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

merry christmas

when the open hand is here

and eyes of kind could cheer

what of the one who lays

in coldness, still he stays

understanding not a smile

who once could so beguile

now incapable to say

how brought his life this way

as settles on the flakes

so white his soul snow makes

cold eyes are all to give

no more, else not to live

a pile of hurt remains

while you pass by it refrains

but glance as on you walk

with surreptitious talk

driving further into peace

your charity gives release

©HeyHey 2012

more snow

more snow has fallen

covering the footprints

you left

reminds me

of the parting day

some years ago

when the bright lights

turned to candles

and the dancing tune

became a theme of paganini

since then even the frosty air

cannot chill my heart

yet breaks the morn

from night

the words

from

still

but they could not

ease the pain

of your

lost warmth

©HeyHey 2012

walking away

walking away from the blue

and out of me, or you

should’ve used the desert as it’s supposed

like words running backwards, decomposed

o, but really, where does this road lead

might stay and watch the gods feed

walking away from all that’s true

and into the fire; so what’s new

should’ve seen the coming veil

considered the skin so pale

but who could imagine skies so grey

that took night and put it into the day

walking away though I don’t want to

and consider it’s time for a fresh debut

should’ve counted on the sun rising today

when silhouettes were the only display

telling me something I didn’t need to hear

but thanks, I’m hearing it loud and clear

©HeyHey 2012

what is free

what is free

the crying time’s here again

it’s really any time, but when
it hits, the sun has gone
leaving all but one
to be

and it’s usually me


the strangest place is now

no idea, the reaching here, how
but this is it, my real
no getting away from how I feel
tried to understand

but it’s where I land


in the desert or the water plains
all that remains
is the grey that defines
the steepness of such inclines
to determine what is free

if only it were me

©2012 Hey Hey

A Special Day

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

The day was too short.
Still, profoundness will distort,
and the very absence of words
- so existentially absurd!
But who needed a communication wall?

The day has gone;
a day we all were one.
Now the years and the mystery will remain,
as inviolate as we are sane.
Hey, these beautiful reflections are all to call.

Thinks, “A special day.”

©2012 Hey Hey

For Jonathan and Katia, married Sunday 26th June 2012

when

when

uncertainty looms as certainty in the grey sky
of this clay dry
day
since you went your way

and sitting here
midst the depths of unclear
i don’t know
the show

with the remoteness that is no coming home
and the numbing tomb
of all the words said crass
cutting to the bone like lazy, shattered glass

bound here
till i disappear
in smoke
a fate to surely choke

still, the grey has beauty in
each fold of clouds, where sin
could likely drift away
just as you left that day

here
with every passing year
is dust
motes of all did trust

doubtlessly, the days of qualm must pass
and as the stars amass
your parts will whole again
the question merely when

©2012 Hey Hey

no fear

flying with the words again
and as the breathing pauses, when
she takes me to the edge of here
where there is no fear
no time for distance
moreover existence
only for lips to barely touch
not even that much
then I know this is complete
someplace the angels meet
and she has control of the very light
making all there is so right
join us in this place
bring the human race
live for now
and understand how

©2012 Hey Hey

racing pace

In this racing pace of night
Is the face of real
The times, the crimes, the dues
The kissed, the missed, the blues

In this interlude twix breath
Is the dark of peace
The fire, desire, now gone
The sleep, the leap, the none

In this reminisce of vita
Is the awareness of trust spent
The pain will remain the power
The crass might pass this hour

In this sober room alone
Is the solution to atone
The door or floor instead
The substitute; so dilute it’s dead

©2012 Hey Hey

celestial fires

as sunshine carries the real light away
striving to reach the darkest grey
here, a gentle breeze
caresses new leaves on distant trees
and sparkling beams pause to wait
escaping once more their synthetic fate

this is the time of all that transpires
the lives, the loves, the celestial fires
the warm earth blessed by the bluest skies
forever suspended by the joy in your eyes
as true as fortune never misses
come twilight, guides the sun its kisses

and then there are stars painted uniquely for sleep
casting spells over worlds, to infinite keep

©2012 HeyHey

in but a day

midst the quiet time, just born
the first occasion of this morn
life songs, they sing a different tune
mellowed by thee, waxing moon
and still in slumber, love she lies
angelic dreams behind closed eyes

in but a day she came so far
for yester was mere ember star
the hours cast spells, implanted mind
already charmed, uniqueness, kind
absorbed of ether twix all souls
transforming passion, different roles

what might awakened spirit muse
as world and light, enchanted, fuse

©Fri 4th May 2012 HeyHey

yes you

as the words flow like blood like tears
life words lifeblood life tears
then so do the pictures of them of you
and the rain did not wash the air or land
of this or that or then or now
how could it
how might it
why should it
for they for you for this
couldn’t be
could never be
could ever be
washed away diluted diminished
all there is is they is you is this
as the words flow like blood like tears
the words are this are they are you
yes this yes they yes you
yes you

©2012 Hey Hey

again

exhale such words to become the air
and be surreptitiously everywhere
once breathed, are the very time and space
that put each moment into its place
if you can bother
here comes another
fitting tightly in the box that Pandora kept
but others would open, then wept
for the truth of it remains
as it runs slowly through your veins
here is now and when
forever could be here again

©2012 Hey Hey

Taking the Piss

Just another afternoon
Blazing sun
Almost hot (behind glass)
Another cold mind
Behind red eyes (for all to see)
Then come the words
And, as you know, sound dominates
Even for the indifferent
And it all changes
It all rearranges
The words of no return
Into the grey stuff … they burn

What an afternoon
Not to repeat very soon
There’s not much more to tell
Except it must be similar in … hell
Breathing in, and out
Taking one step
In front of another
Eating, drinking
Taking a piss, in private
Taking the piss, in public
There must be more
Than this

©2012 Hey Hey

There it is.

