the waiting

the waiting turns phones into dirt, or smears
the loneliness of no words, but hears
every empty night and the singing stars
who lean, sipping gins in hectic bars
and they fall, not caught by sympathy
not seen by empathy
just the passing eyes in rain lines while they choke
why would they assume such a joke
does the misty air condense
evidence for complacency and pretence
or might the spinning stop
the jaw drop
the waiting end
dear friend

©2008 Hey Hey

opaque sky

while ivory moonbeams fall from this opaque and telling sky
such glowing lunar tears to will passed times goodbye
still sparkle gracefully, as should a world of fresh mornings
raised by dew on webs of fine black hair drawings

for this ever, where a hidden star recites the myth
perpetuating days, through a pendulum acolyth
can be but fraction of the wonder that is all cause
as infinite hides eternal when a breath does pause

and so, another glance to find illumination source
now beyond the reaching night, or inspiration’s course
yet, this is the nature of a place in eyes of the divine
to take a role, however small, in a theatre of design

when comes farewell to wandering truth, perhaps sincere
then gone is sleep, and all but dreams will disappear

©2008 Hey Hey

tender trap

this tender trap, to glance within for moonbeams
hides more than hearts can bear, more than it seems
as though peaceful here and eyes might merely sparkle
yet contrived amiss, a moon and earth debacle
reflecting as it will the nature of a glorious sky
wherein the welcome hand turns oft to wave goodbye
for the static picture is a riot, friends who kiss
but when the back is turned can only reminisce
forlorn, the now and then, they never were to see
illusions, synthesized with futures that can never be
perhaps the preference is to skip the light
fandango, linking arms whilst passing into night
or just maybe could awaken, a revelation
to realize that all of this should be life’s inspiration

©2008 Hey Hey

this mess

so you caught this conversation, eh
but let me point out, there’s no way
you’ll understand
the underhand
comments about the way I deal with friends
it’s well known that I go to the ends
of the earth to protect the feelings and wellbeing
of loved ones, it’s here for the seeing

but I digress …
let me explain more about this mess
as you’ll see, I’m always very busy, lots to do
no time to waste on this or that, or … you
well, unless what you have to say is relevant … to me
I don’t mean to imply that I’m more important than …
uhm, you can
see my predicament
it’s no accident
that talented people have full lives
no time for their wives
the world, by design and by preference
almost always makes reference
to success
fitness
the ability to achieve something
to bring
advantages and benefits
actually, what befits
the leading class
(not the mass
who waste their time
commit the crime
do their best
to request, protest, contest, detest)
is to rule
hence, public school

but I digress …
what a mess …
so you caught this conversation, eh
please … help me find a way


©2008 Hey Hey

crimson bordeaux

so this is it, a sunset the colour of crimson bordeaux
here’s real blood in a glass though
under a sky to raise tears of life in the dead
perhaps the night will stall instead
of course it will rain, washing the memories away
yesterdays and especially today

as you drink to me, what do you know of the times
that passed by your windows, love in so many rhymes
some spoken, most secret, all unbearable
attempting to reconcile, but never repairable
(not relationships but communication)
still drifting through the ether, the frustration

sometimes, it just happens inside
although exasperating, the preference is to hide
looking to the stars could not compensate
rather, turning would better articulate
taking a sip and wondering who will ever know
and so this is it, a sunset the colour of crimson bordeaux

©2008 Hey Hey

so smoothly

so smoothly, the decadent clouds
engulfed the residuum with shrouds
taking the day’s life as slowly as unconscious time
by grey power and no thought of love or crime
conveying a deceptively gentle breeze
to encapsulate the night with cold, such ease
a mastery, through stone and creatures
ages, the come and gone, without teachers
as sure as lightness will succumb to dark
and forever is the nightmare walk in the park
the day has gone, lost in an aching memory
perhaps a dream, more likely illusory

the grand plan, exhibited across the sky, revolves
and time, with you, put rightly in its place, dissolves

©2008 Hey Hey

The very first time

A late afternoon dream gave way.
Love looked over, but i couldn’t stay
for, coincidently
i had nothing in particular to do, yet urgently.
The dim storm light decided the mood
and the nature of these days was to brood.

With the flickering frames, the evening came as quickly
as the wasted day had passed, bringing air so sickly
and dull.
Could it be that life was this full?
Then unexpectedly they entered with a clock chime
and he smiled for the very first time.

