more is less

here is the hour

that has 61 minutes - a veritable normality

in the reality

that takes a lifetime or more to scour

and as this I write

you read it

thinking, “Shit!”

maybe he’s right

for this evening rolls

on, and on

which the quantum insists is one

yet faith controls

each being, a soul incorporated

into motes of stuff

an entity, or bluff

trying to become emancipated

but dreams upset

the narrative

the prerogative

believed by them to beget

so, on to more

but more is less

ahh, bless

it’s such a bore

©HeyHey 2019

Themes

Themes are all we have, in this rhyme of stars:

opaque windows on the vastness

bestowed by consciousness.

Their creators, we, have illusions of the grandiose

and the infinitesimally small, nay, nothing,

but no sense of whether wake or dream.

It’s as though we cast a spell

and a curse

was granted:

we see

but we can never understand.

©HeyHey 2019

Trapped in Dreams

Hypnotised by the underexposed clouds
in this dream with overexposed mouths,
I imagined that the light and the wind and water
were stars and wine and wonder.

And as dreams do, they wander,
or stay forever a love, like a daughter.
Still, here is the reality for now, sun and souths
with corners, away from crowds.

Then fast forwards the life, but missing the end,
and the party, the dying in arms,
that wine (again),
the burn.

Regrettably, most dreams end with no learn,
for the ether lacks a pen.
And her compliance, her charms,
were wasted messages to send.

©HeyHey 2018

To Sleep or Gaze

To sleep or gaze

Through this seemingly almost pleasant haze

A mist that conveniently blurs the realisation

Of cruelty and procrastination

And as the opaqueness quells this loathing

There is just me, under very light clothing

O, how these knots are hazardous to the intent

 Outwitting the personal revenge, its planning spent

However, there is no opportunity to succumb

As the alternative is too dumb

For ‘twas neither passion nor age

But whole life disaffection that wrote this page

Comforted oft by silicon love, coated by motes of dust

The traces of me in skin, are lost like trust

My time runs short and the search for reason fails

So, as inevitability overwhelms, this world pales

And for those on one side of the drama

Played you any small role in hereof trauma?

©HeyHey Friday 14^thDecember 2018

lightening and filaments

as lightening

and filaments

tell me i’m here

which place of days and ways eludes me

by thinking it might be nearby

or maybe when

yet hope prevails

as there could be forever

and solving my fate is so …

tomorrow

still the sparks and walking molecules abound

but

the day was a short breath

and

the way was curved ether

twix stranger’s homes

because forever was as forever is

… will be

so clarification could be simply

complex 

©HeyHey 2018

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