12/25/06
i envy your peace right now,
bluemellow ghosts living as they should,
in the grips of your closed hands,
in disregarded peace.
ghosts drag you from your mind,
slowly letting go
into a trusted sense of nothingness,
where you want to go.
bluemellow backdrop in a dreaming sky
cradles your soul in senseless motion
to sleep.
to run, fly, lie unnoticed, unaware in
a world of disregard,
bluemellow peace.
they whisper to your eyes a sensory desire,
awake.
-huey
Monday, December 25, 2006
Sunday, December 24, 2006
"Influence"
12/22/06 -
we four of three
understand the influence in life
and the fish in dirty water
understands beyond these atlantic eyes
the secrets that may dare.
she influences.
she conveys the melody
at which emotions play
outward, inward, knowing self
what could be best
and a respect of what might be
a gentle hope.
-huey
we four of three
understand the influence in life
and the fish in dirty water
understands beyond these atlantic eyes
the secrets that may dare.
she influences.
she conveys the melody
at which emotions play
outward, inward, knowing self
what could be best
and a respect of what might be
a gentle hope.
-huey
"Coverstory"
12/19/06
constant reminders of what can never be
erodes the coverstory
there to protect a heart in need of desperate
exposure to love
an instance that a mind will destroy and a
heart cant live without
moments of memories with Love cast the shadows
for now
though, the mind is looking in on inevitability's
foot simultaneously tapping with time's metronome
waiting for the selfish moment to go dark
and forget.
-huey
constant reminders of what can never be
erodes the coverstory
there to protect a heart in need of desperate
exposure to love
an instance that a mind will destroy and a
heart cant live without
moments of memories with Love cast the shadows
for now
though, the mind is looking in on inevitability's
foot simultaneously tapping with time's metronome
waiting for the selfish moment to go dark
and forget.
-huey
Monday, December 18, 2006
"Effortless"
12/17/06
pre-conceived energies are replaced with silences
not quiet, more similar to episodes of peace
but without the effort.
future's focus for minutes to hours, days
and everything in between,
once hosted in apprehension, now wade within.
silence drives true.
-huey
pre-conceived energies are replaced with silences
not quiet, more similar to episodes of peace
but without the effort.
future's focus for minutes to hours, days
and everything in between,
once hosted in apprehension, now wade within.
silence drives true.
-huey
Saturday, December 16, 2006
"Humility"
12/16/06
for every thing in this world,
there is some one unnoticed, unrecognized.
life gets to play games on you.
you rather with .. players you know
players who aren't playing,
and others betting against you.
not those who are playing for you, hard ..
minds, souls, intent.
loose souls, tide & draw shapes from your eyes
to understand the man who compliments their
humility to understand
-huey
for every thing in this world,
there is some one unnoticed, unrecognized.
life gets to play games on you.
you rather with .. players you know
players who aren't playing,
and others betting against you.
not those who are playing for you, hard ..
minds, souls, intent.
loose souls, tide & draw shapes from your eyes
to understand the man who compliments their
humility to understand
-huey
"a truth"
12/14/06
I’ve hit my fate point again.
There’s a cap on my happiness.
Automatics stop & turn back the smiling heart
It just wont let me be happy for too long.
The mission cant wait to find out what’s really
around the next turn .. regardless of what is
.. all for the want of knowing.
-huey
I’ve hit my fate point again.
There’s a cap on my happiness.
Automatics stop & turn back the smiling heart
It just wont let me be happy for too long.
The mission cant wait to find out what’s really
around the next turn .. regardless of what is
.. all for the want of knowing.
-huey
"Summertime"
12/11/06
I cant wait to meet you again
I find it funny to laugh with you
Im so happy to get to cry to you
I get to synchronize,
Behind my eyes .. your laugh lines.
Time is still .. passing us by
An unnoticed love triangle
Without broken hearts,
Without teams or players,
Without agendas beyond listening
And I cant wait to meet you again.
- huey
I cant wait to meet you again
I find it funny to laugh with you
Im so happy to get to cry to you
I get to synchronize,
Behind my eyes .. your laugh lines.
Time is still .. passing us by
An unnoticed love triangle
Without broken hearts,
Without teams or players,
Without agendas beyond listening
And I cant wait to meet you again.
- huey
Saturday, December 9, 2006
"It's Got to Get Better, Right?"
12/9/06
signs, senses, timing...
a heart that's ready in spirit
gets reigned on, wailed for trying
a constant reminder of how human
a mind gets to be
how physical it is, how realistic
it has been
and how the soul gets to pretend
and relieve it's pain.
-huey
signs, senses, timing...
a heart that's ready in spirit
gets reigned on, wailed for trying
a constant reminder of how human
a mind gets to be
how physical it is, how realistic
it has been
and how the soul gets to pretend
and relieve it's pain.
-huey
"Flight of a Friend"
11/25/06
for Peggles
because a mind can,
doesn't mean a heart should
let go to say goodbye
in familiarity of "everyone"
a hug from you.
-huey
for Peggles
because a mind can,
doesn't mean a heart should
let go to say goodbye
in familiarity of "everyone"
a hug from you.
-huey
"Féirín"
12/2/06
it's your time,
it's your eyes.
you're watching,
waiting on something beautiful
to happen
when it already is.
it's your memories of, mine of
a connection via,
a little irish man.
-huey
it's your time,
it's your eyes.
you're watching,
waiting on something beautiful
to happen
when it already is.
it's your memories of, mine of
a connection via,
a little irish man.
-huey
"On the Stub"
12/7/06
i want to take you for a ride
on a second hand balloon
re-live some trips, re-trip the parts
that might have skipped...
past retention, memory's forgetful cousin
original hotspots of highpoints of focus
that celebration took beyond of itself
leaving me cold
forgotten firsts
-huey
i want to take you for a ride
on a second hand balloon
re-live some trips, re-trip the parts
that might have skipped...
past retention, memory's forgetful cousin
original hotspots of highpoints of focus
that celebration took beyond of itself
leaving me cold
forgotten firsts
-huey
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
"The Copy"
11/20/06
for the late Dr. Nät “Kyle” Brēmcïd, PhD.
It’s the reflection-literal in the city bank’s revolving glass door.
It’s a gesture and comment too recognizable;
An instance of un-owned memory and known.
Observe, undisturbed the catastrophe, within the déjà vu expected.
Familiar eyes, class, style & individuality that re-traces deep scores;
A confirmation that it’s truth.
-huey
for the late Dr. Nät “Kyle” Brēmcïd, PhD.
It’s the reflection-literal in the city bank’s revolving glass door.
It’s a gesture and comment too recognizable;
An instance of un-owned memory and known.
Observe, undisturbed the catastrophe, within the déjà vu expected.
Familiar eyes, class, style & individuality that re-traces deep scores;
A confirmation that it’s truth.
-huey
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
"Big & Little"
for Mr. Small
11/15/06
memories of what was said, what was done at the time ...
today, i learned from them or, taught myself something ...
life's "template of cause" fell around us again
and caught few enough friends to hoola-hoop effect
the others attention enough to care
what Big did when it was little, it can tell in parallel
to Little decisions
time, place .. places change everything for Doing
Decisions reign the same ..
They have to be made.
-huey
11/15/06
memories of what was said, what was done at the time ...
today, i learned from them or, taught myself something ...
life's "template of cause" fell around us again
and caught few enough friends to hoola-hoop effect
the others attention enough to care
what Big did when it was little, it can tell in parallel
to Little decisions
time, place .. places change everything for Doing
Decisions reign the same ..
They have to be made.
-huey
Monday, November 6, 2006
"Sleeping Gentle"
11/06/06
your soul does seek what your closed eyes cast back upon your face,
trained only a disciplined soul can possess this peace for which you seek.
your fingers may wipe but never open your eyes in the comfort of ultimate answers;
where you so want to be.
dreams bare a slow margin of time inherent to want determined, patience sought,
effort exhausted in every way in successive truths;
or returned mundane.
your chemicals rule the fear between your retina and reflective mirrors,
though your soul crouches behind closed eyes.
-huey
your soul does seek what your closed eyes cast back upon your face,
trained only a disciplined soul can possess this peace for which you seek.
your fingers may wipe but never open your eyes in the comfort of ultimate answers;
where you so want to be.
dreams bare a slow margin of time inherent to want determined, patience sought,
effort exhausted in every way in successive truths;
or returned mundane.
your chemicals rule the fear between your retina and reflective mirrors,
though your soul crouches behind closed eyes.
