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

Window

There is this window in my mind
Not a clear or visual kind
More an insight or sensation
I educate by contemplation
Until near times I fed on news
Simple facts and points of views
Then a saturation point occurred
When information became blurred
To formulate a real solution
Caused attempts at absolution
For ideas of fact were purely fiction
Merely driving to constriction
Within this consciousness abound
Cages, barriers, stifling sound
But in dreams such revelation
Never need avoid temptation
In the strive for dream in wake
Realising nature break
A simple spell unknown appeared
The pathways they were then all cleared
Now the window is my eyes
And as I look toward the skies
The sights that I can see above
Are the clouds and rain of love

©2004 Hey Hey

a gathering

a gathering of minds to see the way
that will be, one future day
cares will remain behind
left with humankind

a gathering of humanity to find a solution
each and every being’s absolution
lost will be found
on new ground

a gathering of time, and thus without end
knowing all, with no message to send
this is our gratuity
we have been eternity

©2008 Hey Hey

the noose of love lost

as though to tighten the noose of love lost
in this attempt to disregard the past
the photograph turns with each step into this haven
and her face, a child of heaven
smiles the joy of youth
not really appreciating the truth
that blights the very air, always washed so clean
she and I breath in the daily scene
as the ups and downs pass in said lives
cut into different patterns by knives
of cold words or distant chimes
sometimes innocuous, occasionally rhymes
but always cut deep
habitually cheap
and the infant glow
turns into ice with the winter snow
while the noose becomes more taut
because of all the happiness she has brought

©2008 Hey Hey

passing

to observe the passing of a day
the sum of entirety in a melancholic way
describe the fire, a lonely star, watch it fall
comes the chill of cosmic dynasty, yet all

whate’er the mind, to know the sky
will ever, as the transitory questions why
else can the next time beg appear
in what fraction of second, eternity, unclear

for, if the mist and clouds should part
taking the very heart
remains this corporal eye, born of light
bemused by the awe to see when night

o’ wonder, in each space we own
passing here, wherever, reflect alone

©2008 Hey Hey

brilliant failure

captive rays of dawn, break free
from the one cloud that is me
try to fuel the fires of this day
or perhaps light another way
yet adversities are storm tears
changing little through the years
could quench a smile from blue
but not the flame in you

ether words, or tune or voice
still take the path of choice
from where they come, create
but never steal our fate
for life as such so brilliant, be the sun
yet failure, never won
and here then is the gist
merely grasping at the mist

©2008 Hey Hey

colours for friendship

a line of trivia can be so bright white
but no line profound flies like this kite
and danger is sipping from a tangerine can
or creating colours from a simple grey man
oh, let the notes flow, forgetting the clear
so long as a gift of smoke for friendship is near
as orange is sunset or sunrise in mind
maybe the years of the last or the next will unblind

the message arrives, or is it opaque
a thought on a sojourn but never awake
across the true ocean that real life makes red
wishing all days of the time were a bed
nevertheless, landing as sentiments sincere
make meaningful peace and perhaps they will hear
however, he plays in the backdrop, a burgundy shift
afloat in tranquillity, or maybe adrift

please take the hand of the wanderer tight
who plans the way of the whom will it might
let them in, let them pass through the holy rainbow
selecting a hue from the glorious show
the clear shallow waters that reflect, show the gift
washing away any anguish or rift
colours for friendship are all that we have
and, without that alliance, we are all but halve

©2008 Hey Hey

deep dreams

of here, the now in dreams, or there
i drink your thoughts most anywhere
in tepid times when air is thick
with prayer, be not so quick
with lucid answers, state the true
are breathing shadows hiding you

of how, the ringing air, still here
i listen, each note it lingers so sincere
as moonscape trades the warming hours
although so distant, stars be ours
lay down to cross into the phase
leave transient consciousness in days

of all, this should be the one
for sure, so recently begun
the lines of smiles fall as the years
cannot explain, then song appears
again, but children in the arms of sleep
yes dreams, like love, can be this deep

©2008 Hey Hey

which verse of all?

there is never emptiness
for in the black there is an awareness
of calm
a redundancy of harm
where the rhapsodies of love notes flow
harmoniously slow
where the scene
of declining souls serene
might never be
could ever see?

as the fingers pull tears
from the ivory eyes and years
fall from lives of fire
the terms of contract raise higher
closer comes the price of this
absolute remiss
the understanding of it all
was subterfuge, a fall
and here is the success
this is to possess?

