the darkness left

a living window on a screen

and time is dusk, it’s so serene

the sherry nights are drawing in

the solitary nights, the nights of sin

as fortune plays his game of chance

the tapping fingers crave romance

to love the sun, the moon, the air

to not be here, to be somewhere

inbound songs, the notes perfuse

with words, and thoughts that lose

still more of what and why was here

as on the screen dark does appear

foreboding tales, of means and ends

out there the world is all pretends

to look upon the running lives

to watch and see which one survives

crescendos come, crescendos go

observing them is all I know

and when the lights go out, to see

the darkness, all that’s left is me

©HeyHey 2016

in the starlight

in the drama that is sky

in the starlight, you and I

obscured by perception and the sin

with passion rescinded, still falling in

one side illumed with whitened rays

the other disintegrated by the flays

and the wonder that is thought

meditating as we’re caught

within a beacon passing o’er

while multiverses rotate slower

then the turn reveals still more

communication, a celestial store

 

but, as demiurge made way for real

with stealth, our essence it did steal

 

 

 

 

 

 

©HeyHey 2016

to him

look skyward

(when this small time ends)

think of thy stars

for thither lies all past

from whence thy came

and for such tis price

for beauty

for grey

thy fullsome years

betwixt magic and wile

overmany is thy burden

and cost is thine

must, to reenter the realm

as will

bequeathing thy world

to her

©HeyHey 2014

Be Glad

Inside the façade is a dream of tangible introspection

Of pure connection

With the will of ways

And so many passing days

That make a whole from none

But then are gone

To look inside the lamp for destiny or truth

As might a mystic or sleuth

Can only bring mischance

Not a worthwhile song and dance

For, ever can be more or less

Perhaps even your redress

So enjoy your simulation, true

And be glad you never knew

©HeyHey 2014

Swill

“WTF! Can this be true?”

“How can we be in this constitutional stew?”

The Queen, she sleeps at top of a tower,

while the Government works every God damn hour!

Still, this party, like all, forget their place,

no longer representing the human race.

“Order! Order!” shouts a twat,

who’s shorter than a rabbi’s hat.

And ‘Questions’ are a farce of force,

but to expect what else, of course.

And, pray, a Lord could set things right;

hang on, who put them there – more shite!

So, what to do, Guy Fawkes he failed;

even Jesus Christ himself was nailed.

Here’s food for thought, take then this pill.

Fuck them all, and let them swill.

©HeyHey 2014

silent voice

a time consumer, a pulp affliction

a barrier to reaction, a grey restriction

the politicisation of inward breathing

inequalities that set you seething

this is a time for remuneration of fame

when you, yes you, played the bullshitter’s game

so as we do, do what we can

vote according to our roots and clan

and as provocative anecdotes prevail

to our partisan destiny we set sail

this is a time for tribal retention

without dissidence or vile contention

hey, the future’s here and as we sit

pondering on this pile of shit

who’s to blame for the latest strife

maybe it’s time to sharpen the knife

this is the time for radical change

another direction, though seems so strange

but that was then, and this is now

still worshipping strong your sacred cow

believing not belief is bent

psychobabble, not heaven sent

this is the time for people power

to countenance in your final hour

this parallel spell, observe upon

the choice, was fiction, not even gone

and all is calm, no uttered choice

their naked thoughts and silent voice

this is the time of cliquers true

see, twas them, but was it you

©HeyHey 2014

The Prospect

Having what’s left

Of time, bereft

Of time, incomplete

Reminiscent of defeat

With music and wine

Would I decline

Transparent eyes

Seeing all the skies

And more, beyond

The infinite, a bond

Twix reality and god

Giving miracles the nod

Or might I still repose

As though were one who knows

The secret of tomorrow

That comes is nought, or sorrow

So, as clocks do tick

And limpets stick

Inevitable is the dark

Then make thee thus an ark

Securing all from being

For futures’ interest seeing

And rest a while, or sleep

The prospect is so deep

©HeyHey 2014

Days

Some days are rose coloured spectacle days

Some are blindfold days

And some are not days at all

But rather, are more than even the supermind can describe

More like a daze

A haze

A maze.

