take heed

to woe i say good morrow

awakening with thy sorrow

proclaim to dreams endure

that here is not so sure

as light doth strike thyne eyes

another day’s surprise

take tears away and warm

quell soon life’s gathering storm

tis now that all should be

a pact twix time and thee

for past and contemplation

are non but aberration

the here, the now, the thought

what evolution brought

take heed though as yee feel

for ideal might ne’er be real

©HeyHey 2013

those are the days

this madness in the afternoon

with eve emerging all too soon

‘tis oft that raises glass to lip

but Herzton words are cruel to quip

so breathe here several antonyms

as packages for all your whims

and recollect the times of awe

when sunrise made the day so raw

the night arrived, transition missed

of all excuses, we were pissed

©HeyHey 2013

eternity

a sliver of moon o’er dancing clouds

‘twas auburn and mauve that wrestled with trees

defying the edging stars

detaining a blackness that is forever

till the day was brought to her knees

and came the cosmic peace

insomuch coexists a mortal’s today

of solar rising and life-force passion

with love, toil and ardour

achieving a setting of heart

wondering in the even

eyes filled as the zodiac materialises

while darkness paints candles in messengers’ hands

in skyward repose, will reveal an eternity in one day

©HeyHey 2013

the longest night

good riddance to the longest night

with its moon in haze and stars in plight

with its chill to bone, of needle fingers

burning heart and white that lingers

yes, take your heed, o night of guile

when even music froze a while

in dullness brought as sombre mind

for time was staid, ‘twas so unkind

yet seemly might be thought your still

a photograph of all, a will

bequeathing somnolescence, purity

a clarity for all to see

‘tis pity, now we see the sight

the beauty in the longest night

©HeyHey 2013 (meant for the 21st Dec, but they come when they come)

without even seeing

as lips on the street

in December, they meet

o’er frost covered ways

we remember our days

and glance t’ward skies

a crystal surprise

in these times of yet poor

who asks of thee more

then, fresh corners we turn

each with passion to burn

walk upon littered joy

with its message, a ploy

arranged stealthily so

ought we stop, should we go

one more kiss fore decide

see a mouth open wide

home, we plunge the warm bed

no more can be said

‘twas cheer and beguile

and we stayed for a while

still see the bright smiles

the songs travelled miles

this touch here of love

surely came from above

but uneasy our sleep

new made joy will not keep

so from dream into wake

and to fragments did break

for now comes in mind

of such chill, were so blind

for we walked past the being

without even seeing

©HeyHey 2013

anticipating

if the future was real

it might explain the way that i feel

a reason to remain in the continuum

a solution to the so far numb

if today was true

i would be looking at you

with eyes that perturbed the very space

where we held our special place

if bygone was indeed a time

then these memories would be so sublime

since, before i knew you could exist

i imagined you through the transcendent mist

if never was actuality, a wall

a realm we could not break into at all

how might the emptiness unfold

with our stories not ever to be told

if eternity was designate our fate

upon this life is where i would wait

to be forever in ether’s domain

anticipating our extracorporeal refrain

©HeyHey 2013

Submerged

Forever is near

and the journey in fear

grips this heart;

but not the depart.

“Open thee a window,

please pass now, you haze;

afore comes the shadow

are stars to amaze.”

Taking last of this time,

the see, hear and touch,

what was so sublime

is now not so much.

Submerged here in bliss;

part of the abyss.

©HeyHey 2013

Knowing

Is this the day

when we understand

the movers and shakers,

the seeing, the blind,

the givers, the stealers?

Who comes in the night,

who manages the embers,

where shadows would be,

how comes the cold air,

when will we see?

But here are the answers,

the dreams that we pilfer

from days were curtailed,

the essence of cycles

and spells to reveal.

Now, knowing solutions

to ever and all,

is beginning the ending,

where soul is creation

and mind its repose?

