a breath

over the course of a breath

were those thousand smiles

on a million worlds

around a billion stars

under the sigh of a stranger

rested for a moment

within one lifetime

that synthesised forever

by words of verse

fashioned from a void

and turned into a mote

to become a universe

over the course of a breath

©28the May 2010 Hey Hey

less became more

less became more

as lines drawn from pictures

of you

told a different story

hues became black and white

and shadows cast in portraits

of you

revealed hidden truths

the fullest scenes became pure space

when frames enclosing images

of you

set free an angel

©2010 Hey Hey

4 o'clock

whenever lonely turns to singing

cold remains at 4 o’clock

and though the hint is t’ward an amber

dullness weighs in, don’t you know

yet the far lit features over

whether rain or slow repose

will always take a glance for free

to make such veritable movie show

but wait, for stirrings signal wise

could have been so different here

where the tumbler fills with fresh

and more to splash a tepid smile

cannot resist a breaking sky

as to the paints do wind and blaze

more of yester, none remain

when 4 o’clock stayed here a while

©17th May 2010 Hey Hey

sincerity's neighbour

while you blow to make the seeds fly
the sunlight sparkles through your hair
on days like these
you don’t even care to know

incumbent upon sincerity’s neighbour
there you go again
looking
with those eyes

and the day flows by with the clouds
else who could provide light and shade
for your every whim
but exquisitely transient in each frame

where do you go when the brightness fades
when time closes another today
nonetheless, wishes to be in perfect reality
with dream companions, smiling at the outside

©13th May 2010 Hey Hey

where does

where does the you go
when not reminded
or in dreams
thoughtfully so
divided
it seems

where does the time hide
when not in chimes
or days
perhaps inside
rhymes
looking glass ways

where does the life exist
when not in mind
or of luck
such a twist
this different kind
should give a fuck

©9th May 2010 Hey Hey

who chose this one

when the breath
is all you can give
but take it all
you quiet diers

this day is the day
of such uncountable pasts
of unimaginable futures
who chose this one to croak

and you lay
punishing with those large, white eyes
and your dry lips say
this is you

©9th May 2010 Hey Hey

goings and comings

when eyes look nowhere in particular
they gaze to somewhere special
introspection, of god’s gift
as though the whole nature of reality
becomes unreal
and the reason for awareness
might disguise oblivion

then the rain
its cleansing gemstones
takes away the contemplation of nothing
and sensations return
your sweet faces return
in cool pastel smiles
and hands touch my hands

this is where we are
for not too long
inside or outside
the fleeting heart affairs
the passing strangers’ glances
the goings of old
the comings of new

©2010 Hey Hey

today's moon

yesterday’s yellow moon has gone
endowing fair fortune none
yet the sky was beautiful
and meaningful
when he dipped elusive feet
into orange fire, as though to meet
in masquerade, a tepid new
so becoming, his hood of Venetian blue
to take the day away
but he would stay
for hours, illuminating a mysterious sky
never wandering high
as might
a guardian knight

now today’s moon
returned so soon
not with an enthusiastic face
more with no face at all, in his place
behind the dark clouds of ever
today’s moon was much too clever

HeyHey ©29th April 2010

set entanglement free

here is a thought of
banishing the space and the time
of diminishing returns
to set entanglement free
from human endeavour
then, where all is accessible
to write simple words
that describe the reasons
through rhymes
and play
the unique music of forever

Beautiful Killing

Today’s orb rises quietly
Over this dewy garden
Where yawning flowers
Awaken
To release intoxicants in perfume
Unfold, revealing secret hues
Styled with infinity

A half sphere
Already too bright
For transfixed eyes
Burns orange glory
Of forever
Into memories
That are this dawn

Oh blazing deity
Our star revealed
Illuminate this morning child
Transform
Beyond revolving horizons
Astound as years evaporate
Afore your beautiful killing

©2010 Hey Hey

When

When you cry for an hour
Under an empty sky
When you crave a star
To tell the day
When the silence overwhelms

When you stand for an hour
Under rain clouds
When the world becomes opaque
And colours fade
When greyness is the morning too

When you’re cold for an hour
Standing on deep ice
When thoughts slowly cease
And life freezes
When time is only the past

When each desires but an hour

©2010 Hey Hey

A Sky Of Jewels

As I walk the night
Here is
A sky of jewels
Beset in forever
And the colours
Of memories
Shine on this eve
As you dream

As I walk the night
Here is
A shooting star
To vanish forever
But a spectacle
Of creation
For a night
As you dream

