The Follower

The Follower

by Mike (Binary Rhyme) Heffernan, 1977 The Follower.mp3 Standing here by an open doorway watching the man on the stage and his hands reach up to heaven and he screams out “Jesus Saves!” and his hands were held aloft the glitter of his diamond caught my eye and he said “Won’t you come and follow me?” I said, “No thanks, I’d rather you let me be.” Then I met a man dressed quite poorly reading a holy book he knew the laws and scriptures every teaching and every word and he followed every rule said if I didn’t – I’d be the fool and he said “Won’t you come and follow me?” put his point of view, I really couldn’t see Then I saw a man kneeling in muddy water and above him stood the man called John protesting the present situation and I saw him in the temple driving the hucksters from the church and I saw him with the Priests and Scribes telling them what he thought of all their laws Then I met him on the street and his eyes met mine you could see the Love he had for man Then I met him on the road to the place of his death and the crowd him laughed and they hit him on the head and a guard came up to me he said, “Help him with his cross. You will bear it to the place of the skull.” So we marched on to Calvary… we marched on to Calvary. … and as I walked with the man that I admired the blood streamed down...

La Tristesse (The Sadness)

by Mike (Binary Rhyme) Heffernan, 1998 Download La Tristesse.mp3 Friendship A rare thing, an easily shared road. No second guesses… Fun, pure and solid. Something we’d bet on if it ever came up. It doesn’t, and we do. Love Slippery slope that – slid down a silver hill, landed in roses, drowned in petals. Not the best idea… now the only one. Borne in stoic silence unrequited. Sadness Damn fool tongue this, still for years. Another slip makes a tearing sound. A gambler’s loss with nothing to double down. Just a wounded space for us both. Anger Hunt a predator… an insensitive to blame. Loss demands justice. Rage is a protective blanket. Death and madness on the walls! Rally to the defense! No-one to fight but phantoms. Sadness Tired… so tired. Empty… so empty. No blame in tragedy. No conspiracy of injury. Innocents and an ill-fated passing. “For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, ‘It might have been’.” – John Greenleaf Whittier This poem has a companion instrumental piece in five sections (download provided). Each section of the piece matches a pair of stanzas in the poem. The concept is loosely based (exceptionally loosley) on the symphonic poem. It tells the story of a friendship that became an ill-fated, unrequited love. Photo: Shades of...
Kiss

Kiss

by Mike (Binary Rhyme) Heffernan, 2008 Dark, but for flickering flame and burning souls connected and touching, trembling mouths and breath On palette lips, stardust and tongues, like brushes paint the universe...