©2008 Hey Hey

november

warm sunny days are well gone
becoming part of the universal one
joining the memories, with smiles and the bliss
and so to reminisce
of crisp shadows and time to ponder
thoughts as mist, and wonder
on the nature of you
in your body of love, against skies of real blue

searching for a future of such idyllic themes
where these dreams
run perpetual episodes
from the darkness of imperfect codes
when the sea washed the world clean
and you ran on white sand, almost unseen
except for flowing hair
but were you really there

the stars shine early now
perhaps to disavow
the day, but as their light penetrates the void
blackness is so tenderly destroyed
still, dependable moonbeams guide in the morrow
of not all clouds or sorrow
for november has sunshine days too
looking out of these windows, again finding you

©18th November 2008 Hey Hey

inward vision

it is the time for day’s order to take flight
as necessity craves the surreal flavour of night
so relax in the innocence of dark
reorientate, then take the walk
through the cinema of you
fly with remnants of the true

here is a respite from the hex of the blue sky
a fresh look at living, to still wonder why
stories with different beginnings, no end
as events never proceed, rather blend
to obviate the natural circle
perhaps even more hysterical

but all rises seem to fall
even in the inward vision of this all
where colourful songs can acquiesce pure perfume
for alignment must resume
else perpetual chapters of the misty azimuth
might endow a sleeper with eternal youth

©2008 Hey Hey

but who

i write this for you
enchanting, one of the few
who holds time in their hand
and lets it fall as sand
who looks away
yet makes the day
a sunshine scene
you know what i mean

i write this for you
can you be true
with your daydream smile
stay for a while
never fade
as your life game is played
so full of now
wondering how

i write this for you
a soul so new
of fine angel hair
without awareness or care
while years will take
and paths mistake
your eyes say yes
for stars did bless

©2008 Hey Hey

charmed

charmed to be here
to play the games of god or genes
and persevere
but not know what it means

with each mistake the power grows
as ambitions of infinity define the prize
while the rippling ethos shows
your disguise

the space as days exchange
the elation between each breath
none is so strange
not even death

and as you sit, for the world to see
never asking why or wherefore
skyward, we agree
there is more

here is a hand to take
who’s meaning might not be clear
yet make no mistake
so charmed to be here

©2008 Hey Hey

fragments

here are fragments of you or me
a life to pick up and see
needing time to fit together
to sail through squally weather
parts of an infinite jigsaw
with an elusive piece, a flaw

here are fragments of the earth
the countries of our birth
where oceans divide the free
while others ne’er the sea
filled shadows with rotation
in darkest contemplation

here are fragments of all time
including journeys left to climb
a map from first to last
foundations that were cast
and changes to observe
along the cosmic curve

here are fragments of the story
the sadness and the glory
to join with truth as seen
explaining the machine
and satisfy the mind
without being so unkind

©2008 Hey Hey

song of ...

while the repeating lines of that song play
and still the words won’t come, don’t know what to say
might have to wait, but that could be for eternity
who knows how long that will be, limitations of modernity
imply forever, and those who patronize
as they philosophize
don’t see the tears
and the diminishing years
while the art fades
and the night shades
we sit, unabridged as they build the tombs
watch the expanding wombs
speak our minds
but who finds
the way, whatever the solution
will have discovered absolution
meanwhile, weeping for the words to explain
or keep providing the same old refrain
and the song brings the notion, not the explanation
feeds the love but not the elation
where is the all, the complete, the origin
the, with arms open, “Begin!”
without purpose is no call to proceed
directionless is an aimless need
so play song, play
for there is no other way
until either the skies darken
or the whole is taken
consider this
as you take your drunken piss

©2008 Hey Hey

daisy chains

daisy chains connect these memories with you
sometimes they break in autumn and never renew
but where the flowers fall the walking’s so good
leading to a bed of earth, made it what we could
and troubles and overlong days put aside for a while
to let rain wash the air clean, raise a calm smile
we found a place with opaque windows and no sound
a secret of mind where the thoughts might abound
with the cold wind blowing on the outside, we sang inside
living on the contact of eyes and what caresses could provide
then the love that we made found its way to the light
through the passage of days, into the stars of the night
and as each traveller sees the direction so clear
insignificant daisy chains remain ever near

©2008 Hey Hey

moonlighting

you come with me into dreams
o lover of fleeting moonbeams
and live such stories as though
could never be, for each tomorrow
might pass within an opaque night
to grant fulfilment, yet never see light
or true nature of day, what might be
where images have colour and free
still, the pastel grey is your kiss
perhaps of forever, should not remiss
with whispers to conceal beyond
this heaven, as powerless to respond
so welcome here, o celestial reflection
and illuminate this elusive recollection

©2008 Hey Hey

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