©8th April 2010 Hey Hey

to carry on

to carry on

when sweet bodies
are replaced with more love
and the spaces in days
become months and years
still knowing
those forgotten times
were so good
is all that’s needed
to carry on

when togetherness
can never be replaced
and the absence, just seconds
becomes months and years
knowing that
the missing time
could have been so good
is all that’s needed
to carry on

when dreams
replace moonlight melancholia
and the dark hours
become months and years
then knowing
that make-believe time
can feel so good
is all that’s needed
to carry on

©2010 Hey Hey

Poem 2222

When psychedelia
Meets necrophilia
There is a splash
A coloured rash
As the blood of life
Meets death by knife
In a night of bliss
Is this frightful kiss
By an edge, a slice
Touching once or twice
Releasing truth to pour
Caressing more and more
Til the lies are gone
And we all are one
Eating thoughts and rye
Never question why
Then the stench converts
Paradise now hurts
So it all resumes
And the smile exhumes
Take that
You fucking twat

©26th March 2010 Hey Hey

Dedicated to corrupt politicians everywhere

will out

will out

the day will out
with trials to spend
and mischief in a spell
yet take this heed
of pause to see
wish more be left to tell

while soothing notes
caress the air
accomplishments in sound
a wonder
of the heart will bless
the one who’s soul is found

the day will out
whate’er obstruct
for magic shall impose
whose thoughts curtailed
pass into dreams
and thus the book to close

©23rd March 2010 Hey Hey

another night

another night to put the day to bed
as though this day could ever hope remain instead
oh day, now gone, to wish that we had never met
in thanklessness could not more a day regret

another night to look reality in the eye
as though this reality could ever hope to die
oh reality, now gone, to wish that we could truly know
in thanklessness, yet satisfied that you will never show

another night to mark against the clock of being
as though this fraction of a clock could ever hope of seeing
oh clock, now gone, to wish that time had better spent of this
in thanklessness for taking yee the piss

another night to dream of days that might have been
and wake once more in thanklessness, philosopher’s chagrin

©27th January 2010 Hey Hey

the finest moon

the finest moon appeared this eve
not so perfect, but as a course might yaw
then of such deviation could conceive
humankind with distinction in spirits store

thus, look skyward lovers, midst your kiss
for in that passion will be reward to nurture
emergent more than formula in nature’s bliss
rather, a new lifetime of moonlight adventure

when eyes gaze into eyes, fresh like origin
aside must ordeal and misfortune’s secret quest
by an intangible spell cast from the lunar virgin
conferring freedom, whilst heavenly premise contest

take note the finest moon, with light and spells and love
take note the guardian who smiles upon you from above

©1st March 2010 Hey Hey

voice

can a voice, even when the words are hard
copy, say what went before, adding more
or adding less, ever bless
the race that has to face
the future
within this torture
that is now
tell me how
do we have a choice
evidently not
for in this backyard
we rot
we look to the sky
inevitably die
perhaps between
the ‘some’ are seen
but most appear
with fear then disappear from here
(though causally sincere)
without a choice
without a voice

©2010 Hey Hey

moonful joy

when lightness from the moon
falls upon your sleeping face
that gracious orb
has surely recognised
its sacrifice
for joy

as radiant moonbeams
reflect from this angels closed lids
he sees the wonder
in her eyes
he knows the secrets
that she wishes

whenever the moon smiles
perhaps the reason is she
for the secrets and joy
illuminated on his stage
could be the very essence of his existence
the compass for his trajectory

©26th February 2010 Hey Hey

A Special Day

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

Today was too short.
Still, profoundness will distort
the very absence of words.
Yet, so existentially absurd!
But who needs communication here?

Today has gone –
a day we were one.
But the years and the mystery remain,
as inviolate as we are sane.
Hey, these beautiful thoughts are all we need.

Today was a special day

©2010 Hey Hey

magic

i used to know the light
and its magic when the solitude took flight
alone in dreams, observing from on high
as a soothing sun would paint the forlorn sky
this was the time of castles in the air
and waking to the nightingales in prayer
of boats that rocked so gently upon the clearest seas
horizons were so distant they could never feel the breeze
now here, the memories of those days are souls to know
still illuminated, but now by this unfaltering celestial glow
where tides are ripples in eternal peace
whose influence washes over hearts, to never cease
i used to know the light
and its magic; hopefully you might

©19th February 2010 Hey Hey

the heaven of timelessness

when the wild winds are song
whose eons are fair, so long
of ragged peaks mid rolling days
and granite calling longer stays

oh air and free
to fly with these clouds, to really see
the horizon
release the sun, earliest emblazon

and synthesise fresh legends in light
to walk this stage, centre and bright
an audience, stilled, of ether blue
knowledged with unchanging view

then begins, chilled incandescent breath
intoxicate as any meth
for this is the heaven of timelessness
that to know is to be and caress

