higher and higher

seeing
through the rain
of tears and confusion
and passion
and truth

the next day will come
whether here
or in memories
of late
or dust

soaring
high as wonder
to fall
and feel
the fear

but no
within the clouds
caught
by arms
unknown

higher still
and higher
the best
has come
i understand

©2005 Hey Hey

And better and better as well and no mistake!

This has a beautiful soaring ethereality to it, you know, like some sort of celestial spiral stairway; it is delightful in sound and sense and sight all three, it plays well on the page before the eye.

I am really enjoying your work, especially today. "And there fell as it were from my eyes scales."

Not only scales to cover but to weigh; now I float aweigh away, Hey Hey.

Cheers then,

+Stevie

Dear Steven, I'm trying to be optimistic, but it's hard. You know why. Thanks for reading this; it has few words but took a long time to write. I knew you'd understand. Thank God you're back.

Yes, my friend, you are quite positivaly absolutaly deed and do, but also it is ripsnortingly good poetry, a regular helix, says I, stepping out on an unfamiliar limb like a fool... yes, helix sounds good.

It is concrete, you know? Very nice; I love when you do that.

I'm glad I'm back too. Lord a mercy, what a rush; zip zip zip! People don't need to shoot heroin when there is such magic to be found in this mad life of ours; who on earth could have predicted I'd ever be happy? I simply can't believe what a Lucky Little Bastard I really am. Well, Deo gratias. Never a better Easter and Easter Monday in me mortal span than this and these of magic, and at this late hour. Alleluia, und so weiter.

Do stay strong, will you? You write so well that it surely must help; it certainly helps us out here on the outside of you: it can't hurt the inside of you.

I thought I had gone mad, and all the way, and writing those two long poems recently helped me tremendously, better than any medication, that's for sure. Chemicals only go so far, which is not very, in my case. At least I hardly even bother with them, sniffing at the wrong tree as that would be, and no booze even at all anymore... SSRIs don't seem to be the key to me. I think the only remedy is love.

That's all. Love.

Thank God you're back too. Let's stay here and not float aweigh away, Hey Hey? OK.

Say, isn't that RMBOD a fine fella? Such magnificent couplets! He does it all in heroic couplets. A wonder! My God, I thought he was English; I was so surprised to find otherwise. Say, RMBOD, are your ears burning? I mean to say you are a fine, a very fine, a superfine poet; I think you are much better than I am, and certainly much saner. If you are reading these my words (do I digress, Hey Hey? I guess!), RMBOD, I want to thank you with all my heart for being so wonderful to me during my illness. What a wonderful addition to our group you are.

Kevin always tells me to get back up on that pony and ride; isn't that great? I love that. It's actually quite therapeutic in its effect when he says that.

I seem to be rambling, so I'll sign off now and see what the post has brought. No letter-bombs, I trust (they come by email nowadays, in any case!).

Cheers then, and carry on,

+Stevie

Very nice writing. The opening lines were great and you ended it equally as well. Great job



misty..

DEAR HEY HEY
To the borders beyond the azure seas without a plea
To the depths below the earth which no body can see
It is only one thing that can protrude that is only the poets eye
it moves ahead even well beyond and far above the sky

your poem scintillates any body's vision
regards
supani123@yahoo.com