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

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

"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

"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

"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

"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

"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

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

"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

"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

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

"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.

"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

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

"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

"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

"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