Window

There is this window in my mind
Not a clear or visual kind
More an insight or sensation
I educate by contemplation
Until near times I fed on news
Simple facts and points of views
Then a saturation point occurred
When information became blurred
To formulate a real solution
Caused attempts at absolution
For ideas of fact were purely fiction
Merely driving to constriction
Within this consciousness abound
Cages, barriers, stifling sound
But in dreams such revelation
Never need avoid temptation
In the strive for dream in wake
Realising nature break
A simple spell unknown appeared
The pathways they were then all cleared
Now the window is my eyes
And as I look toward the skies
The sights that I can see above
Are the clouds and rain of love

©2004 Hey Hey

a gathering

a gathering of minds to see the way
that will be, one future day
cares will remain behind
left with humankind

a gathering of humanity to find a solution
each and every being’s absolution
lost will be found
on new ground

a gathering of time, and thus without end
knowing all, with no message to send
this is our gratuity
we have been eternity

©2008 Hey Hey

the noose of love lost

as though to tighten the noose of love lost
in this attempt to disregard the past
the photograph turns with each step into this haven
and her face, a child of heaven
smiles the joy of youth
not really appreciating the truth
that blights the very air, always washed so clean
she and I breath in the daily scene
as the ups and downs pass in said lives
cut into different patterns by knives
of cold words or distant chimes
sometimes innocuous, occasionally rhymes
but always cut deep
habitually cheap
and the infant glow
turns into ice with the winter snow
while the noose becomes more taut
because of all the happiness she has brought

©2008 Hey Hey

passing

to observe the passing of a day
the sum of entirety in a melancholic way
describe the fire, a lonely star, watch it fall
comes the chill of cosmic dynasty, yet all

whate’er the mind, to know the sky
will ever, as the transitory questions why
else can the next time beg appear
in what fraction of second, eternity, unclear

for, if the mist and clouds should part
taking the very heart
remains this corporal eye, born of light
bemused by the awe to see when night

o’ wonder, in each space we own
passing here, wherever, reflect alone

©2008 Hey Hey

brilliant failure

captive rays of dawn, break free
from the one cloud that is me
try to fuel the fires of this day
or perhaps light another way
yet adversities are storm tears
changing little through the years
could quench a smile from blue
but not the flame in you

ether words, or tune or voice
still take the path of choice
from where they come, create
but never steal our fate
for life as such so brilliant, be the sun
yet failure, never won
and here then is the gist
merely grasping at the mist

©2008 Hey Hey

colours for friendship

a line of trivia can be so bright white
but no line profound flies like this kite
and danger is sipping from a tangerine can
or creating colours from a simple grey man
oh, let the notes flow, forgetting the clear
so long as a gift of smoke for friendship is near
as orange is sunset or sunrise in mind
maybe the years of the last or the next will unblind

the message arrives, or is it opaque
a thought on a sojourn but never awake
across the true ocean that real life makes red
wishing all days of the time were a bed
nevertheless, landing as sentiments sincere
make meaningful peace and perhaps they will hear
however, he plays in the backdrop, a burgundy shift
afloat in tranquillity, or maybe adrift

please take the hand of the wanderer tight
who plans the way of the whom will it might
let them in, let them pass through the holy rainbow
selecting a hue from the glorious show
the clear shallow waters that reflect, show the gift
washing away any anguish or rift
colours for friendship are all that we have
and, without that alliance, we are all but halve

©2008 Hey Hey

deep dreams

of here, the now in dreams, or there
i drink your thoughts most anywhere
in tepid times when air is thick
with prayer, be not so quick
with lucid answers, state the true
are breathing shadows hiding you

of how, the ringing air, still here
i listen, each note it lingers so sincere
as moonscape trades the warming hours
although so distant, stars be ours
lay down to cross into the phase
leave transient consciousness in days

of all, this should be the one
for sure, so recently begun
the lines of smiles fall as the years
cannot explain, then song appears
again, but children in the arms of sleep
yes dreams, like love, can be this deep

©2008 Hey Hey

which verse of all?

there is never emptiness
for in the black there is an awareness
of calm
a redundancy of harm
where the rhapsodies of love notes flow
harmoniously slow
where the scene
of declining souls serene
might never be
could ever see?

as the fingers pull tears
from the ivory eyes and years
fall from lives of fire
the terms of contract raise higher
closer comes the price of this
absolute remiss
the understanding of it all
was subterfuge, a fall
and here is the success
this is to possess?

