amberness

when you’ve seen the amberness
an illumination with such tenderness
emerging from improbability
moreover, a sign of precise normality

when you’ve seen the amberness
across fields of beautiful loneliness
satisfaction is walking a dusty track
as the sun turns its back

when you’ve seen the amberness
clearly from the ensuing abruptness
of the twilight transition
this might be a glorious apparition

when you’ve seen the amberness
all that remains is divine continuousness

©2009 Hey Hey

side-effect

they said that no thing is without side-effect

thus, with the ebb and the flow
of life’s wakefulness
came a tangential world; a consequence
that was awareness in unconsciousness
where the impossible was possible
and your seconds became my time
past actions became present reactions
or not
as the case
might
be

so
inevitably
it has come
to pass
that the shape of my tomorrow
has been fashioned
in the mists of dreamscapes
where spells, cast in cerebral shadows
were deterministic, however subtle
becoming the very me that was the other me
or not, as the case might be

©2009 Hey Hey

occurred?

looking through this looking glass
to see a world so full of crass
examining one another’s ass
and wishing the time of yesterday
today
stay?

hiding from this new frontier
not letting in or letting near
inertia without form or fear
mere seconds might a life dispose
decompose
repose?

observing at this comfort zone
how the thoughts of if have grown
but in the end to be alone
to shelter in the spells of word
absurd
occurred?

©2009 Hey Hey

Another Way

Happiness is where you
Dream
Where everything is true
Or so it would seem
Where our star
Has an amber glow
Apparently not so far
For those that know

Understanding is where you
Imagine
Where the sky cannot be blue
According to choline
Yet the chemistry of words
Is all there is to say
Impenetrable as thirds
Hiding this universe away

To love is where you
Are
Where the reasons are few
And the methods so bizarre
But without it, revolving ends
The meaning will dissolve
Clearly, this message sends
Another way to solve

©2009 Hey Hey

Exclusive Kiss

When the light came
Was it you or was it the same
As you are to me
The light is … just free

And then there is this
Reality, or taking the piss
As this is to all
Where is the wherewithal

Might there be more
Alternatives, or one universal law
As more is to less
Here is the me … bless

Then friends from afar
Said this or that’s where you are
As you are to us
Giving vibes … a special buzz

So when we say, hi
Will you laugh or cry
As heart is to bliss
We send you this exclusive kiss

©2009 Hey Hey

man in the screen

hello
man in the screen
now the windows have gone

were you always watching me
write the words
sing the songs
sob the tears

or do you appear
only when we’re alone
in the quite night

where do you go
when the smiles
raised by familial girls
quench the sombre days

or when sons ask for help
and worthiness
casts a net
to draw in close

hello
man in the screen
now have they gone

©2009 Hey Hey

are you ...

… sure of this
as the day turns into night
and your vision loses light
that this is …

… all there is
when one hand touches air
and the other touches …
… where …

… are you
in the molecular maze
of continuous days
as true …

… is to
here, and lies
are to
endless skies

are you sure of this …
… where nothing really is
could hands in time be true …
… and is this really you

©2009 Hey Hey

friends

only friends can hate this way
scars from making love, will stay
like marks that stretch with child
those nights, so mean and wild

forever, a process more than time
resembling comradeship in crime
seeing the worst there is in all
no rise before the fall

the black in words oft said
no kisses fore the bed
and warmth from just one touch
could quench the fire so much

then, a turn to catch those eyes
says all, friends have no surprise

©2009 Hey Hey

sun

passed that long day
when leaves darken
and corn lightens
lovely moons appear
but the sun will soon be gone

head for the glass house
where the clouds are warm
and the view is clear

but without you
umber skin will fade
when there is no star
no centre stage

©2009 Hey Hey

this

so, this is the world
where needles sting and stay
as sunshine falls while buskers play
to discover afresh the new tears
when old stars die, leaving fears
of change
but the order will rearrange

so, this is humankind
the dominant, the cerebral
imagining that this is not so terrible
where love has only one lifetime
passing more than its ordained prime
still, though the words are gone
the music might linger on

so, this is immortality
without concern for precedent woes
such matters hindering said repose
yet, the player’s tunes
and the fortuitous moons
are reminiscent of that gentle touch
when humans had so much

