HTMM

A Street Lodge Down The Gorge

htmm — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 16:13:56 +0000

What we did behind…
The unlit, the blinds.
The seed we sowed,
Deep in that gorge.
Now I wonder…
If you went back to water it.
Do you think it grew or outgrew?
Did it die in the shadows of what we did?
Do you even remember…
What we did, what we were?
Or it was a dream I had?
What I saw when I closed my eyes?

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Dove In A Pigsty

htmm — Sat, 21 Jan 2012 16:14:33 +0000

A figure in one of the parallels,
Just another illusion – well crafted.
Like the stars that seem distant and at some levels,
The all combustible elements, that inside SELF – dwell collected.

To discover what is within is without,
The cure to doubt.
To die – To love,
To find in a pigsty, a dove.

Nowhere

htmm — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 14:24:38 +0000

An empty room full of furniture,
Is like a mind filled with failure.
Just as a life of torture,
Lacks lovers and leisure.

A day without contact with a stranger,
Is like a couch covered in leather.
Though comfortable it may seem,
It’s just like a familiar dream.

So in my existence I measure,
Not the hard days of labour.
But the aimlessness that life renders,
And the gift of free will at my surrender.

A Part / Apart

htmm — Thu, 29 Dec 2011 13:51:00 +0000

Oceans, space and all the barriers,
The stirs of feelings and thoughts,
All that divides….

Against faith and all its layers,
And tears that taste of salts,
All that besides…

I am you, you are me.

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Cradle Life

htmm — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 18:16:30 +0000

Earthly colours like seed pods,
Rainbow lovers – princesses and toads.
Hope splattered along the countryside roads,
And despair on the battleground of the Gods.

Farewell Fairy Tale II

htmm — Fri, 07 Oct 2011 02:23:02 +0000

When I watch clouds drifting by in the summer sky,
I observe my amusement turning into musing.
And then I wonder why,
Why it is so hard for my mind to let go instead of archiving like a museum.
Then I remember the old saying ‘time flies’,
And I can almost hear my heart beating as loud as a bell.
So before the memory gets stale,
I remember ‘the here, the now’ – farewell fairy tale.

Written By: Heath Muchena

A Writer’s Work On A Woman II

htmm — Mon, 05 Sep 2011 19:50:44 +0000

With these hands I sculpted you
Better than nature could.
What I wanted was to become a wordsmith
But instead you are who my actions pursued.
And so the stains on these sheets
Are not what they should.
I expected ink stains
But instead I see sweat marks.
So here I submit my work to you
I hope you score fair.

Written By: Heath Muchena

The Abdominal Effect

htmm — Tue, 23 Aug 2011 21:13:51 +0000

I get cravings of having you around,
And I get cramps when you are not around.
We’ve gone past six degrees of separation,
And close to breeding a pack from consummation.

Written By: Heath Muchena

1.8

htmm — Sat, 13 Aug 2011 11:53:16 +0000

When you look into the mirror, do you see a robot?

Written By: Heath Muchena

Sayings For Sale

htmm — Mon, 11 Jul 2011 08:57:37 +0000

If my words don’t sell…
Would I trade my soul for bread instead?

And if you couldn’t read the stories I tell…
Would I still be in your head?

Written By: Heath Muchena