©2008 Hey Hey

november

warm sunny days are well gone
becoming part of the universal one
joining the memories, with smiles and the bliss
and so to reminisce
of crisp shadows and time to ponder
thoughts as mist, and wonder
on the nature of you
in your body of love, against skies of real blue

searching for a future of such idyllic themes
where these dreams
run perpetual episodes
from the darkness of imperfect codes
when the sea washed the world clean
and you ran on white sand, almost unseen
except for flowing hair
but were you really there

the stars shine early now
perhaps to disavow
the day, but as their light penetrates the void
blackness is so tenderly destroyed
still, dependable moonbeams guide in the morrow
of not all clouds or sorrow
for november has sunshine days too
looking out of these windows, again finding you

©18th November 2008 Hey Hey

inward vision

it is the time for day’s order to take flight
as necessity craves the surreal flavour of night
so relax in the innocence of dark
reorientate, then take the walk
through the cinema of you
fly with remnants of the true

here is a respite from the hex of the blue sky
a fresh look at living, to still wonder why
stories with different beginnings, no end
as events never proceed, rather blend
to obviate the natural circle
perhaps even more hysterical

but all rises seem to fall
even in the inward vision of this all
where colourful songs can acquiesce pure perfume
for alignment must resume
else perpetual chapters of the misty azimuth
might endow a sleeper with eternal youth

©2008 Hey Hey

but who

i write this for you
enchanting, one of the few
who holds time in their hand
and lets it fall as sand
who looks away
yet makes the day
a sunshine scene
you know what i mean

i write this for you
can you be true
with your daydream smile
stay for a while
never fade
as your life game is played
so full of now
wondering how

i write this for you
a soul so new
of fine angel hair
without awareness or care
while years will take
and paths mistake
your eyes say yes
for stars did bless

©2008 Hey Hey

charmed

charmed to be here
to play the games of god or genes
and persevere
but not know what it means

with each mistake the power grows
as ambitions of infinity define the prize
while the rippling ethos shows
your disguise

the space as days exchange
the elation between each breath
none is so strange
not even death

and as you sit, for the world to see
never asking why or wherefore
skyward, we agree
there is more

here is a hand to take
who’s meaning might not be clear
yet make no mistake
so charmed to be here

©2008 Hey Hey

fragments

here are fragments of you or me
a life to pick up and see
needing time to fit together
to sail through squally weather
parts of an infinite jigsaw
with an elusive piece, a flaw

here are fragments of the earth
the countries of our birth
where oceans divide the free
while others ne’er the sea
filled shadows with rotation
in darkest contemplation

here are fragments of all time
including journeys left to climb
a map from first to last
foundations that were cast
and changes to observe
along the cosmic curve

here are fragments of the story
the sadness and the glory
to join with truth as seen
explaining the machine
and satisfy the mind
without being so unkind

©2008 Hey Hey

song of ...

while the repeating lines of that song play
and still the words won’t come, don’t know what to say
might have to wait, but that could be for eternity
who knows how long that will be, limitations of modernity
imply forever, and those who patronize
as they philosophize
don’t see the tears
and the diminishing years
while the art fades
and the night shades
we sit, unabridged as they build the tombs
watch the expanding wombs
speak our minds
but who finds
the way, whatever the solution
will have discovered absolution
meanwhile, weeping for the words to explain
or keep providing the same old refrain
and the song brings the notion, not the explanation
feeds the love but not the elation
where is the all, the complete, the origin
the, with arms open, “Begin!”
without purpose is no call to proceed
directionless is an aimless need
so play song, play
for there is no other way
until either the skies darken
or the whole is taken
consider this
as you take your drunken piss

©2008 Hey Hey

daisy chains

daisy chains connect these memories with you
sometimes they break in autumn and never renew
but where the flowers fall the walking’s so good
leading to a bed of earth, made it what we could
and troubles and overlong days put aside for a while
to let rain wash the air clean, raise a calm smile
we found a place with opaque windows and no sound
a secret of mind where the thoughts might abound
with the cold wind blowing on the outside, we sang inside
living on the contact of eyes and what caresses could provide
then the love that we made found its way to the light
through the passage of days, into the stars of the night
and as each traveller sees the direction so clear
insignificant daisy chains remain ever near

©2008 Hey Hey

moonlighting

you come with me into dreams
o lover of fleeting moonbeams
and live such stories as though
could never be, for each tomorrow
might pass within an opaque night
to grant fulfilment, yet never see light
or true nature of day, what might be
where images have colour and free
still, the pastel grey is your kiss
perhaps of forever, should not remiss
with whispers to conceal beyond
this heaven, as powerless to respond
so welcome here, o celestial reflection
and illuminate this elusive recollection

