counting

as you count
the stars
in the sky of another year
does the firmament
hold less
or more light
than recollections, pictures of
eyes-closed bliss
the stillness of
dreams
and faces
their lips (their voices)

as you count
the misplaced days
perhaps discovered
in the journal of another youth
reflected
from white space
or snowflakes, or sand
where eternity resides
where does the truth (the chapter)
begin
where do the numbers
end

©7th December 2010 Hey Hey

photographs

when you look from your tranquillity
what do you see
does it make words worth singing
love worth living
life worth giving

so to gaze
reflections of whoever’s ways
do breath the air
that lives could share
send hearts to bear

here are the days, laughter and blue
just passing through
a spell, a rhyme
this mountain to climb
the gift of time

one day, might look so high
consider where and why
and absorb the years
know this disappears
wipe the tears

©27th November 2010 Hey Hey

that sparkle in your eye

though that smile
is your joy
and the stillness
is your peace
the fire
is that sparkle in your eye

though the answers
are perplexing
and the reasons
so surreal
the enigma
is that sparkle in your eye

though your journey
seems so far
and the path
of elusive fare
the reward
is that sparkle in your eye

though changes
are the cost to live
and each day
brings its different trials
the constant
is that sparkle in your eye

©20th November 2010 Hey Hey

secrets in tinderboxes

where goes the unmannerly world of days
and how did the masquerade begin
might beauty have unseemly ways
be gold a mere vermeil herein
has time an essence or is memory staid
can hunger hone an edge on passing plight
when gone the stage where be the role played
will all of this revealed, an alchemist’s delight
should quicksand take creation, reabsorb
could cycles reinvent what once was true
or do all motes remain the secrets of this orb
in tinderboxes, held against their will, like you

©17th November 2010 Hey Hey

narrative

with a fresh quill
dipped into the ink of my life
heavenly red
turned into worldly blue
to compose
a story of warmest sand
in sparkling sun
of the highest midday

here
chapters surrender
light to cobalt
where moon and dreams
unite as love
a singularity
without contemplation
or endeavour

and mindful
that fiction does not end
a solitude, perplexed
is future
without reason
maybe satisfaction
can be words
as generations pass

©2010 Hey Hey

20anddead

a singalong, a mantra
a taste, with added extra
of this life, of now
but better and how
whether moon or sun
can be sad or fun
open top or cycle
michele or michael
water or wine
raining or shine
scientific, maybe soul
reality or perhaps role

a singalong, a mantra
pavaroti sings sinatra
here, there, everywhere
take it easy, what’s to care
just this
with nothing amiss
curved downwards or on the rise
make a face, look at the skies
where did it go
everything, you know
could be 20 and dead
how about here instead

©2010 Hey Hey

shadows

shadows can be illuminating
as illumination might be wearing
for the wealth in contemplation
whilst photon depleted
can be colourful
if not overwhelmingly
lucid

shadows can be unambiguous
as ambiguity might be stifling
for the clarity in definition
whilst in darkness
can be untainted
if not of idyllic
purity

shadows can be heavenly
as perdition can be singularly confining
for the vision of naught
whilst in ecstasy
can be cosmological
if not synonymous with
freedom

©1st October 2010 Hey Hey

no straight edges

there are no straight edges
and the liquid life
descends tortuously
by orchestras of hearts
beating rhythms of now
while raindrops fall through parched air
to quench the very time
and wash all past away

there are no straight edges
when a knife
cuts tempestuously
and the breath departs
as fast as humanity can allow
but can an accelerated demise forfeit the aware
avoiding the psychology of crime
if hereafter is at play

there are no straight edges
when paroxysms are rife
and never a harmoniously
calculated sum of the parts
for reality to endow
yet the curvature of a opportune affair
could be such an onerous climb
that the preference might be to stay

©25th September 2010 Hey Hey

for those

for those smiles
that were so in your eyes
at the time


for those whispers
that were so clear
at the time


for those moments
that were so real
at the time


for those times
that were so short
at the time


for those


©2010 Hey Hey

no-one knows

no-one knows

the you

knows

how you tell the sun to shine

and warm rain

to bathe the summer

no-one knows

your eyes

when

the snow falls

and the child

smiles the cold away

no-one knows

your dreams

songs

of magic and tranquillity

when angels listen

and I wonder

no-one knows

©15th August 2010 Hey Hey

eulogy for the past

the souls of freedom
are in temporary guise
seen through a window of opaque rhetoric
as though miming
a sad eulogy
for the past


but playing like the dead
is no solution
rather, a distraction


so up you cowards
in awe of illumination
take the helm
course the journey
from perplexity to enlightenment
save the route
protect the words
for they are
the mere
saviour
all we have


