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
Friday, 26 February 2010
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
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
Tuesday, 23 February 2010
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
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
Friday, 19 February 2010
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
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
Sunday, 7 February 2010
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
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
Tuesday, 2 February 2010
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
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
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