Aug 21
If Three hundred and sixty degrees is equal to one whole revolution
and we are under three degrees of separation…
that means that we are three degrees to cold
to get people to do what their told.
We gotta bring the heat
and make this revolution complete
cause the break in the O for I
is like a splinter in my eye
as i try to look at the future and he’s grim
smiling back at me from the front of the bus i’m in
thats been going in circles and circles around the tree of life
until we learn from our past the bus will never arrive
Just as history repeats itself
the beat repeats itself
as history repeats itself
untill we learn to play the hand that was dealt
Robert de Gannes June 2006
Aug 21
Promises Broken Promises Kept
So you thought you would get away? How?
But wait! look whose watching Now!
Yeah thats right you shoulda thoughta her
Yeah thats right its your daughter her
eyes now see daddy beating mommy and tears fill her eyes
as her screams play over the many no’s and why daddy why’s
As the jolt of the bus pulling to a stop wakes her up
she gets out to get her first cup
She will never forget the pain her mother went through.
Because of a love thats not true
A lover should never leave you black and blue
Even though its not fair cuz you probably never knew
Dont worry baby girl as she rubs her stomach too
I will never let him lay a hand on me or you.
Robert de Gannes
Aug 21
If i live forever will i still have enough time?
If i live to ninety nine
how many wonders will i see in my time?
If i live to ninety eight
would i have said my sorries too late?
If i live to ninety seven
will i meet my friends in heaven?
If i live to ninety six
will those broken hearts ever be fixed?
If i live to ninety five
will we figure out how to survive?
If i live to ninety four
will i even want to live anymore?
If i live to ninety three
Will it be my seeds that bury me?
If i live to ninety two
Will i have said enough I love you’s?
If i live to ninety one
What will i have been able to done?
If i live untill i die
i just hope i’d have said goodbye
righted my wrongs and said my sorries
even though i’m not in any hurry
See the worst thing in the world is to leave
leave all these people behind to greave
with all these words un-sayed
and all your hearts debts un-payed
Robert de Gannes September 16th 2007