©14th August 2010 Hey Hey

The Purpose

Of a canvas
That to seek the white employ
Has become so arduous
Though ever still a joy
More, while rainbows merely arch
The beauty is unexpected skies
Or land will green
Else, filled with time in guise
Ephemeral, as might blink an eye
Tis gone
No matter how can breath be held
The fever of to look upon
Is all should need, encompass
The purpose


©26th July 2010 Hey Hey

clarity

the music of a long passing waits in dark corners

of a shallow mind

where forgetting could be so easy

but consequently unkind

and as high clouds

slowly paint the abstract story

of another day

hence comes the night in all its starry glory

with icons to fill the celestial stage

and a blushing moon

who stares upon your sleep

his face in dreams too soon

now consolation is the sweetness of the song you hear

for in your trance the words are ever clear

©23^rd July 2010 Hey Hey

be

when nations are become timeless
through distances
and consciousness
there will be clarity
and a fresh brightness
will illuminate
forever
where new eyes
shall wonder upon
and simply
be


©17th July 2010 Hey Hey

and the truth is

the age of truth is upon us
and knowing truths is edifying
the seeking is entertaining
the capturing is enlightening


those who follow the method
that manufactures the descriptions
who nurture the process
and captivate the committed
based on what they have
are the gods of our time


but each god, in turn has been superseded


the truth is
there is no time for gods
and thus there is no truth


©17th July 2010 Hey Hey

politically shit

letting time thus fly
a whispered quiet lie
to tell the life that here
is yet another year


peering into the abyss
like nothing was amiss
with stories hope or luck
that really signed to fuck


consuming space to fill
the words you’re eating ill
so tender of the rule
as dark as brownest stool


now voting of your might
this time it must be right
soon comes a change of heart
dispose it with a fart


©13th July 2010 Hey Hey

is this a different peace

when the air moves around you
in the night
is it your sigh
or do the ghosts
of sentimental songs
ripple through the dark


when the floor creaks
at midnight
is it the summer heat
or do passengers
in time
walk upon the fabric of your dreams


when the sounds of life disappear
at twilight
is this a different peace
or merely reminiscent of amnion
as the quiet speaks
of heavenly love


©2010 Hey Hey

Life .. Maybe

When it’s now

It could really be now

On this mountain

The deep breaths

Eyes still closed

How close is the edge

How deep is the chasm

Make now last forever

This place, this time

It could be real

Holding breath

Eyes open

Here is the edge

So deep

©2010 Hey Hey

The Blue

Not a clear blue

But a grey blue

The tears of death are blue

As though the rain clouds

Had assimilated the day

Or night was diluted

By forever

This blue was a soul blue

Not of a me

Or a you

Rather of a how

A why

A when

A where

A blue of memory

A blue of echoes

A blue in the heart

In the eyes

In the days

Years

Lives

A blue in the ether

A blue in the blue

The tears of death are blue

©12th July 2010 HeyHey

In The World

There is too much cold in the world
In the eyes of the taking
And bodies of the giving
Rather the ice of the dead
Here the hearts have instead


There are too many words in the world
In the breath of the lords
Wielding war with their people swords
Such policies to convince
Trite and ineffectual since


There are too many peers in the world
Brothers to fill the fathers’ cage
Sisters to sooth the mothers’ rage
But rights to procreate in love
No less a character human of


©2010 Hey Hey

Diminishing Returns

Vanishings
In the light of day
And cold sweats of night

When recall was magic
And faces revealed names

In your eyes
Is the heartache
Of reflected bewilderment

When conversation was furious
And descriptions were vivid

Emptiness
With nothing to say
Yet everything remains

When time was short
And there were mountains to climb

©2010 Hey Hey

Fiction's Comedy

Tell the day of what you know
Whether orange mornings or the bluest endings show
Meaning in the power of time’s elusive will
You could be there still


And when you know what the day has said
There will be more than rainbows in your head
Whether the master to resolve
Or merely a puppet, with bewilderment dissolve


Divulge your essence to the night
The ups and downs, your strangest plight
Whatever charms you can assume
Now is the chance to see them bloom


But listen to the blackness well
For there is more that voids can tell
Where seemingly is nought to clutch
Emptiness can yield so much


