not even none

When your eyelids close

half, not the whole, not a pose

we know the time is right

tranquil, not clear, not so tight

and the words, they end

completely, with ether blend

we know the time is here

forever, not seconds, not briefly disappear

no sound, vision or mind

alone, not two, not even one kind

we know the time is gone

the past, not history, not even none

                    

©HeyHey 2019

chords of life

the chords of life they warm the air

lifting hearts with celestial fayre

and those who step beyond their care

hear angel voices everywhere

the chords of life they calm the day

not wishing for the souls to stay

or demanding they should pray

but easing thoughts in every way

the chords of life they fill the dream

so each accomplishment will seem

a monumental changing theme

when looking deeply to that stream

the chords of life they know the time

and recognise an ending climb

so whether old or in the prime

just one more step could be sublime

the chords of life they never end

their task providing, smiling, send

and with each day of patience tend

the line where bodies-spirits blend

©2005 Hey Hey

Negotiation

Information, instigation, inflammation

Exaggeration, exclamation, exploitation

Rumination, reputation, regulation

Confirmation, consternation, castigation

Asseveration, accusation, altercation

Degradation, desperation, detonation

©HeyHey 2019

more is less

here is the hour

that has 61 minutes - a veritable normality

in the reality

that takes a lifetime or more to scour

and as this I write

you read it

thinking, “Shit!”

maybe he’s right

for this evening rolls

on, and on

which the quantum insists is one

yet faith controls

each being, a soul incorporated

into motes of stuff

an entity, or bluff

trying to become emancipated

but dreams upset

the narrative

the prerogative

believed by them to beget

so, on to more

but more is less

ahh, bless

it’s such a bore

©HeyHey 2019

Themes

Themes are all we have, in this rhyme of stars:

opaque windows on the vastness

bestowed by consciousness.

Their creators, we, have illusions of the grandiose

and the infinitesimally small, nay, nothing,

but no sense of whether wake or dream.

It’s as though we cast a spell

and a curse

was granted:

we see

but we can never understand.

©HeyHey 2019

Trapped in Dreams

Hypnotised by the underexposed clouds
in this dream with overexposed mouths,
I imagined that the light and the wind and water
were stars and wine and wonder.

And as dreams do, they wander,
or stay forever a love, like a daughter.
Still, here is the reality for now, sun and souths
with corners, away from crowds.

Then fast forwards the life, but missing the end,
and the party, the dying in arms,
that wine (again),
the burn.

Regrettably, most dreams end with no learn,
for the ether lacks a pen.
And her compliance, her charms,
were wasted messages to send.

©HeyHey 2018