-huey
Friday, October 27, 2006
"In Nature's Shadow"
10/27/06
in nature's shadow, in winter, shades light, evident to eyes
seeing past the radiant existence in summer, so cold ... so cool.
frost angels outline the white maples lining prison lawns
evident that some grow stronger whilst others,
in diminished or growing cast,
wane and wail in nature's shadow.
-huey
in nature's shadow, in winter, shades light, evident to eyes
seeing past the radiant existence in summer, so cold ... so cool.
frost angels outline the white maples lining prison lawns
evident that some grow stronger whilst others,
in diminished or growing cast,
wane and wail in nature's shadow.
-huey
Monday, October 23, 2006
"Voter's Paradise"
10/23/06
life is turmoil in a voter's paradise
freedom is to sake; invasion for our lives
not since Independence will a vote sanctify
a Future for our lives
freedom comforts overlapping lies
sightings within exhaustive truths
there within the answers tell
freedom in peril votes above tranquility.
-huey
life is turmoil in a voter's paradise
freedom is to sake; invasion for our lives
not since Independence will a vote sanctify
a Future for our lives
freedom comforts overlapping lies
sightings within exhaustive truths
there within the answers tell
freedom in peril votes above tranquility.
-huey
Monday, October 16, 2006
"Ten Sixteen Insecurities"
10/16/06
these are confusing times .. i just don't get it anymore
ready or sober, patient, face down or perpendicular to the floor
my life's play.. plays slow .. thought's no matter,
the picture never stops .. in the photograph that it is now;
for the most part
i can't feel Ten Sixteen in the family tree
a life-giver down
in the trenches of my self-awareness grounds of 2K3
i cant even feel familiar for the sense
eyes in a bed for a reference
to the same sounds i heard except peace with hope
if i am there .. where am i.
if i can be there .. where can...i
-huey
these are confusing times .. i just don't get it anymore
ready or sober, patient, face down or perpendicular to the floor
my life's play.. plays slow .. thought's no matter,
the picture never stops .. in the photograph that it is now;
for the most part
i can't feel Ten Sixteen in the family tree
a life-giver down
in the trenches of my self-awareness grounds of 2K3
i cant even feel familiar for the sense
eyes in a bed for a reference
to the same sounds i heard except peace with hope
if i am there .. where am i.
if i can be there .. where can...i
-huey
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
"If I Had One Day"
10/11/06
if i had one day, i'd speak in your tongues
uncover your sadness; why you war
consume your belief; how you spend
listen to your childrens' fears & dreams for hope
answer all you wonder
but i spend my day finding places for your souls
the curable sick beyond his suggestion, not your gift
incidents, accidents avoidable, intentional
sorting through blame in all its translations
but i do this out of love, eternal
if i had one day, i'd speak in your tongues
uncover your sadness; why you war
consume your belief; how you spend
listen to your childrens' fears & dreams for hope
answer all you wonder
but i spend my day finding places for your souls
the curable sick beyond his suggestion, not your gift
incidents, accidents avoidable, intentional
sorting through blame in all its translations
but i do this out of love, eternal
Saturday, September 30, 2006
"Mandala Man"
(Acceptance)
09/30/06
two eyes of equal curiosity stare back onto a face
kaleidoscopes smooth color into texture
two eyes wonder possibilities
two eyes are involved
there is peacefulness .. but no immediate answers
a burn victim's eyes pitting mirrors against reflections
-huey
09/30/06
two eyes of equal curiosity stare back onto a face
kaleidoscopes smooth color into texture
two eyes wonder possibilities
two eyes are involved
there is peacefulness .. but no immediate answers
a burn victim's eyes pitting mirrors against reflections
-huey
Thursday, September 14, 2006
"Steel Conversations"
09/13/06
(as) For Jimi
hell breaks loose in my fingers
sign language on the hearing endowed
soundwaves impaled on those impaired
translations, my vocals of, take care
and my mind, the rest, to share.
-huey
(as) For Jimi
hell breaks loose in my fingers
sign language on the hearing endowed
soundwaves impaled on those impaired
translations, my vocals of, take care
and my mind, the rest, to share.
-huey
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
"Your Tunes Aint My Tunes"
09/13/06
the downside ofiTunesTM is just like one of those dreams
where you find a treasure in the sand and dig, dig, dig
but when you wake to find that the idea has felled your hands empty ...
pay online money for online songs or be put in jail ..
sounds like an american entrepreneurial dream .. exactly like one ..
a great idea backed by billionaires, managed by millionaires ..
dropped on hundreds- and thousandaires, tens and twenties ..
and there is no Zappa .. there is no Dead,
just pieces of incomplete artists, ideas lost
-huey
the downside of
where you find a treasure in the sand and dig, dig, dig
but when you wake to find that the idea has felled your hands empty ...
pay online money for online songs or be put in jail ..
sounds like an american entrepreneurial dream .. exactly like one ..
a great idea backed by billionaires, managed by millionaires ..
dropped on hundreds- and thousandaires, tens and twenties ..
and there is no Zappa .. there is no Dead,
just pieces of incomplete artists, ideas lost
-huey
Thursday, September 7, 2006
"My Understanding (Of it All)"
09/06/06
the light at the end of the tunnel was neutral
not blindingly bright in mystery
not void of sight or overcast
but natural-leveled knowing
i've been to either end of emotion's extremities
living --- dying ---
but life, in the end, didn't have an accelerator
peddle or brake
it was all me pushing for more than there can ever be
knowing that, in itself, is wondrous
-- life allows extremes
and life accepts you for less.
-huey
the light at the end of the tunnel was neutral
not blindingly bright in mystery
not void of sight or overcast
but natural-leveled knowing
i've been to either end of emotion's extremities
living --- dying ---
but life, in the end, didn't have an accelerator
peddle or brake
it was all me pushing for more than there can ever be
knowing that, in itself, is wondrous
-- life allows extremes
and life accepts you for less.
-huey
Sunday, September 3, 2006
"Never a Poet Understand"
9/4/06
usual words, elegant swords
speak in meanings, not tongues...
not in blood ... Beaten hearts, lives seen ...
friends lost in forever,
friends kept throughout
elegant notes, unusual melodies,
other masters, ... musicians to us all
hold beyond their reach.. atonement,
solitude ... feeling tongues, hearts...
friends kept near
elephant ears, giraffe tongues
active minds eyes kept close....d
for purpose & reason
some soul's are not poets
nor musicians.
-huey
usual words, elegant swords
speak in meanings, not tongues...
not in blood ... Beaten hearts, lives seen ...
friends lost in forever,
friends kept throughout
elegant notes, unusual melodies,
other masters, ... musicians to us all
hold beyond their reach.. atonement,
solitude ... feeling tongues, hearts...
friends kept near
elephant ears, giraffe tongues
active minds eyes kept close....d
for purpose & reason
some soul's are not poets
nor musicians.
-huey
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
"Death Next Time"
08/29/06
people with conscience's can change
for conscious paths, intent on change
for hope of change after death of this time
if not my life,
eventuality paying attention to some detail
for itself
if not my faith, my hope
if not my eyes, my intent, alone
for a change
without quitting .. or giving up.
unfortunate.
-huey
people with conscience's can change
for conscious paths, intent on change
for hope of change after death of this time
if not my life,
eventuality paying attention to some detail
for itself
if not my faith, my hope
if not my eyes, my intent, alone
for a change
without quitting .. or giving up.
unfortunate.
-huey
Friday, August 25, 2006
"Divers"
06/30/94
head's pounding against the sea's bottom
stirring up the sands; the pure revelation
and those who made it back to talk in tongues
of strings exciting waves, breaking fingers
petting consciousness from it's cage; slick palmed spine
controlled within the greatest catastrophe,
rudest sanity, explicit reality
nearest secret of speaking ...
starring every syllable into your pulsating eye,
the very stroke pacing the heart of god
eager madness learns the attack
by the greatest high of all ..
to test the reach of self,
without feeling at all.
-huey
head's pounding against the sea's bottom
stirring up the sands; the pure revelation
and those who made it back to talk in tongues
of strings exciting waves, breaking fingers
petting consciousness from it's cage; slick palmed spine
controlled within the greatest catastrophe,
rudest sanity, explicit reality
nearest secret of speaking ...
starring every syllable into your pulsating eye,
the very stroke pacing the heart of god
eager madness learns the attack
by the greatest high of all ..
to test the reach of self,
without feeling at all.