©2009 Hey Hey

so real

this drug is the mind
as high as you will
and far as can be
for oft should play here
where all is so real

chemtrails to imbibe
changing these insights
of you, perchance could
don’t go there, is not
so real as might seem

then from a milieu
the purest abstraction
such worthy contender is
surely the signature
from all that is real

yet, edges thus straight
from a distance, not eyes
of the mind, where
fractures the geometry
of real, not so real

©2009 Hey Hey

so as a pyre

another morning gift of fire
would only catch the roof, so as a pyre
and ceremoniously take aloft the ash
of brazen haven homes, of cash
for that is all in eyes of plunder
a stamping ground, not wonder
and as the open view is gone forever
there is no sign of man so clever
who has left the land this fate
but its anger will not dissipate
the red blood rising halts for none
nature and her sun, they know the one
another morning gift of fire
did catch the roof, so as a pyre

©2009 Hey Hey

steps (song)

two steps to go
and back to know
the freeway days of couldn’t see
what was becoming then of me

counting each
as it would reach
the time to take such care of you
understanding less, yet knew

but the sun so fresh, again she came
to make each sigh or laugh the same
a past of losing
slowly cruising
through
the blue
not caring for the memory
not wanting familiarity
to be
so free

counting each
as it would reach
the time to take such care of you
understanding less, yet always knew

©2009 Hey Hey

tchnealtihoaiatswstryatveotnbtcbrwkocfteoo

this condensate has no end
and, like ice holding on
as it approaches the sun
will succumb
to recycling
yet, at the very end
or the next beginning
there could be respite
who knows
or cares for
the event or outcome

©2009 Hey Hey

imagination's light

when darkness takes the security
a void of thought retains its purity
and the demons of forever night
are hindered by imagination’s light

so, in the space of timelessness
perhaps the very consciousness
creativity can preclude all fear
as though reality might truly appear

then take such precious opportunity
that could be no more than fortuity
to escape the mortal and molecular
becoming life spectacular

be thus a dedicated student of introspect
for darkness is here, but not so perfect

©2009 Hey Hey

we know

though this is spring
a sinister wind has put the day to bed
maybe these times of understanding
nothing will end as the night passes

could the dreams of yesterdays
help to ease the transportation
into vacant perpetuity
or will eternity dilute
the memories of the kisses, the sighs

where might we travel
what is the purpose of any journey
a sojourn yes, but why
this is still here as we return
and that is the only destination

so, can the summer ever appear
or would a better alternative be
that these dreams will such continuum
as to never suffer the reality of tomorrow

and we know what the day will bring

©2009 Hey Hey

hiding

as your eyes close, death is in me
with the escape of fleeting awareness
leaving sadness here, to press
another soul, and bear
the brief sense of pain, of life

this death will, and should
tell of hunger, thirst, isolation
for, amongst corpses, is the stuff
of you, and the time now to be
but more, to perceive

hiding in the darkness that is
or the brightness that was
is the fate of all who dare
yet the unborn have no idea, that
the passing makes it all worthwhile

©2009 Hey Hey

paintings

such paintings
of the blue sky
random with clouds
or the black with stars
are no trivial art
for elusive
as the image of
the very condensate
that life energizes
truth in all there was
there is, there will be
is the canvas
the paint
the artist

©2009 Hey Hey

aloof

‘tis never the time
to say nor do
for, ever is too long

and you, oh you
with this temporary spell
could tell an eternal tale
of smile and song

and while we rest
to listen
stars, they glisten and fade
‘til we are gone

our escapade
becomes none, yet
your story will persist
timeless, kissed by truth

and so aloof

©2009 Hey Hey

the journey

as the character of this affection
has mellowed
from that new viridian
in an early spring
to a sun-bleached meadow
where memories
of the transient fire
remain true
in countless sighs
and limitless dreams

then here, on the navigable road
not the distant source
nor the destination
but singularly
the force of travel
that is love
the journey, without vehicle
more notion than creation
still, there is this open hand
to hold

©2009 Hey Hey

enigmatic magic

magic is real, you know that
but beyond the window
they don’t always understand
how a simple look
can change the whole sky
that a mere thought
can transform a day
into a lifetime

this enigma, such life as yours
beyond a waking time
into dreams and imaginings
of so much more
where now is gone
and everything is everlasting
where none is this
yet you are all

