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