For this is time

As the abyss seems ever closer
once more comes a calling to
look across the vastness of the past
that makes now seem everlasting
and possibilities appear limitless.
Then the music takes me on a journey
that only life can exclaim,
a passage through wonder
behind closed eyes
with no ticking clocks or rising suns.
Now, in this everland
materialise meaning and contentment,
and with consummation comes
an order of clarification
and an enlightenment like no other.
For this is time,
where’er gentle or wild, ‘tis motionless
as only we know it,
a resting place in eternity,
a present within the continuity.

©2011 Hey Hey

giving

when you’ve visited a star
and seen the earth from afar
you know where it’s at man
so do what you can
take the world in your hand
each and every land
and breath the fire of living
while thinking sole of giving
then as you are absolved
enigmas will be solved

©2011 Hey Hey

Walking

……
When she said that
it was devastating.
Like a cat,
I was merely waiting.
Who’s low?
No,
it’s not the whiskey talking,
it’s me; I’m walking.
These days,
always,
perpetuity,
continuity,
ambiguity,
no acuity.
On the roof was quite.
Maybe I could try it again;
but when?
This is a time to take,
not give.
To make,
and live.
So how?
Now?
Why is it always too soon to make a decision?
Fear of derision?
Some people just go for it.
When things are this shit
maybe a course of action
might diminish
the dissatisfaction.
Start a reaction.
If nothing else, be a distraction.
Help finish
what I started;
satisfy the departed.
But this is me;
free.
I’m mobile,
igile
infantile.
It’s been a while
since the last
discourse.
Of course,
the past
could never last.
……

©2011 Hey Hey

Forever

It seems like forever since
anyone could convince
me that ever began
or there was some kind of plan,
fate-like
or Third Reich;
whatever.
How clever
of a race
to put in place
such complexity
as this ‘time’ with its perplexity.
Let’s look at what transpired
in this universe so neatly wired.
First there was a mind?
Maybe not this kind
but for sure to contemplate
and appreciate
the firmament,
this ether and its full extent,
such grey as could transduce,
and quantify, reduce.
Then a pinch of evolution,
who knows how much to provide an inkling, toward solution?
Remaining as organic will
or necessitating androidogenous pill?
Still, must be a plethora of schemes,
including dreams.
Who cares, so long as means toward the end?
Needs must, then all should blend.
Where stand we now, how far the road to task,
is this the time to ask?
If time should evaporate,
what might be an eventual fate?
Without the now to see,
how could be data free?
Or space,
the place
where lovers state
their bond and procreate?
Is there life without the ticking clock
or view to take the stock?
Perhaps that is how forever hides;
how fate, existence abides.
For sure as futures have disappeared
now into the real, so weird
we go,
our futures show,
or perhaps the past,
apathetically aghast.

©2011 Hey Hey

Smoking jazz

Concluding that days must end,
‘when’ becomes the question central,
my friend,
literal.
“But,” you say,
“days are humanistic,
not deterministic.”
“No way!
Days are here, as fractions of forever.”
“Whatever.
Let’s take one step hither …
Not to dither,
divisional propensity
(Thinks, “Here comes the philosophical intensity.”)
can be physically resolved.”
“Perhaps, for those absolved
of spirituality.”
“So, where do we rest,
in perpetuity?”
“At best,
we have a starting point at now.”
Whilst smoking jazz to allow
thoughts to flow
ethereal,
we know
that nought is material, or immaterial.

©2011 Hey Hey

When The Strength Wanes

Sometimes
The strength wanes
And it’s too late
For the sun to warm
A heart
But the twilight
Won’t go away
So where do you go
What do you do

In the shadows
The music doesn’t stop
Nor the pictures
As a heart
Still beats
And the blood
Still rushes
Though yesterday will endure
Tomorrow must appear

For your light
In the dimness
Makes a whole world
Complete
Justified
The butterfly’s wings
Are you
Forever
Is you

©2011 Hey Hey

minutiae of home

the dazzling days in sparkling sun
of never ending summer fun
or whistling window nights in bed
when covers covered every head

perhaps the drifting supper call
so warm, and comfort in the fall
then times near sleep upon a knee
to hear the words too tired to see

surrounded at the table’s grace
nowhere to turn without a face
of smiling joy, for you are there
time passing slowly, have no care

to fill another boundless tome
wherein minutiae of home

©2011 Hey Hey

come and go

days come and go
though might be long, some never show
and when the covers shield the light
they help attenuate the plight

faces come and go
there will be some you never know
but just one smile can turn it bright
and for a moment hide the trite

lives come and go
most, unlike the breeze will never blow
for wanderers seeking black or white
will often only find the night

sleep will come and go
helping life to pace the flow
and when the noose is feeling tight
come dreams of bliss to put things right

©2011 Hey Hey

of this

not by grand design
nor accident
this sign
could that it paves now the way
for salvation
or simply may
be sent
for procrastination
like the rest
of this
the worst, the best
the piss

©2011 Hey Hey