Forever is such a short spell
in dreams,
twix elevation and repatriation.
Then come the realities,
not withstanding the enigmas,
where actuality, midst perpetuity, is now.

Perhaps only the prohibitive
can realize the nature of extracorporality,
the bloodless journey t’ward the hell of life,
the truth,
for blood is cheap
and deliberations are not.

So who are you to define love,
the agony
and the vastness?
Such that smiles dissolve
when eyes open,
and there it is.

©2012 Hey Hey

You and I

The bits that fall,
they say it all,
for entropy
is the new, well, ‘me’,
where bonds are gone
and ‘I’ am none.
A unity
that sets each free,
a universe,
no more rehearse,
for this is it,
not just one bit.
You and I,
we are the sky.

©2012 Hey Hey

Aftermath

When the moon shines like silver through
the frozen air, like a new
life, a time to break free
a downsize for me

This digitized aftermath
Now here’s the wrath
Gone are the handheld celebrations of
Existence, and love

Yet here, still
Discovering passion, and the will
To unite the old with the new
As so many becomes so few

Then comes the day
No more, no way
The starful nights and blue, clear
Hours are gone, I fear

They arrive twix your stride
With no time to hide
Will the moon shine like silver again
And if it rises, when
        
©2012 Hey Hey

Only This

Only This

When things fall apart
And there’s no fresh start
Don’t focus on disabilities
Rather, think of the recycling possibilities
From stars, whence we came
To become more of the same

As the dusk of being approaches
And the very deepest blue encroaches
Take heart in the white light
That final spark, a neurological sprite
Awareness in decline
A dreamlike sign

Crossing over is no imposition
Instead, a considered ambition
A journey toward reality
Facing actuality
Where memories are you
And only this was true

©2012 Hey Hey

It's Time

It’s Time

Even my friend Steven
Has a reason to countenance treason
Discussing his plight
Almost every night
Eventually convinces even princes
That the way, today
Is dire, so they conspire
To correct the wrongs in retrospect
To light, ignite
The media
And, as you’ll see my dear
The world will rearrange
Yes, it’s time for a change.

©2012 Hey Hey

if you dare

outa there
when the calm takes over, and share
yes share the skies
see how she flies
and know
let’s show

it’s jimmy; he never goes
and the time flows
like sand
all across the land
i see you follow
in every tomorrow

but i can’t stop this feeling
tho i can touch the ceiling
now comes the word
it was never so absurd
its the spell of her
blessed be the blur

so tell the souls
whoever controls
that this is the age
to turn the page
then smoke the air
if you dare

©2012 Hey Hey

Any Random Number

When random numbers catalyse the reaction of visions with thought,
or harmonies arouse memories of occasions with nought,
then there can be freedom, a pause
midst the turmoil and its cause.
The dangers disappear
though they are so near.

And here we sit
in the stink and shit;
the bodies that were,
those that did dare
to speak, when others fell
into their hell.

So the numbers stream,
and while it might seem
that more is less,
there will be redress.
How could they be forgotten,
for they are our begotten?

Why should ten there be one here, or fractions?
Why do our reactions
gainst nightmares in the sun
only put us on the run?
Can we not calculate
an end? Or is it too late?

If chance be the denominator
then what part of morality will be the attenuator?
Perhaps the vastness of this place
or the timelessness of the race
will serve to temper the truth conveyed by mischievous mathematicians,
else this could be timeliness; enter magicians.

©2012 Hey Hey

nothing

Why would I want to know that kids eat free?
Is it just me,
or do questions like that only apply to them?
Not to condemn
those that ask.

When teeth are clenched so tight that my head aches,
what still makes
me tick
when the wick
has burned out?

Tears are merely the void,
an attempt to avoid
the inevitable,
only agreeable
to those that know …

nothing.

©2012 Hey Hey

Fleisch

Eating in the afternoon
Eating under a cerise moon
Eating rare in the dark of night
Eating fleisch is always right

Sitting there under the stars, some shooting
Watching the little boys and girls go looting
I began to ponder on the luminosity
Of the power, and its futile pomposity

But hey, I put time aside and took a break off
To force the fleisch until it made me cough
Another day of the dripping soul
Sustenance to make me whole

The stars remained much as they were
Not quite enough light to read by, but they don’t care
I like that attitude, it’s just dandy fine
It reminds me lately alike as mine

So the story goes on, (with a snack to peck)
I splutter with the red stuff, but what the heck
Now listen well to this yarn of old
It features fleisch, it’s often cold

Those who say, “This is what to do.”
Are the very carriers of fleisch to you
So as they stress, “No vote should waste.”
Lick your lips, for they’re the taste

Of future’s change, not their domain
from ripping teeth they’ll feel the pain
And let them see who takes the bite
As they enter endless night

©2012 Hey Hey

Vignette

This vignette of me
is all you see.
But there’s more
here, not just this lonely bore.
Look toward these eyes.
That’s no reflection of the skies,
it’s the world inside,
a truth that I hide.

Between the drops of rain
is where to leave the pain.
In the sparkle of stars
and the passage of scars
is the reason for now
and the story of how.
Gaze deeper into these orbs.
Understand, as your realization absorbs.

Then there’re the days,
fleeting, but in such different ways.
The ones when heavy is not enough
to describe how tough.
Others remain forever
and some are missed altogether.
Yet here you are in my today.
Are you transient, or will you stay?

©2011 Hey Hey