Apologies

Sincere apologies. I have no idea why the formatting of this blog has gone astray. My poety is important to me, but obviously not to google/blogger. My previous poosts all seem to have been turnedd into some type of computer script. I will try and deal with this at some point.

Then All We Are

So bright, then out of reach As though to teach The lesson of transitory Ephemeral, the shortest story Like that second That beckoned Then disappeared, like its gift Almost a secret, as swift So real, then realised Everything is disguised The lesson of metaphorical Divination, imagination of an oracle Like that molecule That passé tool Then waved goodbye, and yield To all we know, the field So what, then all we are Ancestor of that star The lesson of inheritance Here by mere circumstance Liken more the humanoid With each step toward the void Peace, love and clarity Here cometh the singularity ©HeyHey 2022

close of days

look upon the lonely dead
in their world of stone
each one of them is so well read
but all of them alone

our path with cuts and weary worn
meanders toward the sun
through battled lives gracefully torn
pity spilled becomes undone

as if we marched toward a prize
each step upon the late
still anticipating with surprise
our destination’s fate

and as we gape upon the void
having reached the close of days
we cannot grasp the now destroyed
through complacency malaise

© HeyHey 2020

Fornever

Ever, as you know, is

At all times

Forever, being the infinite

Temporal destination

Yet here we are in

Entropic

Demise

And through an opaque

Window of lies

And despite the doleful

Cries

We find ourselves in

Fornever

 

©HeyHey 2020

True Destiny

To look inside the lamp for destiny or truth

As might a mystic or sleuth

Can only bring mischance

Not a worthwhile song and dance

For, ever can be more or less

Perhaps even your redress

So enjoy your simulation, true

And be glad you never knew

HeyHey ©2014

Calling

Calling those who cannot be

To you who want but are like me

Who have a heart yet have this wall

Seeing worlds but evading all

 

Calling those who have a smile

Would like to meet but run a mile

In a room will find the crook

Avoiding the most kindly look

 

Calling those who want to find

A means, a cure, to stop this bind

Then stop at each and every stage

Are too afraid to turn the page

 

Calling those who’ve reached the end

Be aware I comprehend

You’re not alone and not so strange

In post-corporal we will change

 

Calling those who care no more

We are together on this shore

Where we can speak and touch and gaze

No longer with anaesthetic haze

 

©HeyHey 2020

The Word I Speak

 Here is the briefest of an instance

With no gauge, appreciable distance

From lost of then to what seems now

Could not be true or real somehow

Here is a gift of soon vacuity

A kind of perpetual annuity

Maybe preparation for the abyss

One never ending tender kiss

Here is a method to prevail

To grasp the moment, not exhale

Then look upon the light of stars

Discovering there of all memoirs

Here is a simple, honest word

That’s kind of subtly absurd

As it fell so gently from above

The word I speak to you is love

©HeyHey 2020

the cause of this stagnation

 flaneuring this life away

and considering the drawbacks everyday

of reckonings and how they frustrate

the ability to contemplate

thus i spit into the eyes of a serpent

aka he who would not lament

the demise of the boundless

for the sake of the groundless

and so to the question of questions

that is open to suggestions

in order to reveal the terrors

of a lifetime of errors

what is more, inasmuch interconnected

aota are suspected

to be a conscious derivation

and the cause of this stagnation 

©HeyHey 2020

Our Every Need

 Listening to the roar of waves

Of men and mice and these

with templates of mysterious raves

Whoever wants to please

Saying less is more or less

The same as saying nought

At least when in a state of dress

It’s better to be bought

Putting down the baying crowd

With words of time and place 

In this age is not allowed

I bow to thee my grace

While speaking unexpected crap

From mouths that show their teeth

Whoever understands this rap

Are only those beneath

When telling tales of real or dream

Who can discern of which

The bullshit is a power a theme

That spews without a hitch

Please please beg to appease

A flogging is required

From birth and life should be no ease

Your beauty is admired

And as we bow nay scrape to plead

I think of you in rule

Providing us our every need

But think of us as fool

©HeyHey 2020

not even none

When your eyelids close

half, not the whole, not a pose

we know the time is right

tranquil, not clear, not so tight

and the words, they end

completely, with ether blend

we know the time is here

forever, not seconds, not briefly disappear

no sound, vision or mind

alone, not two, not even one kind

we know the time is gone

the past, not history, not even none

                    

©HeyHey 2019

chords of life

the chords of life they warm the air

lifting hearts with celestial fayre

and those who step beyond their care

hear angel voices everywhere

the chords of life they calm the day

not wishing for the souls to stay

or demanding they should pray

but easing thoughts in every way

the chords of life they fill the dream

so each accomplishment will seem

a monumental changing theme

when looking deeply to that stream

the chords of life they know the time

and recognise an ending climb

so whether old or in the prime

just one more step could be sublime

the chords of life they never end

their task providing, smiling, send

and with each day of patience tend

the line where bodies-spirits blend

©2005 Hey Hey

Negotiation

Information, instigation, inflammation

Exaggeration, exclamation, exploitation

Rumination, reputation, regulation

Confirmation, consternation, castigation

Asseveration, accusation, altercation

Degradation, desperation, detonation

©HeyHey 2019

more is less

here is the hour

that has 61 minutes - a veritable normality

in the reality

that takes a lifetime or more to scour

and as this I write

you read it

thinking, “Shit!”