-huey
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
"Baby Blue"
08/15/06
(for B.B.)
It's where the summer blue sunset's sky
contrasts a mind covered in dark blue,
a city in turmoil, goals worth reaching for.
It's their same stories, conflicts, successes ..
and failures, obstacles
that Baby Blue picks up ..
where Ever dropped out, ... off
a heart & mind to serve and protect the like
a four way bond of reliance
to which there is no resolve without.
criminal is knowing otherwise.
-huey
(for B.B.)
It's where the summer blue sunset's sky
contrasts a mind covered in dark blue,
a city in turmoil, goals worth reaching for.
It's their same stories, conflicts, successes ..
and failures, obstacles
that Baby Blue picks up ..
where Ever dropped out, ... off
a heart & mind to serve and protect the like
a four way bond of reliance
to which there is no resolve without.
criminal is knowing otherwise.
-huey
Saturday, August 12, 2006
"She Says"
08/12/06
america ... horrific peace
even she, in her people, forgets
how good she has it
a greater collective mind than any
arqueadac dream
awake .. shake those dreams
awake foes, lead them eye to eye
to our front doors, coast lines, beaches..
send them on their way
there's no room for counter-productive freedom
when they don't belong near her
and she regurgitates at the thought
of separation from the loves who make her one.
america says keep her free
-huey
america ... horrific peace
even she, in her people, forgets
how good she has it
a greater collective mind than any
arqueadac dream
awake .. shake those dreams
awake foes, lead them eye to eye
to our front doors, coast lines, beaches..
send them on their way
there's no room for counter-productive freedom
when they don't belong near her
and she regurgitates at the thought
of separation from the loves who make her one.
america says keep her free
-huey
Tuesday, August 8, 2006
"Making the Cut"
08/08/06
precision decisions meant
artistic cover-up's spent
regardless the cost of sight
on discovery
love is worth anything
conscious avoidance prevails,
pain drawn maps follow paths intended,
never drawn for the purpose to exhale
in their look they don't understand,
live opposite eyes that do
remember that
-huey
precision decisions meant
artistic cover-up's spent
regardless the cost of sight
on discovery
love is worth anything
conscious avoidance prevails,
pain drawn maps follow paths intended,
never drawn for the purpose to exhale
in their look they don't understand,
live opposite eyes that do
remember that
-huey
Friday, August 4, 2006
"Dear Chuck"
08/03/06
what happens when public enemy's controversy
becomes mainstream reality?
it's not a fight anymore
just everyday blood
coursing in everyones reigns
not so much evermore in the mind
preminition, proactive, silent ..
absorbed, over run, exemplified
the future is?
-huey
what happens when public enemy's controversy
becomes mainstream reality?
it's not a fight anymore
just everyday blood
coursing in everyones reigns
not so much evermore in the mind
preminition, proactive, silent ..
absorbed, over run, exemplified
the future is?
-huey
"The Filling Station"
07/18/06
when i'm down, spirit all dried out
i hit the filling station ---
benny goodman proprietor
fill her up -- sing me a swing song
and sing, sing, sing
possess my soul -- top off my battery,
wipe my windshield,
test drive my new tires with your beats
fill my tank with your energy
re-ignite my hope for the next drive
with your horny massage.
-huey
when i'm down, spirit all dried out
i hit the filling station ---
benny goodman proprietor
fill her up -- sing me a swing song
and sing, sing, sing
possess my soul -- top off my battery,
wipe my windshield,
test drive my new tires with your beats
fill my tank with your energy
re-ignite my hope for the next drive
with your horny massage.
-huey
"Unlike Santa"
07/18/06
religion draws a box 'round belief
all this time, even separated from
st. get-up-for-church
wasted on thoughts of elders
.: ideas of others for others' ideas of
life has been happening regardless
life is time,
not man, woman or child decision of
here or beyond life is time ...
time is what lives have failed to devour,
not life, to draw upon.
-huey
religion draws a box 'round belief
all this time, even separated from
st. get-up-for-church
wasted on thoughts of elders
.: ideas of others for others' ideas of
life has been happening regardless
life is time,
not man, woman or child decision of
here or beyond life is time ...
time is what lives have failed to devour,
not life, to draw upon.
-huey
"Intrinsic"
07/15/06
(For Joseph & Stella)
our lives were grandma
aunt jo, aunt mary, ...
aunts and uncles, cousins
no grandpa
strength & stressfull
respect, foundation
intrinsic values merely eighteen years derived
but strong
transcended in
stories .. warnings ..
beauty .. ugliness.
choices .. respect.
-huey
(For Joseph & Stella)
our lives were grandma
aunt jo, aunt mary, ...
aunts and uncles, cousins
no grandpa
strength & stressfull
respect, foundation
intrinsic values merely eighteen years derived
but strong
transcended in
stories .. warnings ..
beauty .. ugliness.
choices .. respect.
-huey
Friday, June 16, 2006
"Mary Anne Died Today"
(For Mary Anne Foley Meredith)
06/16/06
Time takes care of those who follow.
lets them complete crucial cycles
for its own survival,
for having to stop & start again.
Time obstructs know mind willing
to continue
It's a venue for those to follow
separated Union.
-huey
06/16/06
Time takes care of those who follow.
lets them complete crucial cycles
for its own survival,
for having to stop & start again.
Time obstructs know mind willing
to continue
It's a venue for those to follow
separated Union.
-huey
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
"Learning G-d"
08/28/01
i wish to awake to see
my children to destroy of thee
laughter hear burning in
wasted tears fighting in
an against
another riddle unsolved of
the happy or sad,
friendly or enemy.
too, again another civilization.
.: our painful lesson learned
through 'the' god's lesson.
we are the failure of god's lesson
in not seeing god's intention for us
soon enough.
god can try again ..
and nature assumes command.
-huey
i wish to awake to see
my children to destroy of thee
laughter hear burning in
wasted tears fighting in
an against
another riddle unsolved of
the happy or sad,
friendly or enemy.
too, again another civilization.
.: our painful lesson learned
through 'the' god's lesson.
we are the failure of god's lesson
in not seeing god's intention for us
soon enough.
god can try again ..
and nature assumes command.
-huey
"Summer's Last"
09/06/01
each morning, once a year
waking freezing ... summer is over for the year
dead trees rise and prosper on souls of this season.
life in monochrome chilled sight, dreading winter.
intimate dances with death brokers, automatic futures.
telescopic desperation on friends
to drag me into spring.
countless advances, with sad eyes & sadder heart
vomit with confession,
to bring me in safely again, for summer's last ... again.
-huey
each morning, once a year
waking freezing ... summer is over for the year
dead trees rise and prosper on souls of this season.
life in monochrome chilled sight, dreading winter.
intimate dances with death brokers, automatic futures.
telescopic desperation on friends
to drag me into spring.
countless advances, with sad eyes & sadder heart
vomit with confession,
to bring me in safely again, for summer's last ... again.
-huey
"reclaim"
09/20/01
there's a snake in America's nest.
Liberty call for help, Tomcat call for backup.
the pig and the snake have infested our soul.
America has got to go .. to war .. to protect the Kiss.
-huey
there's a snake in America's nest.
Liberty call for help, Tomcat call for backup.
the pig and the snake have infested our soul.
America has got to go .. to war .. to protect the Kiss.
-huey
"Smug Devils"
04/16/02
white collar criminals, devils
hands choking throats in suicidal contempt
eyes deliver messaging deceived in voice
bathing in pools drenched with forgiveness
pre-conceived with priviledge
in a vast den of souls to burden.
channeling new born souls
in masturbated hands
between earth and a god.
placing a foul christ
in mouths of sinners asking forgiveness.
lying in love by twos
asking promises, to question commitment
forgiving all the while.
-huey
white collar criminals, devils
hands choking throats in suicidal contempt
eyes deliver messaging deceived in voice
bathing in pools drenched with forgiveness
pre-conceived with priviledge
in a vast den of souls to burden.
channeling new born souls
in masturbated hands
between earth and a god.
placing a foul christ
in mouths of sinners asking forgiveness.
lying in love by twos
asking promises, to question commitment
forgiving all the while.
-huey
"Policy"
05/14/02
policy is for Priests
policy is for Criminals
policy is for Murderers
policy is for Tax Evaders
policy is for Speeders
policy is for Sex Offenders
policy is for Kidnappers
policy is for Terrorists
policy is for Drunk Drivers
policy is for Hackers
policy is for Drug Dealers
policy is for Bullies
policy is for people that don't listen.
