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