So of this ticking tête-à-tête
Begun in early day, or day so late
It ends in darkness now, alas
That time, of fiction’s comedy, did pass


©2nd July 2010 Hey Hey

dread never taught

in near sleep of this night

lonely stars are less bright

and the distance hides cries

as the wind whispers lies

sense a menace is near

must contain any fear

tender heart cannot rest

pounds inside on the chest

steal each breath short and fast

any one could be last

then the world becomes still

feel the pressure, the thrill

voice secured by a hand

eyes surveying the land

next an aching begins

in a head full of sins

this is dread never taught

with no maker’s support

last defences run thin

feeling warmth on cold skin

neither wire nor blade

yet so deep a wound made

though well spent is the dream

cannot muster a scream

©2010 Hey Hey

Motes and Multiverses

Knowing of the truth

But not understanding it

Is a disadvantage of the gifted

For, while the inebriated can have passion

The depleted faith

And the medially aware peace

YOU are insincere

With YOUR pretence of formulae

And theories

YOU are deeply troubled

Having incalculable infinities

And physical-less worlds

Of motes and multiverses

Only thought is truth

And WE all have thought

©26th June 2010 Hey Hey

tethered

are we hand in hand

connecting the humanity

across insanity

or, do we fall like sand

through a maze

of incumbent days

in this reality

of tethered brevity

where are you

within the spell

that fabricates the true

where is this

it can’t be hell

for nothing is amiss

or is the truth

so aloof

hey, if this is tethered

why is here so weathered

yet, in the abyss

where we all piss

is the face of love

perhaps, hand in hand

across this imagined land

we cry tears, thereof

©23rd June 2010 Hey Hey

slightly out of focus

to survive the repercussions of the day

by letting boundaries drift away

it sometimes seems

through dreams

that rivers flow

what ‘ere you know

so soften the edges of passing hours

else unavoidably some clouds will end in showers

or prospect for time in thought

which, maybe, is not what it ought

still, while the clock hands cross

consider that moment’s loss

perhaps tis true whatever this hocus-pocus

the world is slightly out of focus

©21st June 2010 Hey Hey

Of 'More'

How elusive

And yet, is subtly unobtrusive

This reality in flight

Of condensed light

A theory to bind

Then, truth of a different kind

For whenever you look

Oh fuck

It’s not what you saw

But gives you more

So, to understand

In this strange land

Where limits are only ‘thought’

Think not what we ought

©8^th June 2010 Hey Hey

prose

since taking up the pianoforte
his time for looking out of the window
has diminished
which is a pity
for the world out there
is immeasurably more musical
than he is


he was equally unsuccessful with food
as eating left no time for excursions
thus, the regular weekly shopping trips
were cancelled
the larder contracted
his weight declined
and he was always hungry


you probably anticipated the next predicament
it involves poetry, of course
rhyming became such an arduous task
that he deteriorated into free verse
then short lines united
to form paragraphs
and the inevitable result was prose
©7th June 2010 Hey Hey

a fatal blow

a slice of raw

nothing more

to hush the kill

with just a little thrill

a tiny paw

nothing more

quick

take your pick

add to taste, the spice

delicious, nice

hic

take your pick

swallow

into the hollow

drink your fill

take the pill

then follow

into the hollow

dance so slow

but don’t you know

they came so soon

under the moon

a fatal blow

but don’t you know

©1st June 2010 Hey Hey

meanderings in the daybreak gold of an almost summer sky

here is asleep in progress

still, under disappearing stars

where, behind these lids

soothes away the sighs

here is day in night

adventures one could never dream

in this dream

where live our lives

here is the story

as true as yesterday

or was it tomorrow

that we met

here is a forlorn echo

fading with a wish

and meeting the daybreak gold

of an almost summer sky

©30th May 2010 Hey Hey

a breath

over the course of a breath

were those thousand smiles

on a million worlds

around a billion stars

under the sigh of a stranger

rested for a moment

within one lifetime

that synthesised forever

by words of verse

fashioned from a void

and turned into a mote

to become a universe

over the course of a breath

©28the May 2010 Hey Hey

less became more

less became more

as lines drawn from pictures

of you

told a different story

hues became black and white

and shadows cast in portraits

of you

revealed hidden truths

the fullest scenes became pure space

when frames enclosing images

of you

set free an angel

©2010 Hey Hey

4 o'clock

whenever lonely turns to singing

cold remains at 4 o’clock

and though the hint is t’ward an amber

dullness weighs in, don’t you know

yet the far lit features over

whether rain or slow repose

will always take a glance for free

to make such veritable movie show

but wait, for stirrings signal wise

could have been so different here

where the tumbler fills with fresh

and more to splash a tepid smile

cannot resist a breaking sky

as to the paints do wind and blaze

more of yester, none remain

when 4 o’clock stayed here a while

©17th May 2010 Hey Hey

sincerity's neighbour

while you blow to make the seeds fly
the sunlight sparkles through your hair
on days like these
you don’t even care to know