-huey
policy is for Priests
policy is for Criminals
policy is for Murderers
policy is for Tax Evaders
policy is for Speeders
policy is for Sex Offenders
policy is for Kidnappers
policy is for Terrorists
policy is for Drunk Drivers
policy is for Hackers
policy is for Drug Dealers
policy is for Bullies
policy is for people that don't listen.
-huey
"Every Parents Child"
03/24/02
i have felt the tides of dispair
latch on and stretch my dreams
pulled back and wash, dissipate
back into a dream-world, so empty.
you've killed the very people
to hear your plea for help
and generate compassion.
i've only wanted for you
what i've ever had myself ... freedom.
and you have pointed aim toward the pagan's temples,
and you have loaded intent with ample amunition,
but you have pulled the trigger on every
American's gun .. whether they own one in freedom or not.
freedom has no fate as a comodity
just players, standers and runners
in consequence footings
and i am not living in the hopes and dreams
of my parents.
-huey
i have felt the tides of dispair
latch on and stretch my dreams
pulled back and wash, dissipate
back into a dream-world, so empty.
you've killed the very people
to hear your plea for help
and generate compassion.
i've only wanted for you
what i've ever had myself ... freedom.
and you have pointed aim toward the pagan's temples,
and you have loaded intent with ample amunition,
but you have pulled the trigger on every
American's gun .. whether they own one in freedom or not.
freedom has no fate as a comodity
just players, standers and runners
in consequence footings
and i am not living in the hopes and dreams
of my parents.
-huey
Friday, June 9, 2006
"die"
09/08/97
elton rehashes vocals to circumvent the mood
it's the jesters' who've killed the kings joy this time
his life the times before
six times the man, farrakhan
a few more to his few less, obsessed
alive and die, caught up stumbled in hindsight...
...mmm doin' here?
the real queen, she smiles, new york shines in colors shared
divine geometric prejudice
mummy dear mummy
teresa died poor today like you and i
before my eyes committing silence in responsible tone
walking you home through the flowers cold above the streets
resting guards arms entwined
sleep walk you into the abbey
the angels weep for you through every eye
your people, your piers, all except mine...
i'll make you proud,
protocol
-huey
elton rehashes vocals to circumvent the mood
it's the jesters' who've killed the kings joy this time
his life the times before
six times the man, farrakhan
a few more to his few less, obsessed
alive and die, caught up stumbled in hindsight...
...mmm doin' here?
the real queen, she smiles, new york shines in colors shared
divine geometric prejudice
mummy dear mummy
teresa died poor today like you and i
before my eyes committing silence in responsible tone
walking you home through the flowers cold above the streets
resting guards arms entwined
sleep walk you into the abbey
the angels weep for you through every eye
your people, your piers, all except mine...
i'll make you proud,
protocol
-huey
"Another Run (of it)"
06/16/97
bluming red bombshells & girls, knockouts, concussions
red money billiards on green grasses o'er seas cold of gray
pink aster,
ottomans lying about with hired butlers jogging in place
beer cans crumpled in corners,
knees kicked up gently as you or i in another run of it
more tools i've never used attacking my waking head
forest mornings swearing your eyes to virgin witness
though you're a slut for bright moon shards already
perhaps you haven't seen the iron wrought
staircase black tie, gray hardness lie difficult
that same dream,
drive-by of brick-faced 'hospital-somehow' in the city
there lies the answers simply in an answering suspicion
white ice snowflake wrapped 'round your rib cage in anger, lashing
let me know whom owns my tears.
-huey
bluming red bombshells & girls, knockouts, concussions
red money billiards on green grasses o'er seas cold of gray
pink aster,
ottomans lying about with hired butlers jogging in place
beer cans crumpled in corners,
knees kicked up gently as you or i in another run of it
more tools i've never used attacking my waking head
forest mornings swearing your eyes to virgin witness
though you're a slut for bright moon shards already
perhaps you haven't seen the iron wrought
staircase black tie, gray hardness lie difficult
that same dream,
drive-by of brick-faced 'hospital-somehow' in the city
there lies the answers simply in an answering suspicion
white ice snowflake wrapped 'round your rib cage in anger, lashing
let me know whom owns my tears.
-huey
"The Bearer Bond"
06/07/06
The first time they ignore
The first time they strike in hatred
an empty journey begins
lasting ever in pastel shades
innocent memories left echoed on emptied walls
longing for a response
blind faith and wishes hold out hope
like a fishing line listening for remorse
if forever and so
be it
-huey
The first time they ignore
The first time they strike in hatred
an empty journey begins
lasting ever in pastel shades
innocent memories left echoed on emptied walls
longing for a response
blind faith and wishes hold out hope
like a fishing line listening for remorse
if forever and so
be it
-huey
Wednesday, June 7, 2006
"03:65 am"
07/16/93
constriction!
candied dreams of death
clamping, shackling my arms, heart and lungs
days! hours in, fright...
blessed aquatic, with recognizable intelligence
prepared to die in the fish bowl
absorbing unseen light and seeing by the source
remembering situations similar and reciting proof
im struck!... with love and sorrow through my hearted brain
tiered, chained fate, reigns future sadness on my son
perpetual echo...the room of perpetual hurt.
-huey
constriction!
candied dreams of death
clamping, shackling my arms, heart and lungs
days! hours in, fright...
blessed aquatic, with recognizable intelligence
prepared to die in the fish bowl
absorbing unseen light and seeing by the source
remembering situations similar and reciting proof
im struck!... with love and sorrow through my hearted brain
tiered, chained fate, reigns future sadness on my son
perpetual echo...the room of perpetual hurt.
-huey
"tell anna everything"
Early 1990
(for Karen Kulas)
anna, battle in a battlezone.
anna, battle on a citizen.
not like battleman's a soldierman.
anna, battlezone gets it's way.
anna, citizen's not affraid.
dictator's gotta answer to the man.
anna, tables on the other side.
anna, freedom's gonna come alive.
anna, you're gonna have to hear her cry.
anna, think before you do again.
anna, did you ever hear of sin.
ignorance working on the mind within.
anna, the sow's are feeding in the bin.
anna, you overlooked the proud again.
anna, look at what you're standing in.
anna, hear me when i say to you.
anna, your days are numbered thru and thru.
anna, the end is only so far near.
anna, i know you SEE, you always do.
anna, your logic aint the best for you.
anna, im gonna help to show the way.
anna, coton-tail was here to stay.
klink should have sent sargeant shultz away.
anna, not affraid to mention names.
anna, telling you for your own good.
anna, its probably to late my now.
suicide would be to easy to answer how.
anna, i'd trade it all for some real.
anna, my nerves are wearing deathly thin.
anna, if you only knew . . . . . . . .
"tell anna everything"
by huey
anna used to be a good friend of mine who killed herself slowly and
finally died.
(for Karen Kulas)
anna, battle in a battlezone.
anna, battle on a citizen.
not like battleman's a soldierman.
anna, battlezone gets it's way.
anna, citizen's not affraid.
dictator's gotta answer to the man.
anna, tables on the other side.
anna, freedom's gonna come alive.
anna, you're gonna have to hear her cry.
anna, think before you do again.
anna, did you ever hear of sin.
ignorance working on the mind within.
anna, the sow's are feeding in the bin.
anna, you overlooked the proud again.
anna, look at what you're standing in.
anna, hear me when i say to you.
anna, your days are numbered thru and thru.
anna, the end is only so far near.
anna, i know you SEE, you always do.
anna, your logic aint the best for you.
anna, im gonna help to show the way.
anna, coton-tail was here to stay.
klink should have sent sargeant shultz away.
anna, not affraid to mention names.
anna, telling you for your own good.
anna, its probably to late my now.
suicide would be to easy to answer how.
anna, i'd trade it all for some real.
anna, my nerves are wearing deathly thin.
anna, if you only knew . . . . . . . .
"tell anna everything"
by huey
anna used to be a good friend of mine who killed herself slowly and
finally died.