©HeyHey 2013

let me explain

invisible to you, me

so … free

“As entanglement might allow,”

thinks, with a furrowed brow

maybe we could hide,

“But what of our pride?”

then what to do with your

sources, more

resources than

the honest can

muster

in this lacklustre

role we play

today

where they press the switch

(response is to twitch)

let me explain

where cometh your pain

living here among

furthermore, just a slip of the tongue

©HeyHey 2013

Cool

When forever seems too close

for comfort, and today’s beginning

remained in darkness, look into the eyes

of someone close by, known or unknown.

Then forever will seem brief,

darkness will be the sun, and

life will be cool.

©HeyHey 2013

message

when shit hit the man

a fine placed imbue

where all was began

its world, a début

chasing the scream

run, twat boy, run

unpicking the seam

but simply for fun

if only the way

twas meant not to be

a life full of play

of you and agree

close now to the end

the end of the pier

this message to send

but words are a smear

©HeyHey 2013

Listen

When the

tune hits the spot

then you know

you’ve got

what it’s all about;

no need to shout,

or show.

As you look

at the sky,

“Fuck!”

”Why?”

And then you’ve found

the sound

of someone telling you, “Who’d know?”

But please don’t ever crow,

for the music of a star

is too far.

So take the time

to listen.

Life will glisten.

Sublime …

©HeyHey 2013

a former dual illusion

a sentence to be sure of

intense as words might be

yet non could pen the true love

since mine eyes meet with thee

when distance is the morning

mere breath to captivate

your essence still adorning

but yet i cannot wait

into your sleep i enter

hope stirrings there to sense

in my world you are centre

in your dream i condense

two ether spirits fusion

no need to touch or see

a former dual illusion

for now lass you are me

©HeyHey 2013

here i am

here i am with all the waving

and yet you see just me

how can the fields pose craving

how does the light make see

i never knew my mother

perhaps the swell took all

unless i could not bother

or an amplitude too small

still, i listen to pitch resounding

directions everywhere

and in my head astounding

for that is all I care

o what becomes in distance

diminishment or less

how to explain existence

as mine your good is guess

©HeyHey 2013

spin

tentatively stepping on stones of blood and awe

but this is the time of considerably more

awe of life and knowing the night sky

blood merely for asking the question why

as bald men feel for hair to tear out

and crowds open their mouths but out come no shouts

they watch you watch them watching you

to see if the signs are true

and they are, so drink the potion of no despair

drink the whole flagon dry, as though you have no care

then toss the pewter into the sea

for whilst you are you, you are still me

here is an open hand upon which sits paradise

look at it while you spin your star-given dice

©HeyHey 2013

black eyes

and run them down her face

a terrace sewn in lace

like drops of misty morn

in coldness which were born

to tell a tale of woe

you wouldn’t wish to know

reside there in your peace

where all the world could cease

no sound or sight to fold

or mystery untold

take heart in unknown grief

no gift from wordsmith thief

why would thee angst acquire

ignite a hell of fire

for she but future might

or never set alight

so steer away from here

keep well away from fear

explorer, curse thy mind

for prying is its kind

with coming close to meet

is your unknown defeat

she reaches for your save

concealing there a grave

and then to see her smile

simultaneously taste her wile

for one kiss to ecstasy

can never more be free

the blade it enters swift

black eyes, these are your gift

©HeyHey 2013

as if

every note is a reminder of that song

when words seemed, o, so wrong

yet sit we close, the brink

eventually we could sink

but the melody does not cease

the crumbling does not ease

the pain of one hello

of never letting go

comes now the song once more

engrained as though was lore

this time it does not end

its message must it send

and we lay here in the sun

as if the world were won

©HeyHey 2013

wile the night

so, the thunderclouds have all but departed

as though rain drops never even started

and here comes the face of an orange sun

from your magic, girl, it is spun

sitting now on white sands, such tranquillity

breathing harmonies with the song of the sea

and as fine shells trickle through your toes

comes a smile that defines who knows

here’s a bed of sand where the sea can’t reach

the moon and friends shine on this beach

where in dreams we’ll wile the night away

never waking for the morning, closed our eyes will stay

©HeyHey 2013

This Is Sixty

They say the guy they nailed to a tree

is looking down on me.