incumbent upon sincerity’s neighbour
there you go again
looking
with those eyes

and the day flows by with the clouds
else who could provide light and shade
for your every whim
but exquisitely transient in each frame

where do you go when the brightness fades
when time closes another today
nonetheless, wishes to be in perfect reality
with dream companions, smiling at the outside

©13th May 2010 Hey Hey

where does

where does the you go
when not reminded
or in dreams
thoughtfully so
divided
it seems

where does the time hide
when not in chimes
or days
perhaps inside
rhymes
looking glass ways

where does the life exist
when not in mind
or of luck
such a twist
this different kind
should give a fuck

©9th May 2010 Hey Hey

who chose this one

when the breath
is all you can give
but take it all
you quiet diers

this day is the day
of such uncountable pasts
of unimaginable futures
who chose this one to croak

and you lay
punishing with those large, white eyes
and your dry lips say
this is you

©9th May 2010 Hey Hey

goings and comings

when eyes look nowhere in particular
they gaze to somewhere special
introspection, of god’s gift
as though the whole nature of reality
becomes unreal
and the reason for awareness
might disguise oblivion

then the rain
its cleansing gemstones
takes away the contemplation of nothing
and sensations return
your sweet faces return
in cool pastel smiles
and hands touch my hands

this is where we are
for not too long
inside or outside
the fleeting heart affairs
the passing strangers’ glances
the goings of old
the comings of new

©2010 Hey Hey

today's moon

yesterday’s yellow moon has gone
endowing fair fortune none
yet the sky was beautiful
and meaningful
when he dipped elusive feet
into orange fire, as though to meet
in masquerade, a tepid new
so becoming, his hood of Venetian blue
to take the day away
but he would stay
for hours, illuminating a mysterious sky
never wandering high
as might
a guardian knight

now today’s moon
returned so soon
not with an enthusiastic face
more with no face at all, in his place
behind the dark clouds of ever
today’s moon was much too clever

HeyHey ©29th April 2010

set entanglement free

here is a thought of
banishing the space and the time
of diminishing returns
to set entanglement free
from human endeavour
then, where all is accessible
to write simple words
that describe the reasons
through rhymes
and play
the unique music of forever

Beautiful Killing

Today’s orb rises quietly
Over this dewy garden
Where yawning flowers
Awaken
To release intoxicants in perfume
Unfold, revealing secret hues
Styled with infinity

A half sphere
Already too bright
For transfixed eyes
Burns orange glory
Of forever
Into memories
That are this dawn

Oh blazing deity
Our star revealed
Illuminate this morning child
Transform
Beyond revolving horizons
Astound as years evaporate
Afore your beautiful killing

©2010 Hey Hey

When

When you cry for an hour
Under an empty sky
When you crave a star
To tell the day
When the silence overwhelms

When you stand for an hour
Under rain clouds
When the world becomes opaque
And colours fade
When greyness is the morning too

When you’re cold for an hour
Standing on deep ice
When thoughts slowly cease
And life freezes
When time is only the past

When each desires but an hour

©2010 Hey Hey

A Sky Of Jewels

As I walk the night
Here is
A sky of jewels
Beset in forever
And the colours
Of memories
Shine on this eve
As you dream

As I walk the night
Here is
A shooting star
To vanish forever
But a spectacle
Of creation
For a night
As you dream

©8th April 2010 Hey Hey

to carry on

to carry on

when sweet bodies
are replaced with more love
and the spaces in days
become months and years
still knowing
those forgotten times
were so good
is all that’s needed
to carry on

when togetherness
can never be replaced
and the absence, just seconds
becomes months and years
knowing that
the missing time
could have been so good
is all that’s needed
to carry on

when dreams
replace moonlight melancholia
and the dark hours
become months and years
then knowing
that make-believe time
can feel so good
is all that’s needed
to carry on