"The Jack"
10/14/00
dirty blackend soul to die
wants me to see my love of me
but irony irons my eyes into seeing
my want of yours ... to seeing me the way i should be ...
the way i dont want to be.
on the edge, i referentially go for me.
i called the caretaker of 'the lie' on his promise to deliver lesson
took a city cab to the heart of final dispair
in acoustic abundance chanting, 'hey-y-y-y ay-ay ba-a-by'
still high from unpacking size-30 suitcases & bold,
the caretaker grins, calling me, in the cold and sets the next 48 in my favor
that ones a baby (pointing)
cold leather gloves worn im given, 'put them on'
'take this' .. steel door better serving tools opens, bones, ashes .. human
'sweep' .. dust and fragments spring to the floor .. 'slower, get the corners'
my suspect has fielded my situation now to mentor and student
i realize the hiarchy of knowledge and know this lesson is suddenly life-neccessary
someone dumps into a stainless steel recess
'here, move this through and drop into this pail'
i tried to pull soul with a drop-magnet
and found nails, staples and a burned-up bracelet
nails?? .. 'please', replied
'this is what happens to you when you die',
sweeping remains into drop-slot to grinding apparatus
dust rising and sucked into oversized vacuum duct,
remaining result poured into a plastic bag for loved ones still lying.
'get that jack' (pointing), 'raise it up', .. 'stop'
a long white box, marked with 'head' in blue, is rolled onto the jacked up table
i answered in great respect and matched fear in not wanting to lift the lid
'wheel it over here .. lower the jack .. raise it .. stop! .. right there'
'take this .. open that cabinet .. get a roller .. place it on the end of this'
a burst so strong of Deja Vu hit and still lingers in manipulating that roller
forced fire shouting downwards screams as the steel door opens again
'place the roller inside' .. caretaker tweeks its position .. 'now------'
no one can bypass death, be touched for the aftermath ..
but i raked the furnace of prior account,
i raised the jack and laid the roller,
i felt the heat and saw the flame,
but i pushed her in.
-huey
dirty blackend soul to die
wants me to see my love of me
but irony irons my eyes into seeing
my want of yours ... to seeing me the way i should be ...
the way i dont want to be.
on the edge, i referentially go for me.
i called the caretaker of 'the lie' on his promise to deliver lesson
took a city cab to the heart of final dispair
in acoustic abundance chanting, 'hey-y-y-y ay-ay ba-a-by'
still high from unpacking size-30 suitcases & bold,
the caretaker grins, calling me, in the cold and sets the next 48 in my favor
that ones a baby (pointing)
cold leather gloves worn im given, 'put them on'
'take this' .. steel door better serving tools opens, bones, ashes .. human
'sweep' .. dust and fragments spring to the floor .. 'slower, get the corners'
my suspect has fielded my situation now to mentor and student
i realize the hiarchy of knowledge and know this lesson is suddenly life-neccessary
someone dumps into a stainless steel recess
'here, move this through and drop into this pail'
i tried to pull soul with a drop-magnet
and found nails, staples and a burned-up bracelet
nails?? .. 'please', replied
'this is what happens to you when you die',
sweeping remains into drop-slot to grinding apparatus
dust rising and sucked into oversized vacuum duct,
remaining result poured into a plastic bag for loved ones still lying.
'get that jack' (pointing), 'raise it up', .. 'stop'
a long white box, marked with 'head' in blue, is rolled onto the jacked up table
i answered in great respect and matched fear in not wanting to lift the lid
'wheel it over here .. lower the jack .. raise it .. stop! .. right there'
'take this .. open that cabinet .. get a roller .. place it on the end of this'
a burst so strong of Deja Vu hit and still lingers in manipulating that roller
forced fire shouting downwards screams as the steel door opens again
'place the roller inside' .. caretaker tweeks its position .. 'now------'
no one can bypass death, be touched for the aftermath ..
but i raked the furnace of prior account,
i raised the jack and laid the roller,
i felt the heat and saw the flame,
but i pushed her in.
-huey
Tuesday, June 6, 2006
"China Gourmet: the tree house"
05/25/95
lying dorment, faced on main street,
passers by pier through the only window
wondering if they might exist somewhere within.
shadows rendered dementional to their own;
visual souls; turbulant thoughts and fates,
in a slow fade to regression;
and im there ...
i can look down, in the tree, and see hundreds of tears deciding to be;
tree -- branches cut off and still coming back to carry THE life itself
when spring torments the yellow-greens, to frenzy still air to notice
your cheek;
laughs being constructed weakly to fall apart, and collapse soft suspect.
hours twist over cold liquids and crystals;
i can feel the Collective morph, as souls ignite fear or passion
and lessen when they lighten its wing.
spine waterfalls;
inverted fountains mutilating the light swallowed;
some times, the light pierces Its sense, and burns
a sourness wrings tight the tongue's command ... dehibilitated;
sweetnes enticing guilt into speechlessness;
more ... a lesser thought, that some will retain the memory:
while others, it recedes into the fountain ... cool
smoke; grey-white skeletons look to pink skies stenciled in thick black
... quiet ... secured ... and turbulant.
anger's complexities, smooth as within shark's blue skin;
swallowed intensities reflected from their attended pupils;
jails eyes for merely looking lonliness in Its face.
tombs walk jealous, elegant, sleeping quiet below ...
walking pasts; carrying thoughts away.
falling from the tree,
i realized i wasnt in, but only near; it was a cold thrust.
: the short fall
head rush and sights of people and souls grow smaller and out of sight.
head bowed, i know i was there.
-huey
lying dorment, faced on main street,
passers by pier through the only window
wondering if they might exist somewhere within.
shadows rendered dementional to their own;
visual souls; turbulant thoughts and fates,
in a slow fade to regression;
and im there ...
i can look down, in the tree, and see hundreds of tears deciding to be;
tree -- branches cut off and still coming back to carry THE life itself
when spring torments the yellow-greens, to frenzy still air to notice
your cheek;
laughs being constructed weakly to fall apart, and collapse soft suspect.
hours twist over cold liquids and crystals;
i can feel the Collective morph, as souls ignite fear or passion
and lessen when they lighten its wing.
spine waterfalls;
inverted fountains mutilating the light swallowed;
some times, the light pierces Its sense, and burns
a sourness wrings tight the tongue's command ... dehibilitated;
sweetnes enticing guilt into speechlessness;
more ... a lesser thought, that some will retain the memory:
while others, it recedes into the fountain ... cool
smoke; grey-white skeletons look to pink skies stenciled in thick black
... quiet ... secured ... and turbulant.
anger's complexities, smooth as within shark's blue skin;
swallowed intensities reflected from their attended pupils;
jails eyes for merely looking lonliness in Its face.
tombs walk jealous, elegant, sleeping quiet below ...
walking pasts; carrying thoughts away.
falling from the tree,
i realized i wasnt in, but only near; it was a cold thrust.
: the short fall
head rush and sights of people and souls grow smaller and out of sight.
head bowed, i know i was there.
-huey
"3 Days in Wonderland"
02/07/90
3 days in wonderland
she wasn't there though she held my hand.
if she had ever let me go,
i might still be there with alice.
jay would be rockin the house with the bitch,
she and i'd be dancing.
singled out, the bitch cries my claim,
top of the evening it would be.
get back 'home' to do our thing
and everyone's thing went fine.
two minutes later alice showed up,
took a mallet, and cracked my mind.
near as i can figure it was raining inside.
started to scream as my thoughts went for a ride.
alice was near and full of fear.
the merge had begun, we showed with a tear.
she and kay were having a smoke
when alice gave the wall a poke.
now we were one and having some fun.
later alice mentioned making use of a gun.
when she and kay had discovered the lake,
alice, by then, was truly baked.
alice and tee went in search of a stop
alice told me,
about the man they call cop.
thinking over and over this is the end
all facets of reality had begun to bend.
talk of the fighters surprizing, but true,
set alice and me in a world apart from you.
soon they arrived, for us too late.
tee took alice and truck to escape.
alice would pass and awake later on.
i looked out a window, moments more and she'd be gone.
i stood at the door, cold and disillusioned.
she said something to me, and i cried some more.
she took my hand and lead me to rest.
she tucked me in and gave me her best.
the main event was over, for alice anyway.
alice would leave me alone in my grave.
feeling totally alone and empty and ..
not knowing i'd remain in this horrorland.
