Alchemy With Words

if you dare

2012-01-23T00:25:00.001Z

outa there
when the calm takes over, and share
yes share the skies
see how she flies
and know
let’s show

it’s jimmy; he never goes
and the time flows
like sand
all across the land
i see you follow
in every tomorrow

but i can’t stop this feeling
tho i can touch the ceiling
now comes the word
it was never so absurd
its the spell of her
blessed be the blur

so tell the souls
whoever controls
that this is the age
to turn the page
then smoke the air
if you dare

©2012 Hey Hey

Any Random Number

2012-01-15T19:53:00.000Z

When random numbers catalyse the reaction of visions with thought,
or harmonies arouse memories of occasions with nought,
then there can be freedom, a pause
midst the turmoil and its cause.
The dangers disappear
though they are so near.

And here we sit
in the stink and shit;
the bodies that were,
those that did dare
to speak, when others fell
into their hell.

So the numbers stream,
and while it might seem
that more is less,
there will be redress.
How could they be forgotten,
for they are our begotten?

Why should ten there be one here, or fractions?
Why do our reactions
gainst nightmares in the sun
only put us on the run?
Can we not calculate
an end? Or is it too late?

If chance be the denominator
then what part of morality will be the attenuator?
Perhaps the vastness of this place
or the timelessness of the race
will serve to temper the truth conveyed by mischievous mathematicians,
else this could be timeliness; enter magicians.

©2012 Hey Hey

nothing

2012-01-11T22:08:00.000Z

Why would I want to know that kids eat free?
Is it just me,
or do questions like that only apply to them?
Not to condemn
those that ask.

When teeth are clenched so tight that my head aches,
what still makes
me tick
when the wick
has burned out?

Tears are merely the void,
an attempt to avoid
the inevitable,
only agreeable
to those that know …

nothing.

©2012 Hey Hey

Fleisch

2012-01-09T23:51:00.000Z

Eating in the afternoon
Eating under a cerise moon
Eating rare in the dark of night
Eating fleisch is always right

Sitting there under the stars, some shooting
Watching the little boys and girls go looting
I began to ponder on the luminosity
Of the power, and its futile pomposity

But hey, I put time aside and took a break off
To force the fleisch until it made me cough
Another day of the dripping soul
Sustenance to make me whole

The stars remained much as they were
Not quite enough light to read by, but they don’t care
I like that attitude, it’s just dandy fine
It reminds me lately alike as mine

So the story goes on, (with a snack to peck)
I splutter with the red stuff, but what the heck
Now listen well to this yarn of old
It features fleisch, it’s often cold

Those who say, “This is what to do.”
Are the very carriers of fleisch to you
So as they stress, “No vote should waste.”
Lick your lips, for they’re the taste

Of future’s change, not their domain
from ripping teeth they’ll feel the pain
And let them see who takes the bite
As they enter endless night

©2012 Hey Hey

Vignette

2012-01-09T08:08:00.000Z

This vignette of me
is all you see.
But there’s more
here, not just this lonely bore.
Look toward these eyes.
That’s no reflection of the skies,
it’s the world inside,
a truth that I hide.

Between the drops of rain
is where to leave the pain.
In the sparkle of stars
and the passage of scars
is the reason for now
and the story of how.
Gaze deeper into these orbs.
Understand, as your realization absorbs.

Then there’re the days,
fleeting, but in such different ways.
The ones when heavy is not enough
to describe how tough.
Others remain forever
and some are missed altogether.
Yet here you are in my today.
Are you transient, or will you stay?

©2011 Hey Hey

Fuse

2011-12-29T01:01:00.000Z

As the kundalini exposed this tide turning
and the bare bones with a fire burning,
who was painting the sky?
(And why?)
While sprinkling the world with treasure,
without measure,
the day has come;
an end to the sum.

Now you are here, stay a while.
But there is a cost for each smile,
so bare your heart with trepidation
and not for the nation.
Bare it for yourself, be free.
Fuse, resemble the sea.
For dreams only separate sleep
from the cold, eternal deep.