©7th February 2010 Hey Hey

When I Was Me

When I was me
In the days of then and free
The time was so long
And simple words made a wondrous song
Clouds were ever broken by blue
With sun or stars peering through
I could see
When I was me

When I was you
In the dream of love and true
The joy was so real
And there was nothing wished the world conceal
Songs were found in living breath
Light as mindful heaven’s meth
I could anew
When I was you

When you were me
In the mind and heart of we
The sense was to unwind
Then recombine a spiritually different kind
Where parts became a whole
And infinity was our soul
I could be
When you were me

©2010 Hey Hey

Where From?

A shabby chart was all between
this place and destiny.
Yet we continued
- returning was no option -
toward the featureless horizon,
a glassy sun our only companion by day,
a crescent moon to end the night.

“Where from?” was asked.
No mystery,
not even exclusivity.
Origins in happy times,
superseded by loving ways,
transient in irresistible
voyages.

So, these eyes meet wonder eyes,
across the bow,
fates linked
by adventure
and spirit,
to break a sparkling smile
for humankind.

©23rd January 2010 Hey Hey

Portrait Brittany

With songs like that
we could never break up,
portrait Brittany.
But voices fade; rustling
like isolated leaves,
freeze dried in the winter
winds.
And, anyway, this is not quite you,
whose penetrating
eyes, not seeing
me
- not seeing at all.
With eyes like those
we could never break up,
portrait Brittany.
We never made up Brittany.
We never made up.

©22nd January 2010 Hey Hey

Portrait by Nicki

Hues of Good Fortune

Painting, “You are beautiful,”
in mind
is so easy,
for as truth is to birth
then your face is to love.
Yet oils might blight
this canvas,
this life,
that beckons such a smile
into eyes.
Will you stay
with the pen
in this hand?
Or will the tremors of days
loose the hues
of good fortune
upon this waiting world?

©22nd January 2010 Hey Hey

For Jono, who paints

symphony

symphony, who art such mind
elevated whilst consideration cannot find
reason as the flesh and soul unite
defeating even self so erudite

accompaniment doth voice ingratiate
enabling consequence to contemplate
yet, resultant empathy be constrained
since still hindered is this vitality enchained

now seeking thus of purpose and of cause
will discord or in harmony reveal few flaws
while nature did in instrument anomaly expose
the very essence of said mystery depose

but rest all of limitations, reasons have no place
for simple melody of hearts, ‘tis nobility with grace

©21st January 2010 Hey Hey

Realignment

This night
there was a realignment of ..
something.

Maybe it was love,
admitting
in the absence
of light
and in timelessness,
a reality ambience,
a true emptiness,
above
the corporal embrace,
beyond the dreams -
leaving no trace.

There, silk clouds
swathed mountain peaks
with flowing streams
of peace,
or shrouds
where life seeks
its release.
        
Still there is this night,
so significant,
coalescing the plight
that is Earth
and consciousness,
inevitably incumbent -
perhaps a renaissance, an awareness,
resembling a rebirth
in freedom – as a dove.

©2010 Hey Hey

freezing whilst the planet fries

we were too busy being globally warmed
planetarily harmed
to make good plans for wintry weather
when the heat just doesn’t bother
yet the roasting might resume
anytime I presume
but in a different way
and on another day

so we sit in front of fire
turn up heating one notch higher
emit carbon to our hearts’ delight
watch tv for the footprint fight
as forecasts for tomorrow
hit no targets, beg or borrow
yet the future could be bleak
but just not quite this week

©2010 Hey Hey

Writer Of This Life

The elusive writer of this life
Sharpens a fresh quill
For to pierce more deeply
The paper of a finite trail
As chronicle
Whence liquid narrative
Liberates tormented days
Resembling tears
That stain a weary face

And as time
Turns into a prosaic dream
Becomes another immortal
Or so said
Through blood

©2010 Hey Hey

another short sad day of love

you left your night clothes so close
that you didnt really go
nonetheless the night returned to darkness
and i listened until the motor
dissolved in the distance

just another short sad day of love
when we ate and kissed
away the world
with orange juice and tv
an irretrievable episode

then forever came early
and two transient hearts
that snow and mist appeared to hide
melded with the day’s close
in remote yet entangled ecstasy

still the end was without you
since the end is inevitably alone
but when the candle dimmed
a fire began in the sky
as your song lit another star