-huey
3 days in wonderland
she wasn't there though she held my hand.
if she had ever let me go,
i might still be there with alice.
jay would be rockin the house with the bitch,
she and i'd be dancing.
singled out, the bitch cries my claim,
top of the evening it would be.
get back 'home' to do our thing
and everyone's thing went fine.
two minutes later alice showed up,
took a mallet, and cracked my mind.
near as i can figure it was raining inside.
started to scream as my thoughts went for a ride.
alice was near and full of fear.
the merge had begun, we showed with a tear.
she and kay were having a smoke
when alice gave the wall a poke.
now we were one and having some fun.
later alice mentioned making use of a gun.
when she and kay had discovered the lake,
alice, by then, was truly baked.
alice and tee went in search of a stop
alice told me,
about the man they call cop.
thinking over and over this is the end
all facets of reality had begun to bend.
talk of the fighters surprizing, but true,
set alice and me in a world apart from you.
soon they arrived, for us too late.
tee took alice and truck to escape.
alice would pass and awake later on.
i looked out a window, moments more and she'd be gone.
i stood at the door, cold and disillusioned.
she said something to me, and i cried some more.
she took my hand and lead me to rest.
she tucked me in and gave me her best.
the main event was over, for alice anyway.
alice would leave me alone in my grave.
feeling totally alone and empty and ..
not knowing i'd remain in this horrorland.
-huey
"The Summer Girl"
06/16/01
it's disgusting, the instinct, to burn and
consume murdered animals
at some point, a finite chance to change ways,
something said, 'package it differently' and
has since lost its moment to humanize.
it's a commoners sense that tells him he's drowning
his bank account to let him know he's going broke
the increasive pain, fear and depression that he's losing
but Iowa stands in the way by intercepting my turn
seeing it first.
dangerous conversations invoking two souls removed
revolving reliving memories of endless stares
a laugh, an insinuation, a look suggested
the summer girl was realized with real love.
-huey
it's disgusting, the instinct, to burn and
consume murdered animals
at some point, a finite chance to change ways,
something said, 'package it differently' and
has since lost its moment to humanize.
it's a commoners sense that tells him he's drowning
his bank account to let him know he's going broke
the increasive pain, fear and depression that he's losing
but Iowa stands in the way by intercepting my turn
seeing it first.
dangerous conversations invoking two souls removed
revolving reliving memories of endless stares
a laugh, an insinuation, a look suggested
the summer girl was realized with real love.
-huey
"Unspoken"
12/22/01
eyes smiles, looks, jester gestures
unspoken optics unravel into a tangled mess
rattled near escape, near death of a truth
confrontations, lines crossed on two souls
useless synergy, energy for two souls in non-stop parallel
glances, faces, words unspoken.
-huey
eyes smiles, looks, jester gestures
unspoken optics unravel into a tangled mess
rattled near escape, near death of a truth
confrontations, lines crossed on two souls
useless synergy, energy for two souls in non-stop parallel
glances, faces, words unspoken.
-huey
Monday, April 3, 2006
"Still Surprised"
for J.P.
04/01/06
funny how we're still surprised
the sky's the same
10 minutes before the sun rise
...sight
all our dreams, crimes, thoughts
carry over
in full view of blanketed assailants
all our conscious echos answer back
unnoticed
unaware of dimmed sight
birds we notice.
-huey
04/01/06
funny how we're still surprised
the sky's the same
10 minutes before the sun rise
...sight
all our dreams, crimes, thoughts
carry over
in full view of blanketed assailants
all our conscious echos answer back
unnoticed
unaware of dimmed sight
birds we notice.
-huey
Wednesday, March 8, 2006
"Dismiss my Soul Not"
3/7/06
had a few beers & my bision vlurs,
thoughts slow and i write down the words
that come from somewhere
got a cold fever hot,
hopped up on meds
nyquill, dayqill and advil
a hundred & two degree temp
& i write words that come from somewhere
my old pappy died, my mind wasn't right
and i was so sad with bereavement
and still i write, the words within
each time the same from somewhere known.
-huey
had a few beers & my bision vlurs,
thoughts slow and i write down the words
that come from somewhere
got a cold fever hot,
hopped up on meds
nyquill, dayqill and advil
a hundred & two degree temp
& i write words that come from somewhere
my old pappy died, my mind wasn't right
and i was so sad with bereavement
and still i write, the words within
each time the same from somewhere known.
-huey
"Genuflect"
3/4/06
at dawn or the purple morning hour
still men in power have minds of twilight
and indecision .. even peace
though once the sun's light crests above the
tree tops
edge clouds pushed just above
the light commits mens minds to what Is
nothing is hidden
nature influences man.
-huey
at dawn or the purple morning hour
still men in power have minds of twilight
and indecision .. even peace
though once the sun's light crests above the
tree tops
edge clouds pushed just above
the light commits mens minds to what Is
nothing is hidden
nature influences man.
-huey
"Inside"
2/8/06
the world is composed of visual dark shadows
even as my eyes are closed
no escape from the shapes
that my thought slavely patterns
running towards before and after
each reach to understand
translated and re-
just to pay off confusion
if i try that far to concentrate
on the thread enough
for a completion...
for one point,
one hinge to swing to the next
further unrelated in sight ...
ever connected in meaning.
-huey
the world is composed of visual dark shadows
even as my eyes are closed
no escape from the shapes
that my thought slavely patterns
running towards before and after
each reach to understand
translated and re-
just to pay off confusion
if i try that far to concentrate
on the thread enough
for a completion...
for one point,
one hinge to swing to the next
further unrelated in sight ...
ever connected in meaning.
-huey
Thursday, February 23, 2006
"Music for Memories"
02/23/06
1970's rain hitting windshields on station wagons
eyes pressed against rolled-up windows
past little minds wandering, listening to chuck mangione
feels so good too
the horns back then & now
set & trigger memories of music to remember
lungs that usually speak words
push through brass translators
big ideas, big steps, big strides
expressions canvas smaller minds
to find surprising memories in music
later in years
no sooner than a forgotten saturday afternoon.
-huey
1970's rain hitting windshields on station wagons
eyes pressed against rolled-up windows
past little minds wandering, listening to chuck mangione
feels so good too
the horns back then & now
set & trigger memories of music to remember
lungs that usually speak words
push through brass translators
big ideas, big steps, big strides
expressions canvas smaller minds
to find surprising memories in music
later in years
no sooner than a forgotten saturday afternoon.
-huey
Monday, February 20, 2006
"Exponential Slowdown"
(an idea dedicated to John Lennon)
2/15/06
clap of the hammer sparks intent behavior
a sifted sight, variant selected, an objective
explicit distance held in the minds of consciousness
one after another, each adjusted exponentially
to fit perfectly in the space alloted in now
until then
fortune tellers know all too well a practice
forewarning of car crashes and cracked sidewalks
leading forward the sense, a chance to expect
control and compensate
friends & enemies swimming broad strokes
undecidely beside jestures
... it's a time to think.
-huey
2/15/06
clap of the hammer sparks intent behavior
a sifted sight, variant selected, an objective
explicit distance held in the minds of consciousness
one after another, each adjusted exponentially
to fit perfectly in the space alloted in now
until then
fortune tellers know all too well a practice
forewarning of car crashes and cracked sidewalks
leading forward the sense, a chance to expect
control and compensate
friends & enemies swimming broad strokes
undecidely beside jestures
... it's a time to think.
-huey
Thursday, January 12, 2006
"Piano Learner"
02/24/04
im a blind man with visible eyes
time takes me a while to see
through the thinking, deliberating,
and conclusions
what the turtle knew instinctfully.
im finding my song slowly more often
surprising soul notes sounding under each New key
remembering me inline, into visual the rhythm
faltering blind hands finding life's rhymes.
tuning my sense towards recognized tones
recalling referenced visions of callers unnoticed
before
shouting in tounges, just messages for the future
to catch with a deja vu mit
what not pay attention to for, but now.
the turtle, the future, now.
someone has played these keys before me.
feeling my fingers ripple in a reserving tone.
to try, try again .. to succeed, and again
.. and again
until the end, until the end
or at least until 2 a.m.
lay steadfast, silencing your pizzacato, my trembling hands
argumentative bee stings versing my questions to have been
this fear is time well spent, intimately close, in forbidden soul
for what i've guessed correctly to have known.
like a submerged diver's eyes
washing the sunrise at ocean level
rocking peacfully to sleep in ocean water waves ..
or swim to desire.