©2010 Hey Hey

Poem 2222

When psychedelia
Meets necrophilia
There is a splash
A coloured rash
As the blood of life
Meets death by knife
In a night of bliss
Is this frightful kiss
By an edge, a slice
Touching once or twice
Releasing truth to pour
Caressing more and more
Til the lies are gone
And we all are one
Eating thoughts and rye
Never question why
Then the stench converts
Paradise now hurts
So it all resumes
And the smile exhumes
Take that
You fucking twat

©26th March 2010 Hey Hey

Dedicated to corrupt politicians everywhere

will out

will out

the day will out
with trials to spend
and mischief in a spell
yet take this heed
of pause to see
wish more be left to tell

while soothing notes
caress the air
accomplishments in sound
a wonder
of the heart will bless
the one who’s soul is found

the day will out
whate’er obstruct
for magic shall impose
whose thoughts curtailed
pass into dreams
and thus the book to close

©23rd March 2010 Hey Hey

another night

another night to put the day to bed
as though this day could ever hope remain instead
oh day, now gone, to wish that we had never met
in thanklessness could not more a day regret

another night to look reality in the eye
as though this reality could ever hope to die
oh reality, now gone, to wish that we could truly know
in thanklessness, yet satisfied that you will never show

another night to mark against the clock of being
as though this fraction of a clock could ever hope of seeing
oh clock, now gone, to wish that time had better spent of this
in thanklessness for taking yee the piss

another night to dream of days that might have been
and wake once more in thanklessness, philosopher’s chagrin

©27th January 2010 Hey Hey

the finest moon

the finest moon appeared this eve
not so perfect, but as a course might yaw
then of such deviation could conceive
humankind with distinction in spirits store

thus, look skyward lovers, midst your kiss
for in that passion will be reward to nurture
emergent more than formula in nature’s bliss
rather, a new lifetime of moonlight adventure

when eyes gaze into eyes, fresh like origin
aside must ordeal and misfortune’s secret quest
by an intangible spell cast from the lunar virgin
conferring freedom, whilst heavenly premise contest

take note the finest moon, with light and spells and love
take note the guardian who smiles upon you from above

©1st March 2010 Hey Hey

voice

can a voice, even when the words are hard
copy, say what went before, adding more
or adding less, ever bless
the race that has to face
the future
within this torture
that is now
tell me how
do we have a choice
evidently not
for in this backyard
we rot
we look to the sky
inevitably die
perhaps between
the ‘some’ are seen
but most appear
with fear then disappear from here
(though causally sincere)
without a choice
without a voice

©2010 Hey Hey

moonful joy

when lightness from the moon
falls upon your sleeping face
that gracious orb
has surely recognised
its sacrifice
for joy

as radiant moonbeams
reflect from this angels closed lids
he sees the wonder
in her eyes
he knows the secrets
that she wishes

whenever the moon smiles
perhaps the reason is she
for the secrets and joy
illuminated on his stage
could be the very essence of his existence
the compass for his trajectory

©26th February 2010 Hey Hey

A Special Day

Today was a special day,
not to tell or stray.
This special day was to touch
in a moment of so much
that I don’t understand at all.

Today was too short.
Still, profoundness will distort
the very absence of words.
Yet, so existentially absurd!
But who needs communication here?

Today has gone –
a day we were one.
But the years and the mystery remain,
as inviolate as we are sane.
Hey, these beautiful thoughts are all we need.

Today was a special day

©2010 Hey Hey

magic

i used to know the light
and its magic when the solitude took flight
alone in dreams, observing from on high
as a soothing sun would paint the forlorn sky
this was the time of castles in the air
and waking to the nightingales in prayer
of boats that rocked so gently upon the clearest seas
horizons were so distant they could never feel the breeze
now here, the memories of those days are souls to know
still illuminated, but now by this unfaltering celestial glow
where tides are ripples in eternal peace
whose influence washes over hearts, to never cease
i used to know the light
and its magic; hopefully you might

©19th February 2010 Hey Hey

the heaven of timelessness

when the wild winds are song
whose eons are fair, so long
of ragged peaks mid rolling days
and granite calling longer stays

oh air and free
to fly with these clouds, to really see
the horizon
release the sun, earliest emblazon

and synthesise fresh legends in light
to walk this stage, centre and bright
an audience, stilled, of ether blue
knowledged with unchanging view

then begins, chilled incandescent breath
intoxicate as any meth
for this is the heaven of timelessness
that to know is to be and caress

©7th February 2010 Hey Hey

When I Was Me

When I was me
In the days of then and free
The time was so long
And simple words made a wondrous song
Clouds were ever broken by blue
With sun or stars peering through
I could see
When I was me

When I was you
In the dream of love and true
The joy was so real
And there was nothing wished the world conceal
Songs were found in living breath
Light as mindful heaven’s meth
I could anew
When I was you

When you were me
In the mind and heart of we
The sense was to unwind
Then recombine a spiritually different kind
Where parts became a whole
And infinity was our soul
I could be
When you were me

©2010 Hey Hey

Where From?

