merry christmas

when the open hand is here

and eyes of kind could cheer

what of the one who lays

in coldness, still he stays

understanding not a smile

who once could so beguile

now incapable to say

how brought his life this way

as settles on the flakes

so white his soul snow makes

cold eyes are all to give

no more, else not to live

a pile of hurt remains

while you pass by it refrains

but glance as on you walk

with surreptitious talk

driving further into peace

your charity gives release

©HeyHey 2012

more snow

more snow has fallen

covering the footprints

you left

reminds me

of the parting day

some years ago

when the bright lights

turned to candles

and the dancing tune

became a theme of paganini

since then even the frosty air

cannot chill my heart

yet breaks the morn

from night

the words

from

still

but they could not

ease the pain

of your

lost warmth

©HeyHey 2012

walking away

walking away from the blue

and out of me, or you

should’ve used the desert as it’s supposed

like words running backwards, decomposed

o, but really, where does this road lead

might stay and watch the gods feed

walking away from all that’s true

and into the fire; so what’s new

should’ve seen the coming veil

considered the skin so pale

but who could imagine skies so grey

that took night and put it into the day

walking away though I don’t want to

and consider it’s time for a fresh debut

should’ve counted on the sun rising today

when silhouettes were the only display

telling me something I didn’t need to hear

but thanks, I’m hearing it loud and clear

©HeyHey 2012

what is free

what is free

the crying time’s here again

it’s really any time, but when
it hits, the sun has gone
leaving all but one
to be

and it’s usually me


the strangest place is now

no idea, the reaching here, how
but this is it, my real
no getting away from how I feel
tried to understand

but it’s where I land


in the desert or the water plains
all that remains
is the grey that defines
the steepness of such inclines
to determine what is free

if only it were me

©2012 Hey Hey

A Special Day

It was a special day,
not to tell or stray.
Such a singular day was to touch
in a moment of so much
that I don’t understand at all.

The day was too short.
Still, profoundness will distort,
and the very absence of words
- so existentially absurd!
But who needed a communication wall?

The day has gone;
a day we all were one.
Now the years and the mystery will remain,
as inviolate as we are sane.
Hey, these beautiful reflections are all to call.

Thinks, “A special day.”

©2012 Hey Hey

For Jonathan and Katia, married Sunday 26th June 2012

when

when

uncertainty looms as certainty in the grey sky
of this clay dry
day
since you went your way

and sitting here
midst the depths of unclear
i don’t know
the show

with the remoteness that is no coming home
and the numbing tomb
of all the words said crass
cutting to the bone like lazy, shattered glass

bound here
till i disappear
in smoke
a fate to surely choke

still, the grey has beauty in
each fold of clouds, where sin
could likely drift away
just as you left that day

here
with every passing year
is dust
motes of all did trust

doubtlessly, the days of qualm must pass
and as the stars amass
your parts will whole again
the question merely when

©2012 Hey Hey

no fear

flying with the words again
and as the breathing pauses, when
she takes me to the edge of here
where there is no fear
no time for distance
moreover existence
only for lips to barely touch
not even that much
then I know this is complete
someplace the angels meet
and she has control of the very light
making all there is so right
join us in this place
bring the human race
live for now
and understand how

©2012 Hey Hey

racing pace

In this racing pace of night
Is the face of real
The times, the crimes, the dues
The kissed, the missed, the blues

In this interlude twix breath
Is the dark of peace
The fire, desire, now gone
The sleep, the leap, the none

In this reminisce of vita
Is the awareness of trust spent
The pain will remain the power
The crass might pass this hour

In this sober room alone
Is the solution to atone
The door or floor instead
The substitute; so dilute it’s dead

©2012 Hey Hey

celestial fires

as sunshine carries the real light away
striving to reach the darkest grey
here, a gentle breeze
caresses new leaves on distant trees
and sparkling beams pause to wait
escaping once more their synthetic fate

this is the time of all that transpires
the lives, the loves, the celestial fires
the warm earth blessed by the bluest skies
forever suspended by the joy in your eyes
as true as fortune never misses
come twilight, guides the sun its kisses

and then there are stars painted uniquely for sleep
casting spells over worlds, to infinite keep

©2012 HeyHey

in but a day

midst the quiet time, just born
the first occasion of this morn
life songs, they sing a different tune
mellowed by thee, waxing moon
and still in slumber, love she lies
angelic dreams behind closed eyes

in but a day she came so far
for yester was mere ember star
the hours cast spells, implanted mind
already charmed, uniqueness, kind
absorbed of ether twix all souls
transforming passion, different roles

what might awakened spirit muse
as world and light, enchanted, fuse

©Fri 4th May 2012 HeyHey

yes you

as the words flow like blood like tears
life words lifeblood life tears
then so do the pictures of them of you
and the rain did not wash the air or land
of this or that or then or now
how could it
how might it
why should it
for they for you for this
couldn’t be
could never be
could ever be
washed away diluted diminished
all there is is they is you is this
as the words flow like blood like tears
the words are this are they are you
yes this yes they yes you
yes you

©2012 Hey Hey

again

exhale such words to become the air
and be surreptitiously everywhere
once breathed, are the very time and space
that put each moment into its place
if you can bother
here comes another
fitting tightly in the box that Pandora kept
but others would open, then wept
for the truth of it remains
as it runs slowly through your veins
here is now and when
forever could be here again

©2012 Hey Hey

Taking the Piss

Just another afternoon
Blazing sun
Almost hot (behind glass)
Another cold mind
Behind red eyes (for all to see)
Then come the words
And, as you know, sound dominates
Even for the indifferent
And it all changes
It all rearranges
The words of no return
Into the grey stuff … they burn

What an afternoon
Not to repeat very soon
There’s not much more to tell
Except it must be similar in … hell
Breathing in, and out
Taking one step
In front of another
Eating, drinking
Taking a piss, in private
Taking the piss, in public
There must be more
Than this

©2012 Hey Hey

There it is.

