by Gary Hawkes
them, you and me
Believe in Love and Peace if nothing else
Don’t leave anything on the shelf
The time for redemption is starting now
Follow the greats in order to learn how
Don’t wait for the plan from the sacred man
Get up and stand up, right now
Ties That Bind
Forgotten time at the end of the space line
Immense distance that tests the body’s resistance
Stream of light testing the imagination and limits of the human mind
Exploring quickly then fading away
Stuck in the dismal past malaise
Energy excites the compact crowd
Anticipating the new one to take a bow
Trekking further into the vast void
Smaller the past comes causing many to become annoyed
Ancient ruins of the high tech digital age
Brings a realization of magnificent rage
They shout: how much further tell the end of the line?
It’s space, it goes forever, infinite, relative to our time
Realizations slow the speed, fragmented by the ties that bind
Lightening
It comes in a wave of nonsense
Filtered through false pretense
Negative, plus, then go again
But one too many sins
Grab hands that extend to give
Break up the routine
With a new meaning
Exciting new direction
To avoid demeaning
Canceled plans made long in advance
No longer controlled by a confused past
Lightning strikes once more in the same spot
This time grab it, and join the chosen lot
Broken Deal
The marching cadence picks up speed
Leaving behind the ones in need
Go all the way even when the feet start to bleed
The end is here, they shout from the mountain
Everyone ignores the words and continues to steal from the fountain
Restless time, tortured side
Leveling the field, breaking the deal
Shortening the life, limited time
Goals change to placate to the crowd
Too many obstacles to maneuver around
Failed adventures stall the desire
Transparent agenda but still get hired
Restless time, tortured side
Leveling the field, breaking the deal
Shortening the life, limited time
What does it all mean?
I was walking down the road thinking to myself
What does it all mean?
Is there any help?
I thought about my past and friends already gone
What does it all mean?
Is there anyone?
Scarred with the constant pains and missed chances, lost love
What does it all mean?
Do I even know love?
Trying to stay on the right course but distracted by the wave of sin
What does it all mean?
Does anybody win?
Finding purpose for myself but becoming lost in the mess
What does it all mean?
Is this just a test?
Writing
Still writing, but now not even sure why
Do some good before fading away into the dark moon lit sky
Tomorrow another chance to seize the opportunity
It can’t get away if I want to be free
What to do for the backup plan
Get a soul sucking job working for The Man
Losing interest in the whole stupid thing
Waiting for the next life, is there anything I should bring?
job
Long lost search for the purpose of my birth
Struggle now to regain control of my own worth
Invite the new direction, no hesitation
Amble on with hopeful satisfaction
Thoughts bounce back to a boy that was attacked
Crazy world that doesn’t make much sense
Sometimes need to make a stand, can’t always sit on the fence
I keep serving my penance
Anxious now for a second chance
The mistake of questioning things and the mistake of needing some time away
Only left everyone in complete dismay
Today though is the day
Get the job, and soon get paid
Seems to be the only thing that matters these days
The cold shoulder continues, no help for the wicked
This phase is now coming to an end
Alone
Can’t stand alone, too much unknown
Processing things the same as before
But now there’s too much to think
Bad vibes giving off an awful stench
Oh well, who cares if we make a wreck?
Use up everything, forget the future
There is no cure
We are who we are, glancing idly at the distant stars
We think we’re alone in the great void
Supreme confidence in everything that is known
Top of the chain, everything beneath us
No need for anything to rescue us
Out of touch in this age of uncertainty
Madness endorsed by the local authority
Consumption uncontrolled
Everyone striving for the pot of gold
Eventually something will give
This generation will have to decide to live
Can’t wait for the ones in power to do the right thing
They’ve been bought and paid for
To them money is the only thing
We think we’re alone in the great void
Supreme confidence in everything that is known
Top of the chain, everything beneath us
No need for anything to rescue us
Hey You
I’ve been looking around the bend
Ready for the next outburst I’ll have to defend
Move on, move up, get on out and get yourself some
Riding high on the beautiful white horse
Done nothing that bad, no need for remorse
Hey you, find your own view
We all live under the same sky so blue
Rocky start to the crazy life
No reason to wait for the 2nd try
Misfits at the bus stop shuffle along
No worries of the life gone wrong
Tail end of the nonsense chapter
Anyone guess on what comes after
Problem child of no real reason
Speaking up is a show of treason
Hey you, find your own view
We all live under the same sky so blue
Rocky start to the crazy life
No reason to wait for the 2nd try
Jester
Optimism chimes in from back of the room
The turnaround is coming soon
Not falling into the familiar cadence
Of the pessimistic resistance
Charging forward with the goal of freedom
Things will get better
With the playful dance of the Jester
Fell behind in the 1st half of the race
2nd half starts and will need to pick up the pace
Negative splits in the long journey
Positive effort to win the tourney
Stop wasting time, don’t worry
Things will get better
With the playful dance of the Jester
Black Hole
The signal is received meaning it’s time to proceed
Into the depths of nothing there to feel
A dim light dwindles far below
Diminished hope that few will ever know
The tormented chosen that will never show
Slipping silently into the black hole
Navigating slowly the infinite maze
This just being the 1st part of the phase
Hidden the creator is, never revealing its face
The pin prick of Earth vanishes into the enormity of space
Slipping silently into the black hole
Time stretches eternally and there’s no going home
The Past
Pencil me in for a late comeback
Rising again, ready for the upcoming attack
Following the orders secretly given
To press forward when the plot thickens
Anxious time it is to set sail
As the rising debt flashes an evil smile,
It’s hard to avoid the fail
Prolonging the adventures for as long as it will last
The future quietly becomes the past