This is one of those days

Don’t ask which

For it could be any

A day to surpass other days

Yet still be a day

Without a way

So grey.

But not all days are grey

Some are violet

Others transparent

For days, like ice

Can be nice

Cold, like a device

Most are concise.

But, back to this day

A day that’s now night

With a moon hiding behind wasted time

A day that’s ending with blood

As it should

For the common good

Understood?

©HeyHey 2014

take heed

to woe i say good morrow

awakening with thy sorrow

proclaim to dreams endure

that here is not so sure

as light doth strike thyne eyes

another day’s surprise

take tears away and warm

quell soon life’s gathering storm

tis now that all should be

a pact twix time and thee

for past and contemplation

are non but aberration

the here, the now, the thought

what evolution brought

take heed though as yee feel

for ideal might ne’er be real

©HeyHey 2013

those are the days

this madness in the afternoon

with eve emerging all too soon

‘tis oft that raises glass to lip

but Herzton words are cruel to quip

so breathe here several antonyms

as packages for all your whims

and recollect the times of awe

when sunrise made the day so raw

the night arrived, transition missed

of all excuses, we were pissed

©HeyHey 2013

eternity

a sliver of moon o’er dancing clouds

‘twas auburn and mauve that wrestled with trees

defying the edging stars

detaining a blackness that is forever

till the day was brought to her knees

and came the cosmic peace

insomuch coexists a mortal’s today

of solar rising and life-force passion

with love, toil and ardour

achieving a setting of heart

wondering in the even

eyes filled as the zodiac materialises

while darkness paints candles in messengers’ hands

in skyward repose, will reveal an eternity in one day

©HeyHey 2013

the longest night

good riddance to the longest night

with its moon in haze and stars in plight

with its chill to bone, of needle fingers

burning heart and white that lingers

yes, take your heed, o night of guile

when even music froze a while

in dullness brought as sombre mind

for time was staid, ‘twas so unkind

yet seemly might be thought your still

a photograph of all, a will

bequeathing somnolescence, purity

a clarity for all to see

‘tis pity, now we see the sight

the beauty in the longest night

©HeyHey 2013 (meant for the 21st Dec, but they come when they come)

without even seeing

as lips on the street

in December, they meet

o’er frost covered ways

we remember our days

and glance t’ward skies

a crystal surprise

in these times of yet poor

who asks of thee more

then, fresh corners we turn

each with passion to burn

walk upon littered joy

with its message, a ploy

arranged stealthily so

ought we stop, should we go

one more kiss fore decide

see a mouth open wide

home, we plunge the warm bed

no more can be said

‘twas cheer and beguile

and we stayed for a while

still see the bright smiles

the songs travelled miles

this touch here of love

surely came from above

but uneasy our sleep

new made joy will not keep

so from dream into wake

and to fragments did break

for now comes in mind

of such chill, were so blind

for we walked past the being

without even seeing

©HeyHey 2013

anticipating

if the future was real

it might explain the way that i feel

a reason to remain in the continuum

a solution to the so far numb

if today was true

i would be looking at you

with eyes that perturbed the very space

where we held our special place

if bygone was indeed a time

then these memories would be so sublime

since, before i knew you could exist

i imagined you through the transcendent mist

if never was actuality, a wall

a realm we could not break into at all

how might the emptiness unfold

with our stories not ever to be told

if eternity was designate our fate

upon this life is where i would wait

to be forever in ether’s domain

anticipating our extracorporeal refrain

©HeyHey 2013

Submerged

Forever is near

and the journey in fear

grips this heart;

but not the depart.

“Open thee a window,

please pass now, you haze;

afore comes the shadow

are stars to amaze.”