Well, guy, this is 60 and where were you,

to tell me what was and wasn’t true?

No cries of, “Mind your way!”

or warnings of exponential decay.

No solutions to the ills of dreams,

or answers to why it’s never as it seems.

Yet the stars always arrived to reminisce,

lighting the fateful abyss,

and through this observatory glass

could more than one world’s jewels amass.

Not least, in spite of such absence above,

to date, it’s been a surreal passage across significant love

©HeyHey 2013

banknote

meine Damen und Herren, the time has arrived

we hope you are suitably imbibed

so as to unambiguously understand

that though the plan was very grand

the truth is out, as wizards say

and you, yes you, have had your day

as seconds tick t’ward the void

when all you know will be destroyed

just stop to think of her or him

the one you love, your Joy or Jim

for they will melt in fusion’s fare

you did not then, but now you care

if there be morals, chance to take

for never could there be in wake

so, to the lips and make it right

as never fore, your pleural plight

but if this tale could be arrest

what would you do, to do your best

here comes oblivion dressed in pure

vermillion has, you know, no cure

a trick of light did antidote

no suffering staid will this banknote

if in hell does counting on

heed, deeper still can you be gone

©HeyHey 2013

of love

this love of love

this touch of skin

not too deep, not too slow

just you, you know

like the restless tide

mind open wide

life coming in

let’s begin

now comes the dance

the dance of eyes

a soft embrace

a kiss, your face

the front on floor, cold floor

both need much more, yes more

the melding, one

upon, upon

comes state of bliss

did reach so high

the whole is near

eternity must appear

where else to go

lifeforms on show

gods we are here

you can disappear

©HeyHey 2013

fire

of questions sought t’ward the last

looking fore and ne’er the past

will sky tend blue elsewhere of star

or rainbow’s choice when took afar

o speak, yee magic bard, this spell

as I expire, implore do tell

 

tis heady in this phase of being

know not if thee are what one’s seeing

yet future’s clarity is sure

so eat this heart do I implore

and within it take the awe of real

afore a devil truth to steal

 

on this side, tell, surprise is less

than forever can or might confess

tis collaboration, all and more

beyond thine eyes, a leaden door

still, we of kind, outside desire

fear even heaven still has fire

 