And as you dance, breath deep.
Not only is air cheap
but it will never be so pure again,
through not the labour of men,
rather, the world becomes an age
when there is no other page.
Then, as for you,
its time is due.

©29th December 2011 Hey Hey

Betrothed

2011-12-08T20:18:00.001Z

As life becomes an empty tome,
clear water, hot, it feels like home,
does bath away the leaving sting
and sets the scene where angels sing.
Next comes a scratch, the perfect spell
to see it all you know so well.
The palette fills with shades of then,
yesterdays unwrit with pen.
Nonetheless, there go the cast
of plays unfolding, true at last,
afore no ears or eyes to see
what really was the best of thee.
This vision is as abstract can,
asphyxiation’s only plan.
Now lays amidst an ocean, clothed
in all that ever was betrothed.

©8th December 2011 Hey Hey

End of a Day

2011-11-28T16:17:00.000Z

A day comes to its end again
And now it’s time to work the doleful pen
Whether the malaise of a child
Or crowds running wild
The words are never short
This is a fearful sport

The melancholia of music conducts a draft
Of libretti, whilst I sit on this sinking raft
Not even the darkness can hide
The truth, for it’s reach is far too wide
So here comes the sorry story
In it there is no glory

The morning broke afore the light
For me the commencement of my day was night
It seems not even the splendour of the rays
Would materialise to avert the awakening of a critic’s gaze
And there was an immediate reason for my pen to shed blood
The devil, on my very head he stood

What news of slaughter or of famine to whet my appetite
What could be better to examine, careful lest it bite
For morning tunes are misleading
Only serving to delay the bleeding
And once the blue blood makes to start
Caution to the wind and with the words depart

So into the day I came
Another, but not the same
For this was tempered by the drug of sleep
Not efficacious in the night but for now to keep
Massaging with a hand so divine
I might imagine that the touch was mine

Nevertheless my duty was to record
As much gore and misery as I could afford
And there was no shortage for to please
As soldiers, babies, innocents fell to their knees
Imploring with their outstretched arms
That I must diligently record their harms

And so, I tell you, raise all hell in streets
Describe, as I do here, each time a tyrant beats
Make images resound and sounds for imagination to never sleep
Do as I say, lest complacency your fate shall reap
The very agonising experience your fellow humankind does feel
For this is not some dream or mirage, this is real

The day was long and as always grey
Even when the sun does shine, it alone can never clear the way
We and only we are able to make good
To do as righteous men and women should
Take heart though, there is movement in the shade
For even from shadows are souls made

Where did the phrases go, the page might well be blank
Was this a trick of time, a nefarious prank
When I woke, intentions were to solve
The troubles of the world, the human mind evolve
Yet here I sit, merely transcribing verses that are bespoke
Whilst officialdom still has its hands around my neck to choke

And what of you
Or did no reader have the will to chew
These fleeting words, then spit them on the fire
Of vengeance, rebellion, shouting from the spire
My hope is that one set of eyes did read
Result of which this mutiny shall feed

©27th November 2011 Hey Hey

All We Have

2011-11-16T22:31:00.000Z

All I want to do
is to see the buds unfold
and know I lived another year.
For time is all we have;
not continually as in dreams,
but within this small fragment of forever,
given through grace of being.
Not to understand;
rather to explore
and to empathise,
simply with the way things are.

Looking upon the sky,
I see all I need to know.
Whether in the time of day,
with the clarity of blue
or abstract folds of white.
Else when the sun has past
and celestial acquaintances
beckon surreptitious glances,
lest their secrets be revealed.
For time is all we have
and this is that time.