©2009 Hey Hey

share blue away

as grace is wonder in this day
when sun and moon share blue away
then stars must take celestial high
keeping secrets, how and why
and if the world left few amiss
should soothe in dreamland with a kiss

fortuitous is the time we spend
in make-believe, shall not forefend
the way it is, and while seconds
come and go, amends
shall last forever
fading non or never

to you, o’ darling child, sleep sound
for i will always be around

©2009 Hey Hey

beloved Katie Rayne

no reason

i kept those words as you closed the door
the thoughts pressing hard against
whatever constrains them
for some reason
but for no good reason

but this time they remained
and as the minutes passed they filled the air
they were in my head, in the room
in the dark
and then in dreams

i kept those words as you opened the door
easily concealed within
whatever conceals them
now there was no reason
to tell you i miss you

©2009 Hey Hey

where can we begin

travelling in the widest open places
that imaginings allow, where faces
rush for recognition, then they are gone
again, everyone

a fusion of day and dreams
within the grey, it seems
is insufficient to explain
or retain

so what of this constrained mentality
perhaps merely a higher order hospitality
with sense transcending its owner’s domain
yet, this is where we remain

looking outwards, looking in
with all of that history, where can we begin

©2009 Hey Hey

hearts of our youth

this chair in the coffee bar is so cold
next to the window it always avoids the old
who sip short lives away
perhaps spending their final day

scrutinizing through the glass, made opaque
by dirt, that disconnects this wake
from the world in a frame
passing by with no name

yet a child stops, exhaling plumes of breath
contrasting vitality with this cafe death
looks, through unfocused eyes
into the heaving void beyond, and cries

stay free, in the joy of unbounded infancy
avoid the craving for caffeinated necromancy
where is your mother’s hand
to guide you, help you understand

a cold wind of the past
enters with an opening door, at last
food for miserable decaying souls
of limited but well conceived goals

this chair in the coffee bar is so cold
chilled by the vampires that are the old
no-one will acknowledge the truth
we are but the digested hearts of our youth

©2009 Hey Hey

captivating

and i watched you so closely
in your faraway mind
with delicate hands
absent in time
making good the day
with rose petal fragranced solace
on moonlit skin

one touch adding tenderness
another an alabaster glow
but then the sweetest eyes
looking inwards
on the charms of a passing day
hence said your smile
of captivating love

©2009 Hey Hey

reconcile

maybe everything is beyond the final star
another place or a new time, but so far
and if the hand of causation
scattered existence there, could imagination
recognize the gift with curiosity
comprehend such generosity

moreover, if reason should be found within
at the point where zero might begin
the ultimate, assembled with answers
released in melodious strings and dances
and songs telling moments in space
where each instant knows its place

perhaps then, to reconcile the obvious with the enigmatic
ought be faith in the infinite as axiomatic

©2009 Hey Hey

re-emerging

as vast as the death after life might be
it pales with the depths of uncertainty
of where the beginning was
and which end we speed towards
of how the sentience evolved
in ether, where all revolved

a convenient duality merely describes
the impenetrable reality that nature prescribes
illuminating scriptures of hypothetical chains
that imprison passing time ‘til singularity remains
from where creation might ever escape
to recycle the universal landscape

thus, thoughts now lost in supra-organic mystery
still could re-emerge with celestial history

©2009 Hey Hey

a heartbeat each

a heartbeat each

as we tread this path, so time worn
of fragile grit from lime stone
the seasoned horizon beckons home
yet the weathered mountain reckons none
but nature’s tormented conqueror
will succeed, a lamented journey
with fond acquaintances and regretful loss
of cerebral prose in mindful waste
so, we come to life’s stage annuity
a view of fate, each page explicated
beyond the help of god or change, surely
as the lack of means to rearrange order

these few steps to count, a heartbeat each
cannot retrace the course or defeat destiny

©2009 Hey Hey

complacency

this power of complacency
that we use to quell the mastery
of time over the inflationary
object of political flattery

combined with

the procrastination and doubt
that subdues the shout
a voice to kick them out
for what it’s all about

results in

disappointment with foreboding
as we see the cameras they’re loading
and the freedoms eroding
with our patience exploding

©2009 Hey Hey

the will

let the darkness of forever fall
and the incalculable separation

yet where there is naught
rises opportunity for doubt

perhaps only in imagination
can the uncertainty exist
and so a mind
might thus sustain

as the present soars asunder
in firmaments of the distance
we have in spaces and spells
look further

for then needs will marshal the will
and the remarkable could save souls

©2009 Hey Hey

where

where is your forever now
in this universe of emptiness
and platitudes
where have you gone
as the very light fails to stretch
between expanding eyes
where are the bonds
linking elementary lovers
in the eternal romantic night
where can we turn
as diminishing substance
transforms into ether
where once again
all has become nothing
waiting for something