©2010 Hey Hey

tolerance

this smoke is so blue
not very reminiscent of you
but the curvaceous cloud
stands still within the crowd
as though the very heart
of the world might depart
as though the deep spirit enshrined
had been deity signed

this smoke is not so tolerant
hardly remaining extant
in the tubes of the glory makers
or the piss takers
it percolates the time
searching for the crime
finding stories not the truth
turning heaven azimuth

this smoke is the life you lead
taking stock of mouths to feed
sending messages to the front
choking dogs out on the hunt
maybe it will choke you too
stopped instead of passing through
matching in your solemnity
both of blue tranquillity

©2009 Hey Hey

Winter Words

Winter words they crystallize
Clear meanings, that materialise
In breath, from souls of yaw
Where translucent images they draw
And the beating breast does slow
Amid such spectacle, charged to know

Winter words they conserve
Resurrecting all ought deserve
While the webs of ice so adorn
Those ne’er forgotten nor forlorn
Proclaiming devotion to vitality passed
Though frozen now, with eternity cast

©19th December 2009 Hey Hey

the ocean of asphalt

to find out this way
to see the world i ignore
appear in blood
in front of my face

i cant help shedding tears
for the people i don’t know
who live so close reaching
across the ocean of asphalt

who put their cards
through my letterbox
with no word
wishing

to find out this way
to see the world i avoid
appear
so soon behind my laughter

this is the worst
worse than not knowing
now knowing
the cause of the traffic delay

©2009 Hey Hey

complete

when the beautiful sound of her
becomes the glorious sight of her
the moment is complete
the day is complete

©2009 Hey Hey

becoming one

becoming one with days
and resting where the truth, her ways
now understood
the duly sifted memories, that should
never be misplaced
for time and tears cannot be replaced

o’er fields that run
with early green, then glistening golden sun
the fortunes that could be made in thoughts of yaw
but yielding to the call of that she saw
so, regretful eyes of lost opportunity
shed life, the price for this unity

and here will rest
at the end or beginning of a fateful quest
perhaps of time, the treasure
spent or lost, its measure
though seemingly cast in stark algidity
still, who’s masquerade be joyful eternity

©2009 Hey Hey

'tis six

a six o’clock take on essential blues
drawing curtains, kicking shoes
while rules are melting bourbon ice
the need has gone, now imprecise
in here the furnace warms the word
that outside came just so absurd
but danger would to speculate
presumptions not articulate
for six might ever write said prose
into such spells transform who knows
where inclinations to repeal
what was become, is now anneal
unable in this dream secure
escape the mystery world obscure

©2009 Hey Hey

so calm, a sonnet of fury

its terrible to be so contrite
when proof of angels turns to shite
and pissing onwards in the wind
is just the least to ought, rescind
the faithful words, observe
the gall, inadequacy, the nerve

in these times of trials, believe
or bravely take the pill, deceive
the offerer of hands who sends
saying still that vinegar and paper mends

how could the foot soldiers so calm
defeat the enemies of mind, as vietnam
fury yet persists, and totalled is the sanctity
that died in blood soaked enmity

©2009 Hey Hey

ago

ago is here again
the long time ago that should never
but now we have ago that will last forever
and the music and wine
everything was fine

maybe was only then
when maybe was perhaps as good as this
remembering maybes with every kiss
with first eyes for to keep
it never was so deep

future was a distance when
the only future was much more of now
and the future would explain how
we might ever know
such a time ago

©2009 Hey Hey

not the end

he tells me a year will end
for him on the 31st, and for me it will end too
yet not a simple end of the year
rather, a time to reappear

it will end in a commonwealth of beard
(a grey me and a grey you)
whose reciprocal thoughts we send
to where prose are never feared

so, how does it feel, approaching end days
as the glorious past disappears with each new word
and where the completely absurd
future is surely ablaze

be born again as the new spells begin
though striking the dozen will always win

©1st December 2009 Hey Hey

possibly in progress

in platonia

in platonia there is no need to reminisce
here the memories coalesce and all there is, is this
where taking back words and deeds from the dead
cannot be contrition, rather misdirected instead

in platonia there is no need to exist
though imagining dreams is hard to resist
but these motes of dust are facades in sleep
where sunshine in ether was never to keep

in platonia there is no need to explain
because there was once, there is ever refrain
and as the end comes the journey will start
all meaning united, a singular heart

©2009 Hey Hey
Thanks to Tim Story for inspiration

true essence

the petals of this rose are you
an erstwhile angel for the few
recounting as the layers unfold
and moments of your life are told

