Awake Again

As I enter my post retrospective decade
Without an exhibition to express the art of experiencing life,
That becomes my incentive to go on and not dwell on;
Capturing those experiences I can find words for.

As the sun wins the battle at dawn,
My eyelids lift and I ascend my throne.
And like a King I’ll live as such,
Serve myself but live in bunch.

Written By: Heath Muchena

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Heath prepares to hibernate

My mental induced comas
Come with cheers of the holy intended.
Herbal indulgence accerating me into time travel.
Detoxing from a year of tribulations.
Ironically overdosing at the same time.
But I’ ll drink and be merry before thawing.
And await God’s calling.

Written by: Heath Muchena

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Love & Text

My inadequacy tells me im not ready,
Since im hiking up the ladder and trying to reach the sky.
At the same time im experiencing the lonely road to success.
But I swear that once im at the top, I ll be the best
The best lover and friend.

Written by: Heath Muchena

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Journey back to Jacaranda

All the places I ve been but never seen
The man, the being , the soul unseen
The cheers & crowds
The plains and the desolate scene
The peers who scream they are proud to be friends
Oblivious to the fact that they didnt make it past the fence
The shell that shelters this vulnerable seed
Born to drought but free to feed
Longing savannah and fearing the blue
The ultimate melancholy like Haruhi Suzumiya
And after so many personifications who really becomes you ?

Written by: Heath Muchena

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Life Of A 21st Century Romantic

Exercising excessive escapism
Struggling to kick the habit
Believing realism would be the exorcism
Ironically opting to masturbate.

Written By : Heath Muchena

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