©2008 Hey Hey

coalesce

this is the same as it always was
to sit, to try to wonder why, because
we were made to coalesce,
and when we did, became this mess
entangled in a quantum affair
me over here, you over there
listening, but just passing through
as though the words were far too true
seeing, yet looking past
the image small but much too vast

so this is love, a leaning tower
the sweetness of, or bitter, sour
precarious but is resolved
pure sexual yet so unsolved
fragility of cosmic scale
still, stars and strings begin to pale
for dreams become reality
and every possibility
when caught, those eyes in transient glance
to take that kiss would all, perchance

©2008 Hey Hey

to weep

when the flow of introspective tears
hit the ground the aerosolization
of cries filled the emotional vacuum
that was an open mind in chaos
caused by the loss of will and motivation
as the political globe boiled
and previously simmering ideas
evaporated becoming lost forever in the
inebriated void that comprised educated automatons
who had the idea they were free
to weep

©2008 Hey Hey

late

the late sun turned
shore water golden, burned
ochre skies
before lucid eyes
when the heavenly blue
descended, true
and real were free
as was meant to be
then hand within hand
along the moistening sand
to face the moon
that always came so soon
the late sun turned
and the day never returned

©2008 Hey Hey

burning bridge

wonderful land of time and toil
through eyes on high planes, trite and spoil
for reasons are so far to reach
and who is here to lend or teach
the never ending tales of why
that turn your smile and make you cry
as heaven is your face in dreams
the bridge does burn, or so it seems

while stars unite their hues to blue
convincing this is real and true
those who think to gaze on glass
could magnify the facts with crass
but are you there to quell the fear
(one touch transforms remote to near)
or is the vastness more than space
no bridge could ever interlace

perhaps the passing genes of yore
that take such transient lives to store
might find or solve for sanity
divine enigma’s vanity
else games and circles evermore
will even stand on distant shore
where conquests of mankind, so plain
a burning bridge does still remain

©2008 Hey Hey

nonsuch

in the end there is no end
and systems of defiance cannot defend
the emptiness that is the certainty
of a multidimensional verse facilitating deity
you seek to preserve

for energy will conserve
the beginning
whatever the sinning
wherever the bubble should burst
while ever the mind is cursed

to let the spell unfold
the endless stories untold
wonder how there could be so much
nonesuch

©2008 Hey Hey

the tender shore

as cool water caresses the warm tender shore
melding lives in toil and sleep, so adore
but waste no word, since none can find
the freedom beauty in a dreaming mind
of darkly calm, as peace should be
the end to days with her and me

now drift so well, with favoured course
to nowhere, for times as these deny remorse
such stories in spellbound heads of love
enlightened, potent, yet obscure thereof
retracing more than passing hours
for time is theirs, but this is ours

and so, as arms engulf, to sooth the pain
the shore dissolves, none does remain

©2008 Hey Hey

uncut

with time abound, who knows the rush to wrist
temptation, but no cutting deep or rope to twist
more than the beating heart
more than the tears to start
yet not enough to take that step, but stranger still
as this tale began, could there be the will

from nowhere, materialized a Venice art of gold
and a critique of affluent capitulation, or so he told
then the observer panned, revealed a kiss
a fortuitous gesture not to miss
in recognition of the frozen heart, perhaps more
intangible, a secret afore an aqua regia shore

and hope was there; still they walked away
leaving aureal maidens for another day
no matter, for the deed was done
extrapolating from the wings of one
first a day, then a year, more than a lifetime
becoming a universe, an ever sublime

©2008 Hey Hey

in these times

beauty in these times of graffiti and tragedy
when lines of life are but here, simple parody
an offering, as southern cross makes soul night’s debut
leading not the long way home, but true
to navigate dreams with wonder eyes
and form synaptic clouds in memory skies

no reason to know why the tears of art
but motivation for what be this, simple thought
more enigma in an instant than a sky of blue
or even amidst a world of fame, the distinction is you
tis likely that the smallness makes it all
and Alice really had the wherewithal

for chaos makes the wonderment we touch in every way
a life is but a second, an eternity, but what a day

©2008 Hey Hey

ivory moon

oh ivory moon, shrouded by misty blue
looking upon, and wonder who
a charming smile would entertain
as daylight ends in summer rain

oh timeless stars with graceful light
caressing those who view the night
with quiet eyes and minds in awe
of boreal wonder, lives of straw

oh breath, seconds taken are no more
never were, or could be sure
absorb in every limit’s ode
the beauty that is here bestowed

oh dream, approach whilst silhouettes
will mask, concealing these regrets
unspoken words and misplaced ways
machinery of this sky and phase

oh existence, in this ether tale
twix sleep or maybe heaven’s veil
what secrete does the dream protect
and through the ivory moon connect

©2008 Hey Hey