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

"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

"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

"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

"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

"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

"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

"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

"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

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

"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

"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

"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

"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

"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

"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

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

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