Starry Night

An unlucky break is coming

See, it’s up there in the stars

In the dark, misspelling passion

Side the roar from speeding cars

Sipping calm their spittle coffees

While the bentwoods creak a frown

Sudden action takes in front them

Yet continue, tech eyes down

As the impacts shatter futures

Rise crimson crests of tide

In such mayhem play the creatures

Loosened souls no longer hide

When truth is squeezed from logic

Just a moment changes all

The whole world embraces panic

But bystanders take the fall

In the zone of cherished memories

Collapses now the starry night

And all nights, tomorrows’ histories

Can not erase the plight

The Question Of You

And the racing thoughts

do nothing to quell the question of

You

With falling colours

and parched fingers no longer seeking the

Sun

Now arms burdened with gifts

for the cycle, as things will

Pass

As you crave the rest

still the storms are here to

Endure

And the racing thoughts

do nothing to quell the mystery of

Trees

 

©HeyHey 2017

This Elegant Paradox

When rain came, the morning stilled.

Sid’s ode accompanied a blaze of today

while a vast unconsciousness,

in another place, a different time,

squandered this perhaps reality

for the sake of yesterday’s meaninglessness.

 

Came those beads of devotion,

their involuntary role

chance t’ward purification.

Discrete pellucid enigmas,

yet anatomical;

resembling a thought of corporeal originality.

 

The fire spread;

gorging shadows, evaporating nightmares.

In its wake remained the falling melody;

a likeness of invisible rues.

Still, it’s good to watch an inevitable and harmonious

death by evaporation or incorporation.

 

With thirst abated

and a cordiality of degrees,

illusions came vapour, alike the dryness breaking out.

Arising, to take a spell of mindfulness,

the perception to witness through panes

such universality of elegance, with a trace of paradox.

 

©HeyHey 2017

recollections

as the largest becomes larger

and the smallest smaller

in no man’s land

we begin to appreciate

the significance of now

betwixt the forlorn

and the forecast

some say

the reality in our heads

is a fraction of memory

that fears destiny

as a consequence of experience

so where do those recollections

this existence in the present

secrete themselves

within the grey

when the focus

on awareness

leaves sentience

in rest

or demise

©HeyHey 2016

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