‘tis sweet, your music in the sun
and with the breeze notes gaily run
sending perfume’s heady wave
to drift amongst and so enslave

yet not the least is colour, you
of heaven, a celestial hue
to lend the season’s joy today
whilst painting memories here to stay

though petals of this rose be real
ne’er could true essence, you, reveal

©2009 Hey Hey

dream of humanity

the blue faded
and the soothing waters
of our birth
receded
into an endless night

memories of creation
and the passion
for constancy
disappeared
with the iota
whilst the inspiration
for discovery
and truth
enveloped each soul
without retrospect

though the spell of time
had been broken
and spacial kingdoms
vanquished
humanity
remained precedent
beyond even
the supraethereal journey
towards
this singularity

©2009 HeyHey

of life

this overwhelming moment
to hold a rose
within a lonely morn
in cold sunshine mist
… a pale blue sky
… such redness
… soft petals
of life

not the rose
nor rising sun
rather being of
unique experience
in warm thought
with freedom
to spend these limits
of life

so turns a day
with little time in mind
yet traverses the sun
through moon
… events and objects
… sensations and sensitivity
the passage in precision
of life

©2009 Hey Hey

virtually real

such tired times
“listen, the liberty bell chimes.”
to be in awe of coffee drinkers
sitting in mocha chairs
wondering who cares
for the graveyard stinkers

“will you come here again?”
did I ask when
of the tepid skinned freaks
who looked whilst they fell
but fought so well
even came here for weeks

so the landscape changed
as lives were rearranged
and the horrors of war
where one careless touch
destroyed so much
“this screen is what I saw!”

©2009 Hey Hey

alone

consider
those rainfall days
when arches of prism sunshine
illuminated raindrops
or were they tears
on sad smiles
raised from truth
in understanding

of mindful daybreaks
and eventides
celestial moments
in whose care
we nurtured visions
of the blue
or notions of the black
beyond

given to observe
the spectacle
that was this world
the stars
yet more
when minds did overflow
could we have been
alone

©2009 Hey Hey

cellular

cellular is the world in this head
(it could have been so expansive instead)
thus, minutiae in worlds minute
conferring time and hence astute
with willingness to search the rule
but quantumness can be so cruel
and so forever to explore
the beautiful, the one, the lore

cellular is the world of this word
(uttered here, yet there, absurd)
will message worthwhile be to speak
transmitting where, with meaning weak
and as the waves are conjured so
magician’s spell does digits throw
into the ether, as discrete
which fateful stranger might they meet

cellular is the world confined
(against the tide or misaligned)
constricted by the thoughts of truth
the ancient wisdom so aloof
insurgence gainst the future shock
of voice unable to unlock
when microcosms in the mind
are freedoms of the only kind

©2009 HeyHey

Haiku November

Thaw

Frost thaws on the lawn
Soil appears at the surface
Darn mole here again

Autumn Evening

Blue sky turns to grey
The evening comes in autumn
Stillness, then a storm

Autumn Reach

See leafless branches
Reaching for the sky in vain
Autumn takes the sun

Draft

Who is that behind
Silent yet is a presence
Draft of autumn air

Fire

Colours turn to grey
Sunshine hours are fleeting
Time to light a fire

November

Angels hang in stores
Twinkling lights on Christmas trees
Must be November

Message

Aching joints and back
Send a message to prepare
Soon there will be snow

Birds

Where is the singing
Why is there night in daytime
Birds on a sojourn

Cats

Rolling eyes at door
Yet midnight has still to pass
Cats know autumn too

Sky

Moon and stars so clear
The heavens are painted well
Autumn sky beauty

Red

Red amongst the grass
Thorns defend red in hedges
Apples and berries

Sleep

Why so much darkness
Why blankets of ice and snow
Even trees need sleep

©2009 Hey Hey

storm and song

in this long night of storm and song
come the frightful words that took so long
to prepare, a beginning, a brand new verse
but to end the last could not be worse

you’ll know these times, the slow goodbyes
the exasperation, amid mindful whys
when pictures fragment with tears, they fall
as though to ignore what it did mean at all

then the burden of those times that were
protracted smiles and peaceful care
a heavy weight this night, alas
for an uneasy debenture still must pass

the thunder plays a reckless game
when arms surround, are they the same
so tenuous, a remembered glance
yet eye to eye could take this chance

and then, the storm gives radiance to
your grace, confirming still tis true
love is illuminated, and song to start
who might imagine should never part

©2009 Hey Hey

life in fire

this burning sun that brings today
and takes away
the fear and all that dark can do
brings warming depth of truth in you
as light is to a synthesis
providing more than biosis
then here is one dichotomy
not visualized through astronomy
for, emerging whence a mortal spell
surpasses all that words might tell
and as the brightness does unfold
a story of the earth is told
where more than we could see transpire
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