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but each god, in turn has been superseded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