-huey
im a blind man with visible eyes
time takes me a while to see
through the thinking, deliberating,
and conclusions
what the turtle knew instinctfully.
im finding my song slowly more often
surprising soul notes sounding under each New key
remembering me inline, into visual the rhythm
faltering blind hands finding life's rhymes.
tuning my sense towards recognized tones
recalling referenced visions of callers unnoticed
before
shouting in tounges, just messages for the future
to catch with a deja vu mit
what not pay attention to for, but now.
the turtle, the future, now.
someone has played these keys before me.
feeling my fingers ripple in a reserving tone.
to try, try again .. to succeed, and again
.. and again
until the end, until the end
or at least until 2 a.m.
lay steadfast, silencing your pizzacato, my trembling hands
argumentative bee stings versing my questions to have been
this fear is time well spent, intimately close, in forbidden soul
for what i've guessed correctly to have known.
like a submerged diver's eyes
washing the sunrise at ocean level
rocking peacfully to sleep in ocean water waves ..
or swim to desire.
-huey
"ESP"
05/03/04
im sorry for stealing your soul for awhile
but, i wanted to dream for a little while longer
for a time that never gets to happen
of our time together, that never happens.
you're a tough soul to decipher.
only now am i seeing you in slices, and frames.
a complicated hoard of secrets,
forever filtered.
my soul is content ..
with you i've ESP in knowing our future together
rather than apart.
secure in knowing all the while where we are
rather than having been.
feeling closer, than forward away.
-huey
im sorry for stealing your soul for awhile
but, i wanted to dream for a little while longer
for a time that never gets to happen
of our time together, that never happens.
you're a tough soul to decipher.
only now am i seeing you in slices, and frames.
a complicated hoard of secrets,
forever filtered.
my soul is content ..
with you i've ESP in knowing our future together
rather than apart.
secure in knowing all the while where we are
rather than having been.
feeling closer, than forward away.
-huey
"Rythm in Eve"
02/28/04
death re-introduces us first-hand, up-close
and personal to loved ones in an unexpected
and wonderous way.
a memory, new belief, a new relationship.
life on earth is just driving lessons for the soul.
it's practice to become perfect.
look around in tomorrow, your perimeter,
and make notice the things you have-by been seen.
recognize potential, the lonliness, in the world you surround
the things that you have seen.
and notice nothing looking back .. that hasn't already left today.
create the rythm in eve.
-huey
death re-introduces us first-hand, up-close
and personal to loved ones in an unexpected
and wonderous way.
a memory, new belief, a new relationship.
life on earth is just driving lessons for the soul.
it's practice to become perfect.
look around in tomorrow, your perimeter,
and make notice the things you have-by been seen.
recognize potential, the lonliness, in the world you surround
the things that you have seen.
and notice nothing looking back .. that hasn't already left today.
create the rythm in eve.
-huey
"huey"
02/16/04
but im hanging on to the happy side of life now ..
here, you can last for ever. dont have the energy
to make it across the bad bridge to ugliness again.
i would, but wouldnt make it before i did.
thats just fine with me .. glad to have made it this
far in the rain .. and even still hanging on watching
friends wash away in their own land slides .. total
destruction of hands held in the hardest downpours
of life .. so i thought.
but the harder they let go .. i find myself already
having let them.
-huey
but im hanging on to the happy side of life now ..
here, you can last for ever. dont have the energy
to make it across the bad bridge to ugliness again.
i would, but wouldnt make it before i did.
thats just fine with me .. glad to have made it this
far in the rain .. and even still hanging on watching
friends wash away in their own land slides .. total
destruction of hands held in the hardest downpours
of life .. so i thought.
but the harder they let go .. i find myself already
having let them.
-huey
"Somewhere But Now"
01/06/04
i am somewhere familiar.
home on a work day, drinking oatmeal stout
watching the french film Amelie and,
i catch myself being somewhere familiar in my mind.
being a lonely kid, a memory,
somewhere familiar in my mind.
i dont know where i am
but i miss being there.
-huey
i am somewhere familiar.
home on a work day, drinking oatmeal stout
watching the french film Amelie and,
i catch myself being somewhere familiar in my mind.
being a lonely kid, a memory,
somewhere familiar in my mind.
i dont know where i am
but i miss being there.
-huey
"Strange Beautiful"
01/02/04
strange beautiful music
re-simulation of happier moments in time past
memory fragments of being content & safe
literal miles from home.
music drapes behind as an intregal stabling force
then
but why not now?
it's still me, still my memories but not the times,
not a sweet angel dressed in a black coat
just one grip left holding me in place
with trying memories.
-huey
strange beautiful music
re-simulation of happier moments in time past
memory fragments of being content & safe
literal miles from home.
music drapes behind as an intregal stabling force
then
but why not now?
it's still me, still my memories but not the times,
not a sweet angel dressed in a black coat
just one grip left holding me in place
with trying memories.
-huey
"Serotonin"
For Sara
01/16/04
insignificant aquaintance enough, i would think
life seems so much better now, a moment passed
and i think, reflect .. and smile.
no fragrance, no memory .. just a presence
in her eyes to linger
and think .. to remember.
-huey
01/16/04
insignificant aquaintance enough, i would think
life seems so much better now, a moment passed
and i think, reflect .. and smile.
no fragrance, no memory .. just a presence
in her eyes to linger
and think .. to remember.
-huey
"Friend Jack"
06/24/04
twelve o'three, tomorrow is officially here
jack's gotta get out to the streets for repair
fixing refrigerator doors layed out
junked on any corner.
seen him city walking avenues
knowing them both separate and before
individuals knowing more .. than I do
they follow each other for their cause;
jack's mission and the avenue's mania.
.: the mania & this mission
concentric deja vu escorting, everlong
the souls attached.
repeatingly endlessly mindful footsteps
tracing paths leading to ..
an innocent thought, a clever wish
that another may open them.
for a breath .. a discussion.
-huey
twelve o'three, tomorrow is officially here
jack's gotta get out to the streets for repair
fixing refrigerator doors layed out
junked on any corner.
seen him city walking avenues
knowing them both separate and before
individuals knowing more .. than I do
they follow each other for their cause;
jack's mission and the avenue's mania.
.: the mania & this mission
concentric deja vu escorting, everlong
the souls attached.
repeatingly endlessly mindful footsteps
tracing paths leading to ..
an innocent thought, a clever wish
that another may open them.
for a breath .. a discussion.
-huey
"Conflict on West Main"
05/12/04
west main street
bottles hanging on the sill chasing headlights
picket fences chasing cars, chasing dreams
for a single life in America
trees' hands wiping windows for a night-time's
lifetime
no contracts signed, doing their part for making
our America
headlights washing walls, painting pictures through,
endlessly for Picasso, for our America
invoking spirits of favored memories, discounting death
& approaching sand storms of soldiers.
headlights casting headless bodies on our walls
endless memories of a regret for peace.
saddness sweats the hand of g-d across the faces
of those to sadden.
happiness of those who see, amongst the saddness,
the possibility inclusive..
regret, second-thought and hope
-huey
west main street
bottles hanging on the sill chasing headlights
picket fences chasing cars, chasing dreams
for a single life in America
trees' hands wiping windows for a night-time's
lifetime
no contracts signed, doing their part for making
our America
headlights washing walls, painting pictures through,
endlessly for Picasso, for our America
invoking spirits of favored memories, discounting death
& approaching sand storms of soldiers.
headlights casting headless bodies on our walls
endless memories of a regret for peace.
saddness sweats the hand of g-d across the faces
of those to sadden.
happiness of those who see, amongst the saddness,
the possibility inclusive..
regret, second-thought and hope
-huey
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
"A Darker Museum"
for Lazcey Hazelton
05/15/03
i can only write this song in my mind
adding a line, scene, time & time again
and i've been writing this song, long years & alone
stacking the lives, seen lost & lost again
i can't tell her what i've seen and heard
for Dae'taretore will inherit me the burden
to strike the blows in breaking her heart
... like bullying little girls.
.: "innocent of eyes"
looking in and looking out, each behind the glass,
owned perspectives are battled for to dominate all perceptions.
most dangerous the toys, the human winders
not always to do what you want.
sometimes they try to reach out for themselves,
...embarress and overthrow ruling perception.
Dae'taretore puts on the polish & effort
winds their keys & pushes them out ...
... you wind them up but they do what they were taught.
confiding in .. assurance of what they where taught.
interactions away from the glass tone their senses
and they change .. agitated & content.
crux, the convincing soul, weighing more on the one to move alone
... or feel the loss.
a darker museum keeping secrets until the time to spell.
