of poetry
Trying to define your effect

The saga of life continues
Without you a dream
Without you a hell
I write from my cell
And your photograph winks at me

You let me know
Delicious words heal
I taste you sometimes
Digest you always
You fuck my heartbeat
And subdue my heart strings

You let me know
I do what other men cannot
Because I want to own you
In body. In spirit. In thought

Walk On

By Travis J. Wolfkill (2014)

I try and recall lost manuscripts 

From the hand of one who abandoned bliss

I come to the conclusion that

I'm just a masochist

Ranting of insanity

A man without a family

Suicide, friend of no one

I sent pleas to you

Did you know I wrote them?

I need some amusement

In this life of abusement

Between heartbreak and bullshit

I'm on my last limb

My enemies will hate

Until I'm in my crate

On my way too Hell's gate...

Dawn approaches, prayers are worthless

Life is precious only if you want it

They build prisons for when people say, "Fuck it"

And they build coffins for when people say nothing.

So I continue to write

I still have my inner light

Take my hand and walk on.

Untitled

By Travis Wolfkill (2014)

I feel like a revolutionary
Without a revolution
An equation without a solution

A prison without women
Is living without a future
I'm immersed in a culture of self-abusers

Truth can be found everywhere
Except for the "just-us" system
How just is prison?
Like fish in a stone bowl
You limit their vision
And potential for growth
Around and 'round we go

After a Hard Day's Work

By Travis J. Wolfkill (2014)

I walk through the front door
You pause in your chores
A 1950's style housewife
Is the image you evoke

My sweat is somehow erotic
Your walk is hypnotic
My muse. My savior.
My goddess. My trainer.

Let me do all the things I've described on paper
I don't deserve them
But tell me how to earn them
I will submit to your dominations
By dusk after a hard day's work

Dear Someone,

By Travis Wolfkill (2014)

Dear  Someone,

I am a prisoner
But humanism has inspired me
I wrote in my diary
That while I will never be Ivy League
My DNA enables me
To change my criminal pedigree

Dear Someone,

My cage is draconian
But the fire inside me
Won't stay ignorant
It builds slowly
Fed by the sciences
As censors try to silence the id
I'm from the school of Prometheus

Yours Truly,
A Humanist