maybe he’s right

for this evening rolls

on, and on

which the quantum insists is one

yet faith controls

each being, a soul incorporated

into motes of stuff

an entity, or bluff

trying to become emancipated

but dreams upset

the narrative

the prerogative

believed by them to beget

so, on to more

but more is less

ahh, bless

it’s such a bore

©HeyHey 2019

Themes

Themes are all we have, in this rhyme of stars:

opaque windows on the vastness

bestowed by consciousness.

Their creators, we, have illusions of the grandiose

and the infinitesimally small, nay, nothing,

but no sense of whether wake or dream.

It’s as though we cast a spell

and a curse

was granted:

we see

but we can never understand.

©HeyHey 2019

Trapped in Dreams

Hypnotised by the underexposed clouds
in this dream with overexposed mouths,
I imagined that the light and the wind and water
were stars and wine and wonder.

And as dreams do, they wander,
or stay forever a love, like a daughter.
Still, here is the reality for now, sun and souths
with corners, away from crowds.

Then fast forwards the life, but missing the end,
and the party, the dying in arms,
that wine (again),
the burn.

Regrettably, most dreams end with no learn,
for the ether lacks a pen.
And her compliance, her charms,
were wasted messages to send.

©HeyHey 2018

To Sleep or Gaze

To sleep or gaze

Through this seemingly almost pleasant haze

A mist that conveniently blurs the realisation

Of cruelty and procrastination

And as the opaqueness quells this loathing

There is just me, under very light clothing

O, how these knots are hazardous to the intent

 Outwitting the personal revenge, its planning spent

However, there is no opportunity to succumb

As the alternative is too dumb

For ‘twas neither passion nor age

But whole life disaffection that wrote this page

Comforted oft by silicon love, coated by motes of dust

The traces of me in skin, are lost like trust

My time runs short and the search for reason fails

So, as inevitability overwhelms, this world pales

And for those on one side of the drama

Played you any small role in hereof trauma?

©HeyHey Friday 14^thDecember 2018

lightening and filaments

as lightening

and filaments

tell me i’m here

which place of days and ways eludes me

by thinking it might be nearby

or maybe when

yet hope prevails

as there could be forever

and solving my fate is so …

tomorrow

still the sparks and walking molecules abound

but

the day was a short breath

and

the way was curved ether

twix stranger’s homes

because forever was as forever is

… will be

so clarification could be simply

complex 

©HeyHey 2018

Starry Night

An unlucky break is coming

See, it’s up there in the stars

In the dark, misspelling passion

Side the roar from speeding cars

Sipping calm their spittle coffees

While the bentwoods creak a frown

Sudden action takes in front them

Yet continue, tech eyes down

As the impacts shatter futures

Rise crimson crests of tide

In such mayhem play the creatures

Loosened souls no longer hide

When truth is squeezed from logic

Just a moment changes all

The whole world embraces panic

But bystanders take the fall

In the zone of cherished memories

Collapses now the starry night

And all nights, tomorrows’ histories

Can not erase the plight

The Question Of You

And the racing thoughts

do nothing to quell the question of

You

With falling colours

and parched fingers no longer seeking the

Sun

Now arms burdened with gifts

for the cycle, as things will

Pass

As you crave the rest

still the storms are here to

Endure

And the racing thoughts

do nothing to quell the mystery of

Trees

 

©HeyHey 2017

This Elegant Paradox

When rain came, the morning stilled.

Sid’s ode accompanied a blaze of today

while a vast unconsciousness,

in another place, a different time,

squandered this perhaps reality

for the sake of yesterday’s meaninglessness.

 

Came those beads of devotion,

their involuntary role

chance t’ward purification.

Discrete pellucid enigmas,

yet anatomical;

resembling a thought of corporeal originality.

 

The fire spread;

gorging shadows, evaporating nightmares.

In its wake remained the falling melody;

a likeness of invisible rues.

Still, it’s good to watch an inevitable and harmonious

death by evaporation or incorporation.

 

With thirst abated

and a cordiality of degrees,

illusions came vapour, alike the dryness breaking out.

Arising, to take a spell of mindfulness,

the perception to witness through panes

such universality of elegance, with a trace of paradox.

 

©HeyHey 2017

recollections

as the largest becomes larger

and the smallest smaller

in no man’s land

we begin to appreciate

the significance of now

betwixt the forlorn

and the forecast

some say

the reality in our heads

is a fraction of memory

that fears destiny

as a consequence of experience

so where do those recollections

this existence in the present

secrete themselves

within the grey

when the focus

on awareness

leaves sentience

in rest

or demise

©HeyHey 2016