©HeyHey 2013

was a dream

of summer nights with toxic sleep

perspiring into notch as weep

yet magic paradox, tis true

this phase is not when you are you

for here, the stars might pluck from air

as though the ether were not there

occasions when would wish no end

but others, never devil send

and so the story must unfold

throughout millennia has been told

to clarify what could reveal

existence, such a glimpse to steal

then to wake perhaps, or sleep

was a dream, or justly weep

©HeyHey 2013

A Page

A moon in shallow mist

Of dreams

As though concealing time

It seems

And as the passing stars

O’er look

Humanity, a page

This book

©HeyHey 2013

remember how

surreptitiously stealing food from my mind

you know the kind

looking straight into your eyes

while complimenting you with lies

and then they take your vote

with their smile, tie and coat

the graffitiness of their prose

who knows

the ends

or what the message sends

whatever the spiel

we are able to now reveal

that here ceases the deceit

from those who we never meet

politic will not

however begot

ever truth for life sustain

or write permanent my brain

remember how it ran

before partisan began

©HeyHey 2013

animals fucking

as to skies is blue

you to me are too

old

to make love in the snow, bold

as we are

it’s a step so far

for onlookers

sad fuckers

let’s do it

today, shit

happens, and who really cares

about naked bears

©HeyHey 2013

live in the dream

travelling in a sapphire ocean of dream

having a kind of reality theme

coming up next is a looping melody

of an angelic choir in perfect synchronicity

this is your song, of days and nights and years

playing while you shed memories with tears

for here the refrain is infinitesimally small

where now is almost nothing at all

and the forgotten is, perhaps, part of the spell

in the story that your mother knew all too well

one of passing through the barriers of this

to transcend even definitions of bliss

in the surf of significance you are the whole

to live in the dream should be your goal

©HeyHey 2013

orange red

when the orange red

of your time

sinks to the horizon

of my own

and leaves the azure

to another day

then see different worlds

dividing love

through moments, colours

and space

©HeyHey 2013

what does this say

life has become musac, grey and numb

prosaic, subterranean and then some

bette davis’ eyes no longer sparkle

the blue sky is no longer remarkable

but then I turn in the darkness to you

and in your sleep you pull us through

in times like these

tis the rationalisation disease

the mornings oft seem as though

to glance over, you know

then re-enter the slumber, twas sweet

is the better deal, admit defeat

then your eyes, they open, and I wonder

of the dawn light, could I become fonder

what does this say of my fate, carved stone

or flowing with the melded dreams, yet still alone

©HeyHey 2013

The Ether

Yes, there is an

ether. Can’t you taste

the fear in dreams,

where the mind meets

reality? Where the nature

upon which we stand

is revealed? Where the

caress of love is repulsion,

not the attraction of similars,

but the compatibility

of opposites?

The ether has the

answers. Passing life from

the unknowable real to the

visions in unconsciousness.

And from the visions come

revelations. Understanding that

we are not what we are, we

are not where we are, we are not

when we arise. But the whole

picture is larger and smaller

than we could ever imagine.

©HeyHey 2013

Inspired by Paul R. Heyl. Is There An Ether? Scientific American. Jun, 1930

Medication, Solution

Love, in its many forms, has

and does make the human spirit

whole. Love, in its many forms,

has and does make the

human being under control.

Hate, in its many guises,

has and does make the

human spirit shake. Hate,

in its many guises, has and

does make the human spirit

break. Time heals, in their many forms,

all ills. Time dissolves,

in their many forms, all pills.