-huey
05/15/03
i can only write this song in my mind
adding a line, scene, time & time again
and i've been writing this song, long years & alone
stacking the lives, seen lost & lost again
i can't tell her what i've seen and heard
for Dae'taretore will inherit me the burden
to strike the blows in breaking her heart
... like bullying little girls.
.: "innocent of eyes"
looking in and looking out, each behind the glass,
owned perspectives are battled for to dominate all perceptions.
most dangerous the toys, the human winders
not always to do what you want.
sometimes they try to reach out for themselves,
...embarress and overthrow ruling perception.
Dae'taretore puts on the polish & effort
winds their keys & pushes them out ...
... you wind them up but they do what they were taught.
confiding in .. assurance of what they where taught.
interactions away from the glass tone their senses
and they change .. agitated & content.
crux, the convincing soul, weighing more on the one to move alone
... or feel the loss.
a darker museum keeping secrets until the time to spell.
-huey
"Signature"
06/08/03
wasnt "just living" content with being alive?
the invention of the suit put men in control of madness,
the re-interpretation of natural proceedings.
everyone's a player in this slavery,
with only a handful of rulers to keep up the momentum.
it's funny to watch the greed.
the lies and betrayals,
backstabbings, cheaters.
life doesnt cost anything until it's packaged in concept.
it's just something to do until you die.
nobody knows, and everybody lies to try so hard
not to see, eventuality ..
but to pass it off for hope,
knowing all the while, the next turn.
-huey
wasnt "just living" content with being alive?
the invention of the suit put men in control of madness,
the re-interpretation of natural proceedings.
everyone's a player in this slavery,
with only a handful of rulers to keep up the momentum.
it's funny to watch the greed.
the lies and betrayals,
backstabbings, cheaters.
life doesnt cost anything until it's packaged in concept.
it's just something to do until you die.
nobody knows, and everybody lies to try so hard
not to see, eventuality ..
but to pass it off for hope,
knowing all the while, the next turn.
-huey
"Riggings"
for Martin
06/18/03
emptiness falling into the arms of dispair,
last chances washing the insides of the glass,
raised and drunken
to thoughts of barren dreamscapes of desert landscapes
of somewhere else than here.
curio eyes across the room, bounce, broken sideways,
hygenic eyeways chasing thoughts,
of riggings come loose, screaming at mountainsides,
all the way down .. watching from accross the room.
things are letting go, my best friends, my self, my will
picked up from where they left off, surprised.
-huey
06/18/03
emptiness falling into the arms of dispair,
last chances washing the insides of the glass,
raised and drunken
to thoughts of barren dreamscapes of desert landscapes
of somewhere else than here.
curio eyes across the room, bounce, broken sideways,
hygenic eyeways chasing thoughts,
of riggings come loose, screaming at mountainsides,
all the way down .. watching from accross the room.
things are letting go, my best friends, my self, my will
picked up from where they left off, surprised.
-huey
"the rapist"
06/23/03
what the blue pill says today, the red pill denies tomorrow,
and california doesnt know it yet, but im movin' to hollywood.
it's the driving wind, along the rain unnoticed, that make the impression
to turn and see the drops between closed eyes shouting and screaming.
perched high below raised eyebrows of the street-wise mechanics still working,
a cunning mind too good for itself to be speaking out of turn.
clearing ways through the fields for my eyes to see corn rows on either
side of a potato farm.
even buzzards lose feathers flying laps to see
that the space between crime and reality is closer than,
if you think for yourself.
-huey
what the blue pill says today, the red pill denies tomorrow,
and california doesnt know it yet, but im movin' to hollywood.
it's the driving wind, along the rain unnoticed, that make the impression
to turn and see the drops between closed eyes shouting and screaming.
perched high below raised eyebrows of the street-wise mechanics still working,
a cunning mind too good for itself to be speaking out of turn.
clearing ways through the fields for my eyes to see corn rows on either
side of a potato farm.
even buzzards lose feathers flying laps to see
that the space between crime and reality is closer than,
if you think for yourself.
-huey
"net911 and Zero"
06/27/03
erased, this day, from the Internet's memories
so recent, still, in ours
while before and after survive telling tales
of life around this world
fragments, like the twins, remain scattered
across the net
unlike, experienced everywhere, every day.
sweeping hands, attached to minds in control,
they take, cover-up and hide
global existance of one day in america
-huey
erased, this day, from the Internet's memories
so recent, still, in ours
while before and after survive telling tales
of life around this world
fragments, like the twins, remain scattered
across the net
unlike, experienced everywhere, every day.
sweeping hands, attached to minds in control,
they take, cover-up and hide
global existance of one day in america
-huey
"black coat"
04/23/97
more of the music takes me away,
dingy opens, gray as black for the mood.
pauses in the rain,
storms as they may happens this black coat,
backgrounded for the eyes, scene ...
distance contains the advantage of sight wars
ev'ry adversary, further and farther from a truth
till we're handicapible in Feeling the dead, in sudden changes
of acceptable, accessible measures.
beneath an arm o' spent wool, heart beats
tired fingers, muscles, bones eat
holes in deeper, closer to see
one eye spying another recessed in similar activities.
trasher's suicide before ev'ry murderer's chance
... Right before with precision ... an ultimate decision
fortunate loss behalves the unmentioned fool,
the one in the black coat is
death count demensional black stealth
no reflections, no recollections to inner-outer 'tions
i'm not coming back
-huey
more of the music takes me away,
dingy opens, gray as black for the mood.
pauses in the rain,
storms as they may happens this black coat,
backgrounded for the eyes, scene ...
distance contains the advantage of sight wars
ev'ry adversary, further and farther from a truth
till we're handicapible in Feeling the dead, in sudden changes
of acceptable, accessible measures.
beneath an arm o' spent wool, heart beats
tired fingers, muscles, bones eat
holes in deeper, closer to see
one eye spying another recessed in similar activities.
trasher's suicide before ev'ry murderer's chance
... Right before with precision ... an ultimate decision
fortunate loss behalves the unmentioned fool,
the one in the black coat is
death count demensional black stealth
no reflections, no recollections to inner-outer 'tions
i'm not coming back
-huey
"Just as the Sun"
04/22/97
just as the sun, light in my window to sleep on
see-through blue, sky cold and wanting of me
there's nothing wrong here, peace with its ears plugged
no one hates me right now.
darker rules won't apply tonight, the moon to see of this
longer walks slower happen under friendlier shadows
watching Terran sleep beneath the brightless eye
reflecting dreams to mine, while everyone shares in silence
giving up echoes, still in active reception
natural penance still beginning, waiting,
wanting me to follow my natural leed towards the obvious
obvious growing sign, lighter brighter reality
just as the sun, light will hide the moon and all that i have
hoped upon is hidden.
just as the sun hides my sight.
-huey
just as the sun, light in my window to sleep on
see-through blue, sky cold and wanting of me
there's nothing wrong here, peace with its ears plugged
no one hates me right now.
darker rules won't apply tonight, the moon to see of this
longer walks slower happen under friendlier shadows
watching Terran sleep beneath the brightless eye
reflecting dreams to mine, while everyone shares in silence
giving up echoes, still in active reception
natural penance still beginning, waiting,
wanting me to follow my natural leed towards the obvious
obvious growing sign, lighter brighter reality
just as the sun, light will hide the moon and all that i have
hoped upon is hidden.
just as the sun hides my sight.
-huey
Friday, January 6, 2006
"Re-Writing Symphonies"
01/06/06
for Jimi Hendrix
brain fingers scribling in steel ink
fleeting, beating thoughts onto minds, 1969
follow, follow, follow
tear back .. a sweeter sense rides on
they're experiencing a song ..
re-organizing its pace into a gallop
fall back ... force out & free
-huey
for Jimi Hendrix
brain fingers scribling in steel ink
fleeting, beating thoughts onto minds, 1969
follow, follow, follow
tear back .. a sweeter sense rides on
they're experiencing a song ..
re-organizing its pace into a gallop
fall back ... force out & free
-huey
Thursday, January 5, 2006
"1969"
12/30/05
hendrix lays down innocent wire
independence reborn in fire
intentional strings start singing
ideas, ideals, American dreams
everyone knows what he concedes
we are one within history
tellers & players, listeners
all are one
-huey
hendrix lays down innocent wire
independence reborn in fire
intentional strings start singing
ideas, ideals, American dreams
everyone knows what he concedes
we are one within history
tellers & players, listeners
all are one
-huey
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