©2008 Hey Hey

the waiting

the waiting turns phones into dirt, or smears
the loneliness of no words, but hears
every empty night and the singing stars
who lean, sipping gins in hectic bars
and they fall, not caught by sympathy
not seen by empathy
just the passing eyes in rain lines while they choke
why would they assume such a joke
does the misty air condense
evidence for complacency and pretence
or might the spinning stop
the jaw drop
the waiting end
dear friend

©2008 Hey Hey

opaque sky

while ivory moonbeams fall from this opaque and telling sky
such glowing lunar tears to will passed times goodbye
still sparkle gracefully, as should a world of fresh mornings
raised by dew on webs of fine black hair drawings

for this ever, where a hidden star recites the myth
perpetuating days, through a pendulum acolyth
can be but fraction of the wonder that is all cause
as infinite hides eternal when a breath does pause

and so, another glance to find illumination source
now beyond the reaching night, or inspiration’s course
yet, this is the nature of a place in eyes of the divine
to take a role, however small, in a theatre of design

when comes farewell to wandering truth, perhaps sincere
then gone is sleep, and all but dreams will disappear

©2008 Hey Hey

tender trap

this tender trap, to glance within for moonbeams
hides more than hearts can bear, more than it seems
as though peaceful here and eyes might merely sparkle
yet contrived amiss, a moon and earth debacle
reflecting as it will the nature of a glorious sky
wherein the welcome hand turns oft to wave goodbye
for the static picture is a riot, friends who kiss
but when the back is turned can only reminisce
forlorn, the now and then, they never were to see
illusions, synthesized with futures that can never be
perhaps the preference is to skip the light
fandango, linking arms whilst passing into night
or just maybe could awaken, a revelation
to realize that all of this should be life’s inspiration

©2008 Hey Hey

this mess

so you caught this conversation, eh
but let me point out, there’s no way
you’ll understand
the underhand
comments about the way I deal with friends
it’s well known that I go to the ends
of the earth to protect the feelings and wellbeing
of loved ones, it’s here for the seeing

but I digress …
let me explain more about this mess
as you’ll see, I’m always very busy, lots to do
no time to waste on this or that, or … you
well, unless what you have to say is relevant … to me
I don’t mean to imply that I’m more important than …
uhm, you can
see my predicament
it’s no accident
that talented people have full lives
no time for their wives
the world, by design and by preference
almost always makes reference
to success
fitness
the ability to achieve something
to bring
advantages and benefits
actually, what befits
the leading class
(not the mass
who waste their time
commit the crime
do their best
to request, protest, contest, detest)
is to rule
hence, public school

but I digress …
what a mess …
so you caught this conversation, eh
please … help me find a way


©2008 Hey Hey

crimson bordeaux

so this is it, a sunset the colour of crimson bordeaux
here’s real blood in a glass though
under a sky to raise tears of life in the dead
perhaps the night will stall instead
of course it will rain, washing the memories away
yesterdays and especially today

as you drink to me, what do you know of the times
that passed by your windows, love in so many rhymes
some spoken, most secret, all unbearable
attempting to reconcile, but never repairable
(not relationships but communication)
still drifting through the ether, the frustration

sometimes, it just happens inside
although exasperating, the preference is to hide
looking to the stars could not compensate
rather, turning would better articulate
taking a sip and wondering who will ever know
and so this is it, a sunset the colour of crimson bordeaux

©2008 Hey Hey

so smoothly

so smoothly, the decadent clouds
engulfed the residuum with shrouds
taking the day’s life as slowly as unconscious time
by grey power and no thought of love or crime
conveying a deceptively gentle breeze
to encapsulate the night with cold, such ease
a mastery, through stone and creatures
ages, the come and gone, without teachers
as sure as lightness will succumb to dark
and forever is the nightmare walk in the park
the day has gone, lost in an aching memory
perhaps a dream, more likely illusory

the grand plan, exhibited across the sky, revolves
and time, with you, put rightly in its place, dissolves

©2008 Hey Hey

The very first time

A late afternoon dream gave way.
Love looked over, but i couldn’t stay
for, coincidently
i had nothing in particular to do, yet urgently.
The dim storm light decided the mood
and the nature of these days was to brood.

With the flickering frames, the evening came as quickly
as the wasted day had passed, bringing air so sickly
and dull.
Could it be that life was this full?
Then unexpectedly they entered with a clock chime
and he smiled for the very first time.