©HeyHey 2013

creation’s labours

while another day grows around thee

air and light and motes surround me

the slow thought of waves

saves the transition

from inside you in dreams

to aside you it seems

and here i lay

where i want to stay

as rays turn spells into warm breath

the breaking future wells

into now

and how

once more the ordinary appears

in these extraordinary years

as commonplace

slaps me in the face

to be one

moreover to be here, gone

previously in stardust’s settled home

now grievously dethroned

but not to care

for now you and i are everywhere

while another day grows around thee

creation’s labours still astound me

©HeyHey 2013

too bloody thin

it’s good to scratch the skin

but not till it’s too thin

when the blood backs up in nails

then the purpose all but fails

and the pleasures life diminish

so time once more to finish

likewise as liquor feeds the feeling

much like writing from the ceiling

though without a mémoire aide

inspiration seems to fade

just like all the sober prose

where once the verve arose

so adjuncts to nature rule

resembling actor of the fool

for the very essence high

enables sight beyond the sky

ahh, but still scratching of the skin

now it’s got too bloody thin

©HeyHey 2013

all of this

there’re too many clouds

and i need the stars

i need the limitlessness

the space

the intervals

all of the yesterdays

there’s too much noise

and i need the silence

i need the vacuum

the quiet

the tranquil

all of the peace

there’re too many images

and i need the black

i need the white

the transparent

the spectrum

all of the imagination

there’s too much heat

and i need the cold

i need the frozen

the motionless

the still

all of the sculptures

there’ s too much time

and i need the now

i need the present

the fraction

the infinite

all of forever

there’re too many spells

and i need the reality

i need to know

the truth

the certainty

all of this

©HeyHey 2013

flickering photographs

crying over flickering photographs

dreaming the many refrains

here are the words in epitaphs

and so it rains

when cometh the easiest sleep

should we overlook the sunniest of days

in the memories we keep

or look higher for the rays

here in the forever

it’s not so different as the morning begins

with ties to sever

from you and sins

flying is easier without such wings

or thoughts that bind or hands that hold

gone are sunrise eternal rings

here the time is more than gold

©HeyHey 2013

half the question

when we ask but half the question

tis only a suggestion

of what we do

and who are you

still, we look at stars and test

our understanding of the rest

through placid eyes so weak

and distinct from the answers we seek

and when some go

they take with them what they really know

never to be retrieved

irrevocably deceived

in the love of times gone by

when we knew it was so right to try

remember we had solutions to it all

and then came the fall

©HeyHey 2013

see the mystery

some alive, some dead

all using the same words unsaid

and the days keep rolling on

sometime they’ll end in joy

said the thoughts of a two-headed boy

who wished he was the one

each silver-tongued flake

who never made a mistake

told the same story this morn

of escaping to that star

it’s really not so far

especially for those that don’t get born

and as you ponder upon the way it is

as though this, time, was a mere quiz

then divide the present between us all

cover your eyes to see the mystery

the future before it’s history

while we take the fall

©HeyHey 2013

plea from here

sometimes there is no reason

for the tears or the out of season

but still they come

and some

they say you’re always alone actually

and though in the day that’s all matter-a-factually

true, when the night draws

loneliness bares his claws

and should some songs know me like an ego

they know nothing of where I can go

come with me to hear and see no more

fly through the corporal door

its here where you can leave behind

all things life and so unkind

©HeyHey 2013

At World’s End

When WE go, we really go

You know the story

Crawling on knees to the door

Just a crack and the cool breeze

Laying on soft warm oak

Till the spinning stops

Or the world ends

Then the blazing sun

And the laser light cutting across eyes

Now the air is warm

And the stink is vile

The piss-soaked boards are the story

The dusty air, like a previously hidden cosmos

And the music, shattering silence

That vibrates like falling through a gale-cast void

With no end in sight

And no way to stop

Outside the means of hearing

Beyond the comprehension of you

And here we land

Resting for this short time

Afore the chemistry is united

Until the story writer is wordless

When the final page turns

The blank whiteness reveals all

©HeyHey 2013

scratched her away

scratching a dying,

then fingernails for food

said, “no more,”

and bled a little less

but the royal juice was sustenance for the taxman, axeman, waxman, knacksman.

get the drift

was ready, waiting, longing

for the last breath;

he scratched a living from the exhaled,

kept the words, expelled the air.

oh no, not again,

the rain has left her dry,

within a Planck of skin

to leave her contour,

after life

scratched her away.

©HeyHey 2013

the bow of iris

of light and air and water true

coalesced in eyes, beheld are you

and those perceive must humankind

all other, sentience left behind

thy bow, an arch of finest rays

will arrows through the darkest days

while melding forms and golden sun

thus halcyon hearts has truly won

©HeyHey 2013

a gift to others might liquefy

thawing came to me too late

twas something never contemplate

but ice did leave albeit slowly

in an atmosphere reminiscent holy

and as the mist and vapour cleared

the harmonies that i once feared

throughout the journeys and the ages

now turned from tomes’ expressive pages

and words they spilled forth from my lips

a corona-like, mind-brain eclipse

such a wealth of passion aching

and light as though a world in making

then met the eyes of those so blessed

as souls and memories acquiesced

their futures now thus predicated

gone are days anticipated

the end, beginning, present wedded

through flesh, compassion so embedded

thawing came too late to save

this awe inspired and lowly knave

but read on to the very end

for perpetuity he does send

a gift to others might liquefy

and meltankos should so defy

©HeyHey 2013

A Drive-by Glance

How did it ever come to this,

a drive-by glance

might spark such bliss,

the catalyst to take a chance,

one dream to steal a hurried kiss?

How can augment of humankind,

as nature naught expound?

Tis though all gods of trouble mind

a fresher charge had found;

and now the stars are realigned.

How could blue eyes pierce well a soul,

angel hands soothe still a brow,

and fortune gift to one a whole,

perchance to happen now?

To this my heart is stole.

©HeyHey 2013