Taking last of this time,

the see, hear and touch,

what was so sublime

is now not so much.

Submerged here in bliss;

part of the abyss.

©HeyHey 2013

Knowing

Is this the day

when we understand

the movers and shakers,

the seeing, the blind,

the givers, the stealers?

Who comes in the night,

who manages the embers,

where shadows would be,

how comes the cold air,

when will we see?

But here are the answers,

the dreams that we pilfer

from days were curtailed,

the essence of cycles

and spells to reveal.

Now, knowing solutions

to ever and all,

is beginning the ending,

where soul is creation

and mind its repose?

©HeyHey 2013

let me explain

invisible to you, me

so … free

“As entanglement might allow,”

thinks, with a furrowed brow

maybe we could hide,

“But what of our pride?”

then what to do with your

sources, more

resources than

the honest can

muster

in this lacklustre

role we play

today

where they press the switch

(response is to twitch)

let me explain

where cometh your pain

living here among

furthermore, just a slip of the tongue

©HeyHey 2013

Cool

When forever seems too close

for comfort, and today’s beginning

remained in darkness, look into the eyes

of someone close by, known or unknown.

Then forever will seem brief,

darkness will be the sun, and

life will be cool.

©HeyHey 2013

message

when shit hit the man

a fine placed imbue

where all was began

its world, a début

chasing the scream

run, twat boy, run

unpicking the seam

but simply for fun

if only the way

twas meant not to be

a life full of play

of you and agree

close now to the end

the end of the pier

this message to send

but words are a smear

©HeyHey 2013

Listen

When the

tune hits the spot

then you know

you’ve got

what it’s all about;

no need to shout,

or show.

As you look

at the sky,

“Fuck!”

”Why?”

And then you’ve found

the sound

of someone telling you, “Who’d know?”

But please don’t ever crow,

for the music of a star

is too far.

So take the time

to listen.

Life will glisten.

Sublime …

©HeyHey 2013

a former dual illusion

a sentence to be sure of

intense as words might be

yet non could pen the true love

since mine eyes meet with thee

when distance is the morning

mere breath to captivate

your essence still adorning

but yet i cannot wait

into your sleep i enter

hope stirrings there to sense

in my world you are centre

in your dream i condense

two ether spirits fusion

no need to touch or see

a former dual illusion

for now lass you are me

©HeyHey 2013

here i am

here i am with all the waving

and yet you see just me

how can the fields pose craving

how does the light make see

i never knew my mother

perhaps the swell took all

unless i could not bother

or an amplitude too small

still, i listen to pitch resounding

directions everywhere

and in my head astounding

for that is all I care

o what becomes in distance

diminishment or less

how to explain existence

as mine your good is guess

©HeyHey 2013

spin

tentatively stepping on stones of blood and awe

but this is the time of considerably more

awe of life and knowing the night sky

blood merely for asking the question why

as bald men feel for hair to tear out

and crowds open their mouths but out come no shouts

they watch you watch them watching you

to see if the signs are true

and they are, so drink the potion of no despair

drink the whole flagon dry, as though you have no care

then toss the pewter into the sea

for whilst you are you, you are still me

here is an open hand upon which sits paradise

look at it while you spin your star-given dice

©HeyHey 2013

black eyes

and run them down her face

a terrace sewn in lace

like drops of misty morn

in coldness which were born

to tell a tale of woe

you wouldn’t wish to know

reside there in your peace

where all the world could cease

no sound or sight to fold

or mystery untold

take heart in unknown grief

no gift from wordsmith thief

why would thee angst acquire

ignite a hell of fire

for she but future might

or never set alight

so steer away from here

keep well away from fear

explorer, curse thy mind

for prying is its kind

with coming close to meet

is your unknown defeat

she reaches for your save

concealing there a grave

and then to see her smile

simultaneously taste her wile

for one kiss to ecstasy

can never more be free

the blade it enters swift

black eyes, these are your gift

©HeyHey 2013

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