©2008 Hey Hey

coalesce

this is the same as it always was
to sit, to try to wonder why, because
we were made to coalesce,
and when we did, became this mess
entangled in a quantum affair
me over here, you over there
listening, but just passing through
as though the words were far too true
seeing, yet looking past
the image small but much too vast

so this is love, a leaning tower
the sweetness of, or bitter, sour
precarious but is resolved
pure sexual yet so unsolved
fragility of cosmic scale
still, stars and strings begin to pale
for dreams become reality
and every possibility
when caught, those eyes in transient glance
to take that kiss would all, perchance

©2008 Hey Hey

to weep

when the flow of introspective tears
hit the ground the aerosolization
of cries filled the emotional vacuum
that was an open mind in chaos
caused by the loss of will and motivation
as the political globe boiled
and previously simmering ideas
evaporated becoming lost forever in the
inebriated void that comprised educated automatons
who had the idea they were free
to weep

©2008 Hey Hey

late

the late sun turned
shore water golden, burned
ochre skies
before lucid eyes
when the heavenly blue
descended, true
and real were free
as was meant to be
then hand within hand
along the moistening sand
to face the moon
that always came so soon
the late sun turned
and the day never returned

©2008 Hey Hey

burning bridge

wonderful land of time and toil
through eyes on high planes, trite and spoil
for reasons are so far to reach
and who is here to lend or teach
the never ending tales of why
that turn your smile and make you cry
as heaven is your face in dreams
the bridge does burn, or so it seems

while stars unite their hues to blue
convincing this is real and true
those who think to gaze on glass
could magnify the facts with crass
but are you there to quell the fear
(one touch transforms remote to near)
or is the vastness more than space
no bridge could ever interlace

perhaps the passing genes of yore
that take such transient lives to store
might find or solve for sanity
divine enigma’s vanity
else games and circles evermore
will even stand on distant shore
where conquests of mankind, so plain
a burning bridge does still remain

©2008 Hey Hey

nonsuch

in the end there is no end
and systems of defiance cannot defend
the emptiness that is the certainty
of a multidimensional verse facilitating deity
you seek to preserve

for energy will conserve
the beginning
whatever the sinning
wherever the bubble should burst
while ever the mind is cursed

to let the spell unfold
the endless stories untold
wonder how there could be so much
nonesuch

©2008 Hey Hey

the tender shore

as cool water caresses the warm tender shore
melding lives in toil and sleep, so adore
but waste no word, since none can find
the freedom beauty in a dreaming mind
of darkly calm, as peace should be
the end to days with her and me

now drift so well, with favoured course
to nowhere, for times as these deny remorse
such stories in spellbound heads of love
enlightened, potent, yet obscure thereof
retracing more than passing hours
for time is theirs, but this is ours

and so, as arms engulf, to sooth the pain
the shore dissolves, none does remain

©2008 Hey Hey

uncut

with time abound, who knows the rush to wrist
temptation, but no cutting deep or rope to twist
more than the beating heart
more than the tears to start
yet not enough to take that step, but stranger still
as this tale began, could there be the will

from nowhere, materialized a Venice art of gold
and a critique of affluent capitulation, or so he told
then the observer panned, revealed a kiss
a fortuitous gesture not to miss
in recognition of the frozen heart, perhaps more
intangible, a secret afore an aqua regia shore

and hope was there; still they walked away
leaving aureal maidens for another day
no matter, for the deed was done
extrapolating from the wings of one
first a day, then a year, more than a lifetime
becoming a universe, an ever sublime

©2008 Hey Hey

in these times

beauty in these times of graffiti and tragedy
when lines of life are but here, simple parody
an offering, as southern cross makes soul night’s debut
leading not the long way home, but true
to navigate dreams with wonder eyes
and form synaptic clouds in memory skies

no reason to know why the tears of art
but motivation for what be this, simple thought
more enigma in an instant than a sky of blue
or even amidst a world of fame, the distinction is you
tis likely that the smallness makes it all
and Alice really had the wherewithal

for chaos makes the wonderment we touch in every way
a life is but a second, an eternity, but what a day

©2008 Hey Hey

ivory moon

oh ivory moon, shrouded by misty blue
looking upon, and wonder who
a charming smile would entertain
as daylight ends in summer rain

oh timeless stars with graceful light
caressing those who view the night
with quiet eyes and minds in awe
of boreal wonder, lives of straw

oh breath, seconds taken are no more
never were, or could be sure
absorb in every limit’s ode
the beauty that is here bestowed

oh dream, approach whilst silhouettes
will mask, concealing these regrets
unspoken words and misplaced ways
machinery of this sky and phase

oh existence, in this ether tale
twix sleep or maybe heaven’s veil
what secrete does the dream protect
and through the ivory moon connect

©2008 Hey Hey