©2009 Hey Hey

colours of thought (inchoatus)

the fireworks of painting behind closed lids
in a single mind, where no-one forbids
this is where real art is
where one can do the biz

holding breath ‘til the sparks fly
and memorizing the reasons why
on canvas so the edges fade
and then the images are not betrayed

as lucid as a world of disbelief
is the spectrum of an unconscious thief
so the hues in this dream of nought
are the colours of one single thought

while the paint dries on a second’s term
reason will to impressions affirm

©2009 Hey Hey

Essence and Piss

Such a rarity, as might be bought by love,
where starlight now is truly history, thereof.
And entanglement, nature’s design for lovers,
who never should divide, as all above us,
is the very heart that binds the universal border
to the infinitesimal order.

Listen to the rise, that is the flow of life in
you, but only realized when senses begin
to diminish. For then comes the wonder
of the space between two parts. To separate, to ponder.
What is beyond the now and material?
Which of these, the thought, the touch, is the real?

Of the love essence and the this,
how to decide? Caress the lips of her, or to take a piss

©2009 Hey Hey

waves

the wow factor of waves
that even the strongest of hearts craves
washing away sand with the reddest sunset
but with it the greatest upset
for there might be nothing more
not even on a distant shore

the acknowledgement factor of waves
that on a human level behaves
like the signal emitted from all there is
yes, i am here, join in the quiz
is what you see what you get
but if you did see, would regret

the musical factor of waves
as a concentric circle so enslaves
taking to a heady height of thought
and there, so small to be almost nought
this is where waves reside
truly, madly, deeply, inside

©2009 Hey Hey

metamorphosis

given but opaque eyes
who will see
the metamorphosis
as the winter rain
here
washes clean
the bloodbath
of human endeavour
there

nonetheless
the tortured blind
still feel
each dawn
and through the screaming skies
hear
the exquisite songs
of creatures
passing

©2009 Hey Hey

Tuesday Coffee Time

As gloomy Mondays disappear like apparition mist
Morning of the next to wet the appetite of day
A nod to cheer the queue, no room for words
As words are all around
Overfilling cups, forgetting change
And these lips spill more than prose in flight

Tuesday coffee time is yours and theirs
Here is space to taste, to overhear, to tell
Open arms through windows
Who has the biggest smile
A table with its four, now eight
More to say, come and be, then gone

A passing beckon, stand here, no room to wait
Yet time to breathe, the pungent high
Of joy, or rush, of this , or that
Of nodding heads, and jingling coins to thank
A wink across the din
The hubbub that says ‘til the morrow

©2009 Hey Hey

unfinished ring

and from this mundane dawn
came such delight
as irony is to astonishment
then here is a band that is to perfection
without a term, without need

insipid formlessness
the shapelessness of lacklustre
gave rise to simplicity in propinquity
to corporal craft of insight
from the strength of one gentle mind

encircling such beauty as pure air
supports a soul in medium
this silver ingot was blessed to be
so secretly flawed, yet wish deity worn
magicians toil, remain an unfinished ring

©2009 Hey Hey

rise

as reads the story in each sunrise
touched by the waking
they see this gold
and the sleepers
while their dreams incubate
imagination in souls
preparing for the day

then the sun
a bridge between the horizon’s past
with the bluest future
provides the means to really know
the truth
to love the sensation of warmth
and feel warm love

©2009 Hey Hey

Coffee Shop Monday

Like falling stars, landing in perplexity
Perhaps from a better place, yet here
On a Monday, against the streaked rain
To brush tangled, wet hair from
Sullen eyes, or shake a drop
From the end of a red nose

Looking in, as though a best friend
Might raise an eyebrow
Or a prodigal comet would show its plume
In a grey world
Where vaporizing bodies with steaming coffees
Return a smug half-smile, eyes look down

Three vacant seats protected from all sin
The outside might bring
Inoculated by a tenant overlapping a chair
A croissant wider than a mouth
Tells a longer story than words
As Mondays come and go, you know

©2009 Hey Hey

real

a chill, as ice never was
you got to me god
no deity here
but the man who would be
as titles are, you are god
and may you stay
for you are contrition
the thought that never was
a star in a black dreamscape
a waking
awaking
awake
alive
human
humane
here
now
real

