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

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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

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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

 

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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

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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

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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