©2011 Hey Hey

Poème

2011-11-08T00:04:00.001Z

a tale of trouble
that bursts the bubble
and woe
you know
the kind where
the lover’s tiff
or a dampened spliff
makes days away
too sad to stay

then a dream to comfort me
perspectives to see

a poème for all time
or merely rhyme
to save a soul
take a part and make it whole
but then comes the thought
and once again it’s caught
in a world of word
that is so absurd

how does a communiqué
pave the way
how does prose
show one knows

©2011 Hey Hey

2exist

2011-11-03T02:32:00.000Z

is life an existential twist
i think therefore am i deceived
do you, or even i, exist
what is out there, how is it perceived

is existence, or non-existence, real
in the mirror, who looks back at the homunculus
does he know how I feel
are there actually only pebbles or really calculus

is sleep the examination to pass before death
halfway between this world and no other
does life stop between each taken breath
how many lives is foetus in mother

to exist is to know that all is unknown
to exist is to recognise that each is alone

©2006 Hey Hey

For this is time

2011-10-27T22:26:00.000+01:00

As the abyss seems ever closer
once more comes a calling to
look across the vastness of the past
that makes now seem everlasting
and possibilities appear limitless.
Then the music takes me on a journey
that only life can exclaim,
a passage through wonder
behind closed eyes
with no ticking clocks or rising suns.
Now, in this everland
materialise meaning and contentment,
and with consummation comes
an order of clarification
and an enlightenment like no other.
For this is time,
where’er gentle or wild, ‘tis motionless
as only we know it,
a resting place in eternity,
a present within the continuity.

©2011 Hey Hey

giving

2011-10-26T23:18:00.001+01:00

when you’ve visited a star
and seen the earth from afar
you know where it’s at man
so do what you can
take the world in your hand
each and every land
and breath the fire of living
while thinking sole of giving
then as you are absolved
enigmas will be solved

©2011 Hey Hey

Walking

2011-10-22T23:23:00.001+01:00

……
When she said that
it was devastating.
Like a cat,
I was merely waiting.
Who’s low?
No,
it’s not the whiskey talking,
it’s me; I’m walking.
These days,
always,
perpetuity,
continuity,
ambiguity,
no acuity.
On the roof was quite.
Maybe I could try it again;
but when?
This is a time to take,
not give.
To make,
and live.
So how?
Now?
Why is it always too soon to make a decision?
Fear of derision?
Some people just go for it.
When things are this shit
maybe a course of action
might diminish
the dissatisfaction.
Start a reaction.
If nothing else, be a distraction.
Help finish
what I started;
satisfy the departed.
But this is me;
free.
I’m mobile,
igile
infantile.
It’s been a while
since the last
discourse.
Of course,
the past
could never last.
……

©2011 Hey Hey

Forever

2011-10-18T01:32:00.000+01:00

It seems like forever since
anyone could convince
me that ever began
or there was some kind of plan,
fate-like
or Third Reich;
whatever.
How clever
of a race
to put in place
such complexity
as this ‘time’ with its perplexity.
Let’s look at what transpired
in this universe so neatly wired.
First there was a mind?
Maybe not this kind
but for sure to contemplate
and appreciate
the firmament,
this ether and its full extent,
such grey as could transduce,
and quantify, reduce.
Then a pinch of evolution,
who knows how much to provide an inkling, toward solution?
Remaining as organic will
or necessitating androidogenous pill?
Still, must be a plethora of schemes,
including dreams.
Who cares, so long as means toward the end?
Needs must, then all should blend.
Where stand we now, how far the road to task,
is this the time to ask?
If time should evaporate,
what might be an eventual fate?
Without the now to see,
how could be data free?
Or space,
the place
where lovers state
their bond and procreate?
Is there life without the ticking clock
or view to take the stock?
Perhaps that is how forever hides;
how fate, existence abides.
For sure as futures have disappeared
now into the real, so weird
we go,
our futures show,
or perhaps the past,
apathetically aghast.

©2011 Hey Hey

Smoking jazz

2011-10-16T00:22:00.000+01:00

Concluding that days must end,
‘when’ becomes the question central,
my friend,
literal.
“But,” you say,
“days are humanistic,
not deterministic.”
“No way!
Days are here, as fractions of forever.”
“Whatever.
Let’s take one step hither …
Not to dither,
divisional propensity
(Thinks, “Here comes the philosophical intensity.”)
can be physically resolved.”
“Perhaps, for those absolved
of spirituality.”
“So, where do we rest,
in perpetuity?”
“At best,
we have a starting point at now.”
Whilst smoking jazz to allow
thoughts to flow
ethereal,
we know
that nought is material, or immaterial.

