blue dot

another universe in a box
waiting for the clocks
to start
be a part
of a new everything
where they can sing
just one word

it’s not so absurd
to yearn
while the past and present burn

it’ll transpire
(that fire)
like it or not
tiny blue dot

©2011 Hey Hey

Again

A cobalt sky. Without sleep
again.
The silence though, tonight, is unnerving in
its intensity.
How can a cloudless sky have no stars? Where
do they hide? What is causing the silence?
When I look around I see the moon has
been watching me, secretly, strategically.
I know not the plan, nor the reason.
Then the horizon appears. What a surreptitious pair
of enemies
they are.
Illuminated from west and east,
I have to decide how to evade capture by the light.
Else I could be trapped
by night
or revealed by day.
A morning breaks, suddenly,
like an A-bomb,
blinding eyes and incinerating thoughts
of escape
from this wake,
again.

©2011 Hey Hey

Me

See!
This is me.
Not the one who walked down
noisy streets
to the store.
Not the one with the ironed blouse and
white finger nails.
This is the real me.
I used to sweep the path to
my garden
just to smell the sweet night
flowers.
I used to stand,
waiting for shooting stars to
change the
eternal sky.
Now you can know the reality.
When they arrived my
heart missed a beat.
When he arrived a
light appeared
to brighten
even the dullest day.
See!
This is me.

©15th March 2011 Hey Hey

Toast and Jam

Sleeping the world away,
whether night or day.
Desorbing the humour of wars
and Cinderella’s floors,
with dreams of stranger lives.
Outside the fault line thrives.

As she sings me into word,
Awakening seems too absurd
to pass up tales of faces,
smiling, frowning, but still with traces
of what is who I am:
a life of toast and jam.

Then, lonely tears of stir,
incarcerated blur,
define the changing theme.
Things are now what they seem,
without a fix of god.
Run, catch the land of nod.

©2011 Hey Hey

in the squall

when the breath of eve takes your arms
to fly high over the sharps and harms
whisper riddance to the dreams
as the approaching night takes it all, it seems

later, with a crescendo, first the notes
arrives a revelation, a reversal of motes
where the creation of life in harmony flows
then come the lyrical tears, and everyone knows

that there are always new days
whence the fortune stays
as the sunbeams dissolve the mist
and those whose eyes awaken are kissed

by the nature of water and air
and in the squall of this passing fair
who can find a quiet time of love
for both innocence and nightmares shine in stars above

so sing the heavens to those who wait
and become the smallest part in an ultimate fate
of whatever you might believe
whilst striving for such a freedom yet to conceive

©2011 Hey Hey

Incompleteness

These thoughts are forever secrets
and a performance, in confidence,
cannot reveal the existence of this existence.
For the telling is an incompleteness,
merely a fragment escaped,
a means to a beginning,
at best a sincere message
from a dreamer.

And so, these mysterious lyrics
permeate the salubrious aether,
to travel how far, to where?
Then to divulge a half-truth,
or representation,
or model that sits on shadows,
twix black and white,
existence and illusion.

Now, what makes of signs the signatory?
Thinks, “Transmutation in dispatch,
notwithstanding the madness in creation.”
Thus, how might significance be deciphered?
Can uncertainty reveal reality?
Or must infinity embrace even reasoning,
eternity blemish the resolution?
These thoughts are forever secrets.

©2011 Hey Hey

Winter

Not to forget winter
Who took sensation to a new low
And blackened the life
That smiled at your bitter, white caress

Thank you for the grey days
Of skeleton trees
And the lingering nights
Of stone faces
The thumping iron
And shattered bones

However
Degrees are now tempted to reveal

But for some (of us)
There will be forever twilight

©2011 Hey Hey

Game

This game
This real world
Of yours
Timeless in its ending
Frameless by its limits
Painted, so bizarre
By the very hand
That would be free

A spell
For such liberty
From whence to here
Will fractured dreams release
More grey than sanctity
Bestowed in stars

©2011 Hey Hey

counting

as you count
the stars
in the sky of another year
does the firmament
hold less
or more light
than recollections, pictures of
eyes-closed bliss
the stillness of
dreams
and faces
their lips (their voices)

as you count
the misplaced days
perhaps discovered
in the journal of another youth
reflected
from white space
or snowflakes, or sand
where eternity resides
where does the truth (the chapter)
begin
where do the numbers
end

