experiments with coffee on a wednesday

they walk by
oblivious to the you and me
and all this real worth to see
but we are low and they are high

a continuum
where days they roll
here comes another soul
add him to the present sum

and like a birth of pristine mind
the snow so white, the first to taste
the world, the you, such a waste
all turn with time, a different kind

pragmatic spirits
of humanity
who think that freedom is just … free
that living merits

wandering in the coffee shop
consider lives out there, unreal
i wonder if they think and feel
if they might touch us now, then stop

another wednesday
brings its caffeine high
and always wondering why
but never say

©2009 Hey Hey

parasomnia

leaving trails of life behind
in a dream
of chemical, it would seem
or another kind
but tethered to a belief
that sleep is the thief
of now
to escape, but how

©2009 Hey Hey

this is what it's like

this is what it’s like to live here
with the beautiful leafless trees
in the grey air
where thoughts can be anywhere
a mind can be what it sees
and dreams are so clear

here is a moment to stop, to gaze
at a cloud or a star
as time permits the perception of everything
visualised through the symmetry in a string
to recognize the journey thus far
yet appreciate a mere phase

being concordant with this place
the here, the now
furthermore, ubiquity and eternal
saving memories as though paternal
for posterity, would capacity allow
else living here will have no trace

©2009 Hey Hey

the sad song

when the sad song plays
i find so many ways
to explore the finale
resulting in the same outcome, whatever the simile

the long days and dark nights
somewhat equivalent in surreptitious plights
lead toward an unfathomable abyss
where the universe takes the ultimate piss

this travelling, with a word
a tune and a sense that is so absurd
through a bogus time to patronize
yet contemplating these simple lies

notwithstanding the futility
of an individual, without hostility
still, one might appreciate existence
though largely in a past tense

so the sun shines or the stars glisten
but only in here is someone to listen
counting the diminishing days
when the sad song plays

©2009 Hey Hey

Twixt

Twixt tomorrows and yesterdays
Are the nows that are real
The times that we feel
Yet nothing in the present stays
And the instants that we are given
Are invariably lesser
Than the experiences that for we, possessor
Have so arduously striven

Indeed, the consequential encounters that so fleetingly last
Inevitably travel such distances as to incarnate resent
For certainty is that our imperative present
Is no more than an inaccessible past
All we have is the diminishing image of love
As we struggle to achieve escape velocity
In order to outrun the event atrocity
Determined from so far above

And who are we to appreciate what an instant is
How the perception of when and where
Correlates with what we care
To qualify a formula, states time and space is this
Notwithstanding who we are
With visions so benign
On a tightrope, a faltering line
Have we travelled well, this far

©21st October 2009 Hey Hey

Misery

Misery, o misery, where art thou
When I need thee so much and how
To replace these smiles on sunshine days
And steal the heart of tender ways

Misery, o misery, where is thy sting
Where is the despair that you can bring
Seize the walks in fields of gold
And all the pleasure memories told

Misery, o misery, where hast thou been
Allowing splendours, love, be seen
Across the ocean, hands embraced
And never trust or hope misplaced

Misery, o misery, in thanks returned
To reason, as this dream is burned

©2009 Hey Hey

Autumn Gold

Autumn gold breaks free the morn
And riding hills are eastful born
Through veils, evaporating dreams
In hazy minds, set free it seems

As though to paint the night’s lament
Are streaming clouds in hue’s ascent
Yet with the glory of the fire
Even they should soon expire

Then comes a splendid cerulean sky
All questions disappear, but why
No reason for this daytime moon
So now to wait, recycled soon

Transition twixt the dark to dark
In such fall’s wonderment embark

©2009 Hey Hey

The East Riding originated in antiquity. Unlike most counties in Great Britain, which were divided anciently into hundreds, Yorkshire was divided first into three ridings and then into numerous wapentakes within each riding.

The landscape consists of a crescent of low chalk hills surrounded by the low lying fertile plains of Holderness and the Vale of York. The Humber Estuary and North Sea mark it's southern and eastern limits. There are few large settlements and no industrial centres. The area is administered from the ancient market and ecclesiastical town of Beverley. The economy has a largely agricultural basis and this along with tourism has contributed to the rural and seaside character of the main aspects of the Riding.

To You

Don't forget the sunshine times
When a gentle breeze warmed the days til gone
Then evening candles caressed our glowing skin
And soothed away the years ahead

Don't forget the tapestry
Of woven songs, a shelter for
These simple souls with exclusive lore
Who would seek to kiss and tell the love

Don’t forget the wayward days
Reminding how alive should be
To feel so high or distances
How small the sighs from mountains were

Don’t forget the evermore
The promised skies of ceaseless blue
Such retrospect as legacy
Will nourish thoughts that travel on

Don't forget me

©2009 Hey Hey