Incompleteness

These thoughts are forever secrets
and a performance, in confidence,
cannot reveal the existence of this existence.
For the telling is an incompleteness,
merely a fragment escaped,
a means to a beginning,
at best a sincere message
from a dreamer.

And so, these mysterious lyrics
permeate the salubrious aether,
to travel how far, to where?
Then to divulge a half-truth,
or representation,
or model that sits on shadows,
twix black and white,
existence and illusion.

Now, what makes of signs the signatory?
Thinks, “Transmutation in dispatch,
notwithstanding the madness in creation.”
Thus, how might significance be deciphered?
Can uncertainty reveal reality?
Or must infinity embrace even reasoning,
eternity blemish the resolution?
These thoughts are forever secrets.

©2011 Hey Hey

Winter

Not to forget winter
Who took sensation to a new low
And blackened the life
That smiled at your bitter, white caress

Thank you for the grey days
Of skeleton trees
And the lingering nights
Of stone faces
The thumping iron
And shattered bones

However
Degrees are now tempted to reveal

But for some (of us)
There will be forever twilight

©2011 Hey Hey

Game

This game
This real world
Of yours
Timeless in its ending
Frameless by its limits
Painted, so bizarre
By the very hand
That would be free

A spell
For such liberty
From whence to here
Will fractured dreams release
More grey than sanctity
Bestowed in stars

©2011 Hey Hey