A shabby chart was all between
this place and destiny.
Yet we continued
- returning was no option -
toward the featureless horizon,
a glassy sun our only companion by day,
a crescent moon to end the night.

“Where from?” was asked.
No mystery,
not even exclusivity.
Origins in happy times,
superseded by loving ways,
transient in irresistible
voyages.

So, these eyes meet wonder eyes,
across the bow,
fates linked
by adventure
and spirit,
to break a sparkling smile
for humankind.

©23rd January 2010 Hey Hey

Portrait Brittany

With songs like that
we could never break up,
portrait Brittany.
But voices fade; rustling
like isolated leaves,
freeze dried in the winter
winds.
And, anyway, this is not quite you,
whose penetrating
eyes, not seeing
me
- not seeing at all.
With eyes like those
we could never break up,
portrait Brittany.
We never made up Brittany.
We never made up.

©22nd January 2010 Hey Hey

Portrait by Nicki

Hues of Good Fortune

Painting, “You are beautiful,”
in mind
is so easy,
for as truth is to birth
then your face is to love.
Yet oils might blight
this canvas,
this life,
that beckons such a smile
into eyes.
Will you stay
with the pen
in this hand?
Or will the tremors of days
loose the hues
of good fortune
upon this waiting world?

©22nd January 2010 Hey Hey

For Jono, who paints

symphony

symphony, who art such mind
elevated whilst consideration cannot find
reason as the flesh and soul unite
defeating even self so erudite

accompaniment doth voice ingratiate
enabling consequence to contemplate
yet, resultant empathy be constrained
since still hindered is this vitality enchained

now seeking thus of purpose and of cause
will discord or in harmony reveal few flaws
while nature did in instrument anomaly expose
the very essence of said mystery depose

but rest all of limitations, reasons have no place
for simple melody of hearts, ‘tis nobility with grace

©21st January 2010 Hey Hey

Realignment

This night
there was a realignment of ..
something.

Maybe it was love,
admitting
in the absence
of light
and in timelessness,
a reality ambience,
a true emptiness,
above
the corporal embrace,
beyond the dreams -
leaving no trace.

There, silk clouds
swathed mountain peaks
with flowing streams
of peace,
or shrouds
where life seeks
its release.
        
Still there is this night,
so significant,
coalescing the plight
that is Earth
and consciousness,
inevitably incumbent -
perhaps a renaissance, an awareness,
resembling a rebirth
in freedom – as a dove.

©2010 Hey Hey

freezing whilst the planet fries

we were too busy being globally warmed
planetarily harmed
to make good plans for wintry weather
when the heat just doesn’t bother
yet the roasting might resume
anytime I presume
but in a different way
and on another day

so we sit in front of fire
turn up heating one notch higher
emit carbon to our hearts’ delight
watch tv for the footprint fight
as forecasts for tomorrow
hit no targets, beg or borrow
yet the future could be bleak
but just not quite this week

©2010 Hey Hey

Writer Of This Life

The elusive writer of this life
Sharpens a fresh quill
For to pierce more deeply
The paper of a finite trail
As chronicle
Whence liquid narrative
Liberates tormented days
Resembling tears
That stain a weary face

And as time
Turns into a prosaic dream
Becomes another immortal
Or so said
Through blood

©2010 Hey Hey

another short sad day of love

you left your night clothes so close
that you didnt really go
nonetheless the night returned to darkness
and i listened until the motor
dissolved in the distance

just another short sad day of love
when we ate and kissed
away the world
with orange juice and tv
an irretrievable episode

then forever came early
and two transient hearts
that snow and mist appeared to hide
melded with the day’s close
in remote yet entangled ecstasy

still the end was without you
since the end is inevitably alone
but when the candle dimmed
a fire began in the sky
as your song lit another star

©2010 Hey Hey