Forever is such a short spell
in dreams,
twix elevation and repatriation.
Then come the realities,
not withstanding the enigmas,
where actuality, midst perpetuity, is now.

Perhaps only the prohibitive
can realize the nature of extracorporality,
the bloodless journey t’ward the hell of life,
the truth,
for blood is cheap
and deliberations are not.

So who are you to define love,
the agony
and the vastness?
Such that smiles dissolve
when eyes open,
and there it is.

©2012 Hey Hey

You and I

The bits that fall,
they say it all,
for entropy
is the new, well, ‘me’,
where bonds are gone
and ‘I’ am none.
A unity
that sets each free,
a universe,
no more rehearse,
for this is it,
not just one bit.
You and I,
we are the sky.

©2012 Hey Hey

Aftermath

When the moon shines like silver through
the frozen air, like a new
life, a time to break free
a downsize for me

This digitized aftermath
Now here’s the wrath
Gone are the handheld celebrations of
Existence, and love

Yet here, still
Discovering passion, and the will
To unite the old with the new
As so many becomes so few

Then comes the day
No more, no way
The starful nights and blue, clear
Hours are gone, I fear

They arrive twix your stride
With no time to hide
Will the moon shine like silver again
And if it rises, when
        
©2012 Hey Hey

Only This

Only This

When things fall apart
And there’s no fresh start
Don’t focus on disabilities
Rather, think of the recycling possibilities
From stars, whence we came
To become more of the same

As the dusk of being approaches
And the very deepest blue encroaches
Take heart in the white light
That final spark, a neurological sprite
Awareness in decline
A dreamlike sign

Crossing over is no imposition
Instead, a considered ambition
A journey toward reality
Facing actuality
Where memories are you
And only this was true

©2012 Hey Hey

It's Time

It’s Time

Even my friend Steven
Has a reason to countenance treason
Discussing his plight
Almost every night
Eventually convinces even princes
That the way, today
Is dire, so they conspire
To correct the wrongs in retrospect
To light, ignite
The media
And, as you’ll see my dear
The world will rearrange
Yes, it’s time for a change.

©2012 Hey Hey

if you dare

outa there
when the calm takes over, and share
yes share the skies
see how she flies
and know
let’s show

it’s jimmy; he never goes
and the time flows
like sand
all across the land
i see you follow
in every tomorrow

but i can’t stop this feeling
tho i can touch the ceiling
now comes the word
it was never so absurd
its the spell of her
blessed be the blur

so tell the souls
whoever controls
that this is the age
to turn the page
then smoke the air
if you dare

©2012 Hey Hey

Any Random Number

When random numbers catalyse the reaction of visions with thought,
or harmonies arouse memories of occasions with nought,
then there can be freedom, a pause
midst the turmoil and its cause.
The dangers disappear
though they are so near.

And here we sit
in the stink and shit;
the bodies that were,
those that did dare
to speak, when others fell
into their hell.

So the numbers stream,
and while it might seem
that more is less,
there will be redress.
How could they be forgotten,
for they are our begotten?

Why should ten there be one here, or fractions?
Why do our reactions
gainst nightmares in the sun
only put us on the run?
Can we not calculate
an end? Or is it too late?

If chance be the denominator
then what part of morality will be the attenuator?
Perhaps the vastness of this place
or the timelessness of the race
will serve to temper the truth conveyed by mischievous mathematicians,
else this could be timeliness; enter magicians.

©2012 Hey Hey

nothing

Why would I want to know that kids eat free?
Is it just me,
or do questions like that only apply to them?
Not to condemn
those that ask.

When teeth are clenched so tight that my head aches,
what still makes
me tick
when the wick
has burned out?

Tears are merely the void,
an attempt to avoid
the inevitable,
only agreeable
to those that know …

nothing.

©2012 Hey Hey

Fleisch

Eating in the afternoon
Eating under a cerise moon
Eating rare in the dark of night
Eating fleisch is always right

Sitting there under the stars, some shooting
Watching the little boys and girls go looting
I began to ponder on the luminosity
Of the power, and its futile pomposity

But hey, I put time aside and took a break off
To force the fleisch until it made me cough
Another day of the dripping soul
Sustenance to make me whole

The stars remained much as they were
Not quite enough light to read by, but they don’t care
I like that attitude, it’s just dandy fine
It reminds me lately alike as mine

So the story goes on, (with a snack to peck)
I splutter with the red stuff, but what the heck
Now listen well to this yarn of old
It features fleisch, it’s often cold

Those who say, “This is what to do.”
Are the very carriers of fleisch to you
So as they stress, “No vote should waste.”
Lick your lips, for they’re the taste

Of future’s change, not their domain
from ripping teeth they’ll feel the pain
And let them see who takes the bite
As they enter endless night

©2012 Hey Hey

Vignette

This vignette of me
is all you see.
But there’s more
here, not just this lonely bore.
Look toward these eyes.
That’s no reflection of the skies,
it’s the world inside,
a truth that I hide.

Between the drops of rain
is where to leave the pain.
In the sparkle of stars
and the passage of scars
is the reason for now
and the story of how.
Gaze deeper into these orbs.
Understand, as your realization absorbs.

Then there’re the days,
fleeting, but in such different ways.
The ones when heavy is not enough
to describe how tough.
Others remain forever
and some are missed altogether.
Yet here you are in my today.
Are you transient, or will you stay?

©2011 Hey Hey