©2009 Hey Hey

yes, you

as the seconds tick towards a dream
in another mysterious night of you
aside the bliss of warmth and breath
the tears in sleep, shed
when you disappear from lucid time
but hope to materialize
in a fairy-tale
this night
not to take away
or diminish
the perfume fantasy that is a life of
yes, you

here comes the tale
to ease the troubles
calm the rem
can this be true
which is the real
by day or dark
a soothing hand caresses storms of mind
a wealth in, almost real, golden rays
a sun, where moon in isolation bore
the weight that love conferred
in this dream as light hours
yes, you

©2009 Hey Hey

rearranging

watch those words, in these times of visibility
might see through the lovely, smiling credibility
the meanings, they are a changin’
systems are rearranging
now is the time for the people power
here is the means for the ‘every hour’
when communication doesn’t have to end
contiguous messages could send
we have the means to say
why should we have to pay
for the mistakes of the representatives
however argumentative
make a stake in the future
join the human adventure
rearranging is not deranging
it’s encouraging
enthusing
inspiring
loving

©2009 Hey Hey

Good luck, Obama, one day we won’t need you

morad’s nectar

yet, is there a smile in those eyes
perhaps pleasure of meeting
a glimpse by who
in an secluded mind

where else to find
these treasures of expression
but human

in a perspective
of isolation
as if the real, the truth
were only seen through
the suffering of such existence

or might there be no world
where children dance in satiation
and neighbours talk the day away
from plentiful hearts

moreover, how could lips
kiss love
near a distant sunset
as the sun rises here
to a cold
and lonely
new day

©2009 Hey Hey


Horizon’s photograph of Morad
http://flickr.com/photos/horizon/1129719140/

melancholic miles

take life, o master of the house
peel the brown skin of sunshine days
now burned in so many ways

walk the melancholic miles
passing those memories, the piles
of smouldering bones to douse

with no sweetened pill
see the traits in captured souls
through transparent hearts, so quiet

an unrelenting quenching of stars
not matched by born intellect
to translocate or protect

here then is no circle to revere
nor deity to fear
but a mere accumulation of scars

for this is life as it will
having the fractures and holes
eating a godless diet

©2009 Hey Hey

regularity

… this heartbeat …
… to bind love’s elevated rhapsody
with notions of angels …
… flying
in waves
that caress the very gravity …
… pervading all there is …

… a rhythm …
…tying ethereal wonder
and revered minds
together …
… in a pulsating union
of imagination
with the truly surreal …

… the vibration …
… of living heavens
raised to consciousness …
… how thoughts from
quintessential orbitals
could reign …
… with such regularity …

©2009 Hey Hey

severe illusion

in an age of severe illusion i took a reality placebo
with the understanding that side-effects would be maximal
perhaps
after swallowing i possibly saw the truth
that although everything was different nothing had changed
in a dream i slept
awakening to see shadows in absolute darkness
and more frames than were movement
but a single photographs content
where there had been there was or was not
moonbeams fell to the moon
sandy shores lapped the ocean
blinking washed the world free of the world
for whole or part of the timelessness
that my forgotten watch would have shown
unintended consequences might have included
assuming the existence of anything
fearing existence
and an out-of-head mindache
but these soon disappeared with corporal landing
stepping up onto terra firma i knew the sojourn had just begun
no illusions reappeared
i was cured
and in isolation i realised the world was surely insane

©2009 Hey Hey

there is this

another night falls upon the mind of who
the he, the she, the soul … the you
and rain runs down the distant window
while a setting star leaves mindful mellow
those final rays of orange could
turn drops of sanguine into blood

but a single thought should heal grey to white
the past, the sleep, the dream … the night
if care leaves through the open window
then time might take it all, so sallow
and obscured in portraiture
of oily sand within a mirage future

when the reality passes, there is this
the feel, the hear, the see … the amiss
as tears run down the east window
a moon-cast opaque and dancing shadow
of a world appears where it already stood
and yet, this could have been so good

©2009 Hey Hey

the red of

poppies, the red of
summer lives
or winter dreams
who’s petals fall from
life, the edge of
all we have
or the cycle
where love turns
you, the truth of
looking out
or falling in
to space with time
eternity, the thoughts of
yore and gone
or this rising morn
that illuminates
poppies, the red of

©2009 Hey Hey