©7th December 2010 Hey Hey

photographs

when you look from your tranquillity
what do you see
does it make words worth singing
love worth living
life worth giving

so to gaze
reflections of whoever’s ways
do breath the air
that lives could share
send hearts to bear

here are the days, laughter and blue
just passing through
a spell, a rhyme
this mountain to climb
the gift of time

one day, might look so high
consider where and why
and absorb the years
know this disappears
wipe the tears

©27th November 2010 Hey Hey

that sparkle in your eye

though that smile
is your joy
and the stillness
is your peace
the fire
is that sparkle in your eye

though the answers
are perplexing
and the reasons
so surreal
the enigma
is that sparkle in your eye

though your journey
seems so far
and the path
of elusive fare
the reward
is that sparkle in your eye

though changes
are the cost to live
and each day
brings its different trials
the constant
is that sparkle in your eye

©20th November 2010 Hey Hey

secrets in tinderboxes

where goes the unmannerly world of days
and how did the masquerade begin
might beauty have unseemly ways
be gold a mere vermeil herein
has time an essence or is memory staid
can hunger hone an edge on passing plight
when gone the stage where be the role played
will all of this revealed, an alchemist’s delight
should quicksand take creation, reabsorb
could cycles reinvent what once was true
or do all motes remain the secrets of this orb
in tinderboxes, held against their will, like you

©17th November 2010 Hey Hey

narrative

with a fresh quill
dipped into the ink of my life
heavenly red
turned into worldly blue
to compose
a story of warmest sand
in sparkling sun
of the highest midday

here
chapters surrender
light to cobalt
where moon and dreams
unite as love
a singularity
without contemplation
or endeavour

and mindful
that fiction does not end
a solitude, perplexed
is future
without reason
maybe satisfaction
can be words
as generations pass

©2010 Hey Hey

20anddead

a singalong, a mantra
a taste, with added extra
of this life, of now
but better and how
whether moon or sun
can be sad or fun
open top or cycle
michele or michael
water or wine
raining or shine
scientific, maybe soul
reality or perhaps role

a singalong, a mantra
pavaroti sings sinatra
here, there, everywhere
take it easy, what’s to care
just this
with nothing amiss
curved downwards or on the rise
make a face, look at the skies
where did it go
everything, you know
could be 20 and dead
how about here instead

©2010 Hey Hey

shadows

shadows can be illuminating
as illumination might be wearing
for the wealth in contemplation
whilst photon depleted
can be colourful
if not overwhelmingly
lucid

shadows can be unambiguous
as ambiguity might be stifling
for the clarity in definition
whilst in darkness
can be untainted
if not of idyllic
purity

shadows can be heavenly
as perdition can be singularly confining
for the vision of naught
whilst in ecstasy
can be cosmological
if not synonymous with
freedom

©1st October 2010 Hey Hey

no straight edges

there are no straight edges
and the liquid life
descends tortuously
by orchestras of hearts
beating rhythms of now
while raindrops fall through parched air
to quench the very time
and wash all past away

there are no straight edges
when a knife
cuts tempestuously
and the breath departs
as fast as humanity can allow
but can an accelerated demise forfeit the aware
avoiding the psychology of crime
if hereafter is at play

there are no straight edges
when paroxysms are rife
and never a harmoniously
calculated sum of the parts
for reality to endow
yet the curvature of a opportune affair
could be such an onerous climb
that the preference might be to stay

©25th September 2010 Hey Hey

for those

for those smiles
that were so in your eyes
at the time


for those whispers
that were so clear
at the time


for those moments
that were so real
at the time


for those times
that were so short
at the time


for those


©2010 Hey Hey

no-one knows

no-one knows

the you

knows

how you tell the sun to shine

and warm rain

to bathe the summer

no-one knows

your eyes

when

the snow falls

and the child

smiles the cold away

no-one knows

your dreams

songs

of magic and tranquillity

when angels listen

and I wonder

no-one knows

©15th August 2010 Hey Hey

eulogy for the past

the souls of freedom
are in temporary guise
seen through a window of opaque rhetoric
as though miming
a sad eulogy
for the past


but playing like the dead
is no solution
rather, a distraction


so up you cowards
in awe of illumination
take the helm
course the journey
from perplexity to enlightenment
save the route
protect the words
for they are
the mere
saviour
all we have