©2011 Hey Hey

When The Strength Wanes

2011-10-15T23:25:00.000+01:00

Sometimes
The strength wanes
And it’s too late
For the sun to warm
A heart
But the twilight
Won’t go away
So where do you go
What do you do

In the shadows
The music doesn’t stop
Nor the pictures
As a heart
Still beats
And the blood
Still rushes
Though yesterday will endure
Tomorrow must appear

For your light
In the dimness
Makes a whole world
Complete
Justified
The butterfly’s wings
Are you
Forever
Is you

©2011 Hey Hey

minutiae of home

2011-10-09T21:29:00.001+01:00

the dazzling days in sparkling sun
of never ending summer fun
or whistling window nights in bed
when covers covered every head

perhaps the drifting supper call
so warm, and comfort in the fall
then times near sleep upon a knee
to hear the words too tired to see

surrounded at the table’s grace
nowhere to turn without a face
of smiling joy, for you are there
time passing slowly, have no care

to fill another boundless tome
wherein minutiae of home

©2011 Hey Hey

come and go

2011-10-08T00:24:00.000+01:00

days come and go
though might be long, some never show
and when the covers shield the light
they help attenuate the plight

faces come and go
there will be some you never know
but just one smile can turn it bright
and for a moment hide the trite

lives come and go
most, unlike the breeze will never blow
for wanderers seeking black or white
will often only find the night

sleep will come and go
helping life to pace the flow
and when the noose is feeling tight
come dreams of bliss to put things right

©2011 Hey Hey

of this

2011-10-01T23:03:00.000+01:00

not by grand design
nor accident
this sign
could that it paves now the way
for salvation
or simply may
be sent
for procrastination
like the rest
of this
the worst, the best
the piss

©2011 Hey Hey

better good

2011-09-16T00:31:00.001+01:00

a smoke, in times of old
large whisky so i’m told
to warm the hearts and minds
to keep the different kinds
but now we have to jibe
at those who might imbibe
a pipe is peace no more
one over, here’s the door
how could the smiling end
and stranger be no friend
why did the rhymester frown
the jester lose his crown
for all, the better good
or maybe we all should

©2011 Hey Hey

for who

2011-09-15T23:53:00.000+01:00

to write this song for who
and those they never knew
whilst cycling in the sun
descending, on the run
a dusty sidewalk rest
now see us at our best
two lips became all four
if not of past now sure
a day that was unfair
to those who were not there
the music’s oxygen
no limits, where or when
forever in our eyes
the blue of summer skies

©2011 Hey Hey

midst these icicleworks

2011-09-06T18:12:00.000+01:00

this sound
of the wind
in an empty skull
resembles the howl of a wolf
the cry of a life
and when the molecules settle
so time freezes
as does love
in the grey
the gaps
still, might a dream
survive
midst these icicleworks
could the rime layer melt
eyes to see
perhaps for a reason
or given purpose
suchlike hearing
this sound of the wind
in an empty skull

©2011 Hey Hey

the earth is you

2011-08-18T01:25:00.000+01:00

waking to an amber morning
and musical smoke
winding the same song
as when we slept
upwards
skywards

the clearest daybreak
through misty eyes
is a rousing dream
of the new
the past in the now
and how

then I saw
a star in the east
but I’m no magus
and you’re no hypnotist
still, wanderer, one thing is true
the earth is you

©2011 Hey Hey

dues

2011-08-17T22:35:00.000+01:00

o my friend I got my dues
or did I simply get the blues
perceiving all there was to see
it wasn’t much yet it was me

and so I sit here musing when
it could be soon but transpired then
for more than often laughter said
this is a dream and you’re in bed

but fantasies don’t make it real
that pleasure pal is how you feel
as always though one has no choice
for what you hear is not your voice

thus dues are all you have to sum
counting til the time will come

©2011 Hey Hey