©14th August 2010 Hey Hey

The Purpose

Of a canvas
That to seek the white employ
Has become so arduous
Though ever still a joy
More, while rainbows merely arch
The beauty is unexpected skies
Or land will green
Else, filled with time in guise
Ephemeral, as might blink an eye
Tis gone
No matter how can breath be held
The fever of to look upon
Is all should need, encompass
The purpose


©26th July 2010 Hey Hey

clarity

the music of a long passing waits in dark corners

of a shallow mind

where forgetting could be so easy

but consequently unkind

and as high clouds

slowly paint the abstract story

of another day

hence comes the night in all its starry glory

with icons to fill the celestial stage

and a blushing moon

who stares upon your sleep

his face in dreams too soon

now consolation is the sweetness of the song you hear

for in your trance the words are ever clear

©23^rd July 2010 Hey Hey

be

when nations are become timeless
through distances
and consciousness
there will be clarity
and a fresh brightness
will illuminate
forever
where new eyes
shall wonder upon
and simply
be


©17th July 2010 Hey Hey

and the truth is

the age of truth is upon us
and knowing truths is edifying
the seeking is entertaining
the capturing is enlightening


those who follow the method
that manufactures the descriptions
who nurture the process
and captivate the committed
based on what they have
are the gods of our time


but each god, in turn has been superseded


the truth is
there is no time for gods
and thus there is no truth


©17th July 2010 Hey Hey

politically shit

letting time thus fly
a whispered quiet lie
to tell the life that here
is yet another year


peering into the abyss
like nothing was amiss
with stories hope or luck
that really signed to fuck


consuming space to fill
the words you’re eating ill
so tender of the rule
as dark as brownest stool


now voting of your might
this time it must be right
soon comes a change of heart
dispose it with a fart


©13th July 2010 Hey Hey

is this a different peace

when the air moves around you
in the night
is it your sigh
or do the ghosts
of sentimental songs
ripple through the dark


when the floor creaks
at midnight
is it the summer heat
or do passengers
in time
walk upon the fabric of your dreams


when the sounds of life disappear
at twilight
is this a different peace
or merely reminiscent of amnion
as the quiet speaks
of heavenly love


©2010 Hey Hey

Life .. Maybe

When it’s now

It could really be now

On this mountain

The deep breaths

Eyes still closed

How close is the edge

How deep is the chasm

Make now last forever

This place, this time

It could be real

Holding breath

Eyes open

Here is the edge

So deep

©2010 Hey Hey

The Blue

Not a clear blue

But a grey blue

The tears of death are blue

As though the rain clouds

Had assimilated the day

Or night was diluted

By forever

This blue was a soul blue

Not of a me

Or a you

Rather of a how

A why

A when

A where

A blue of memory

A blue of echoes

A blue in the heart

In the eyes

In the days

Years

Lives

A blue in the ether

A blue in the blue

The tears of death are blue

©12th July 2010 HeyHey

In The World

There is too much cold in the world
In the eyes of the taking
And bodies of the giving
Rather the ice of the dead
Here the hearts have instead


There are too many words in the world
In the breath of the lords
Wielding war with their people swords
Such policies to convince
Trite and ineffectual since


There are too many peers in the world
Brothers to fill the fathers’ cage
Sisters to sooth the mothers’ rage
But rights to procreate in love
No less a character human of


©2010 Hey Hey

Diminishing Returns

Vanishings
In the light of day
And cold sweats of night

When recall was magic
And faces revealed names

In your eyes
Is the heartache
Of reflected bewilderment

When conversation was furious
And descriptions were vivid

Emptiness
With nothing to say
Yet everything remains

When time was short
And there were mountains to climb

©2010 Hey Hey

Fiction's Comedy

Tell the day of what you know
Whether orange mornings or the bluest endings show
Meaning in the power of time’s elusive will
You could be there still


And when you know what the day has said
There will be more than rainbows in your head
Whether the master to resolve
Or merely a puppet, with bewilderment dissolve


Divulge your essence to the night
The ups and downs, your strangest plight
Whatever charms you can assume
Now is the chance to see them bloom


But listen to the blackness well
For there is more that voids can tell
Where seemingly is nought to clutch
Emptiness can yield so much


So of this ticking tête-à-tête
Begun in early day, or day so late
It ends in darkness now, alas
That time, of fiction’s comedy, did pass


©2nd July 2010 Hey Hey

dread never taught

in near sleep of this night

lonely stars are less bright

and the distance hides cries

as the wind whispers lies

sense a menace is near

must contain any fear

tender heart cannot rest

pounds inside on the chest

steal each breath short and fast

any one could be last

then the world becomes still

feel the pressure, the thrill

voice secured by a hand

eyes surveying the land

next an aching begins

in a head full of sins

this is dread never taught

with no maker’s support

last defences run thin

feeling warmth on cold skin

neither wire nor blade

yet so deep a wound made

though well spent is the dream

cannot muster a scream

©2010 Hey Hey

Motes and Multiverses

Knowing of the truth

But not understanding it

Is a disadvantage of the gifted

For, while the inebriated can have passion

The depleted faith

And the medially aware peace

YOU are insincere

With YOUR pretence of formulae

And theories

YOU are deeply troubled

Having incalculable infinities

And physical-less worlds

Of motes and multiverses

Only thought is truth

And WE all have thought

©26th June 2010 Hey Hey

tethered

are we hand in hand

connecting the humanity

across insanity

or, do we fall like sand

through a maze

of incumbent days

in this reality

of tethered brevity

where are you

within the spell

that fabricates the true

where is this

it can’t be hell

for nothing is amiss

or is the truth

so aloof

hey, if this is tethered

why is here so weathered

yet, in the abyss

where we all piss

is the face of love

perhaps, hand in hand

across this imagined land

we cry tears, thereof

©23rd June 2010 Hey Hey

slightly out of focus

to survive the repercussions of the day

by letting boundaries drift away

it sometimes seems

through dreams

that rivers flow

what ‘ere you know

so soften the edges of passing hours

else unavoidably some clouds will end in showers

or prospect for time in thought

which, maybe, is not what it ought

still, while the clock hands cross

consider that moment’s loss

perhaps tis true whatever this hocus-pocus

the world is slightly out of focus

©21st June 2010 Hey Hey

Of 'More'

How elusive

And yet, is subtly unobtrusive

This reality in flight

Of condensed light

A theory to bind

Then, truth of a different kind

For whenever you look

Oh fuck

It’s not what you saw

But gives you more

So, to understand

In this strange land

Where limits are only ‘thought’

Think not what we ought

©8^th June 2010 Hey Hey

prose

since taking up the pianoforte
his time for looking out of the window
has diminished
which is a pity
for the world out there
is immeasurably more musical
than he is


he was equally unsuccessful with food
as eating left no time for excursions
thus, the regular weekly shopping trips
were cancelled
the larder contracted
his weight declined
and he was always hungry


you probably anticipated the next predicament
it involves poetry, of course
rhyming became such an arduous task
that he deteriorated into free verse
then short lines united
to form paragraphs
and the inevitable result was prose
©7th June 2010 Hey Hey

a fatal blow

a slice of raw

nothing more

to hush the kill

with just a little thrill

a tiny paw

nothing more

quick

take your pick

add to taste, the spice

delicious, nice

hic

take your pick

swallow

into the hollow

drink your fill

take the pill

then follow

into the hollow

dance so slow

but don’t you know

they came so soon

under the moon

a fatal blow

but don’t you know

©1st June 2010 Hey Hey

meanderings in the daybreak gold of an almost summer sky

here is asleep in progress

still, under disappearing stars

where, behind these lids

soothes away the sighs

here is day in night

adventures one could never dream

in this dream

where live our lives

here is the story

as true as yesterday

or was it tomorrow

that we met

here is a forlorn echo

fading with a wish

and meeting the daybreak gold

of an almost summer sky

©30th May 2010 Hey Hey

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