Runway Romance

she was used to expensive excursions and round the world trips
he’d never travelled Abercrombie & Kent… way out of his budget
so admittedly there was a notable difference in their levels of access
yet somehow they could still relate
in fact, them coupling made so much sense… created balance
and they seemed a perfect fit wherever they went

 

© Heath Muchena, 2016


Lily my love…

together – taking on the sweet challenges
of ethical pursuits
though far from idealists
we still take into consideration our roots

my life I lease to you my lover
pretty miss from Addis Ababa
your two lips like tulips
succulent nectar… colourful kisses

your eye is always on the prize
but you’re the one I can’t resist
you make me realise that sacrifice need not exclude pleasure
quite simply you show me bliss… bring me balance

and when I’m too clever by half
my flaws you fix
such a brave beauty
with a touch as soft as butterfly breath

and what I create – you inspire
a match made in heaven
a light… a passionate desire
so by you I want to do right, and keep ablaze our flame… our fire!

 

© Heath Muchena, 2016


Streams of the Interior

All I ever wanted was to be entirely responsible for the sentiment of my own existence, alive within myself, and independent by thirty; not owe a penny or work for anybody, yet manage to live in comfortable accountability, managing desire reasonably. That was always the end and some interesting places I’ve traversed in pursuit of that goal.

However, I’m aware now that satisfaction is transient, having successfully managed to achieve my aims, and being able to do the work I find pleasure in; only to discover ambition staring me in the face and making me question the reflection in the mirror.

A reminder that time waits for no man and it would be unwise if I let the opportunity become a misplaced gain. And so I’m back at it again, days and nights working on projects before I’m tempted, or worse, forced to accept their capital and advances.

Because one knows that commoners – the lot of us – the working mass – who don’t constitute the leisure class, still fail to realise the fact that it’s not commodities that are becoming costly, but the legal tender that is becoming cheaper. And to secure my ongoing independence I can’t really take a breather and have to take on challenges more riskier. So a couple of deals I’ve inked, and now I have to deliver.

With the expectations to make higher income in the future, at the same time not wanting the marginal utility of current income to fall, that presents a dilemma and it becomes difficult to find comfort in the status quo, especially when the world is in permanent change. Perhaps I should give consideration to interest… a matter of time preference, and prep for the next crisis using a pen for my defence.

Staying on the grind, more work and limited play. I cannot complain since it’s the world I’ve created… like something out of a Walter Battiss painting… very Fook Island-ish. And I must state that I’m starting to appreciate Schelling’s words when he said ‘without the contradiction of necessity and freedom’ or ‘rule and choice’ as Chomsky puts it – there’d be no creativity.

 

© Heath Muchena, 2016


Sayings For Sale (x)

Work more
Less slumber
Keep your circle small
Ignore the Dunbar number

If you can ask the question
Then you can find the answer
So learn your lesson
Before you continue trying to climb up the ladder

Take responsibility
Instead of blaming another
Find purpose or a sense of duty
And be a better woman, man, mother or father

 

© Heath Muchena, 2016


Aerial Love ii

She looked marvellous

A sight so elegant
That it was impossible not to notice
Even for one not habitually attentive to such details

For she had on the Bhutan-made wooden wedge Louboutins
A chocolate satin dress and Tahitian pearl pendant

Her natural sensibilities and alien propensities
Had always attracted me

And on the balcony she stood
Like a ballooning spider – on a flower – tiptoe
And ready to throw out gossamer then launch into the blue

While I, on the turf, in view
Kept whistling like a flute
Cheering her on… in my mind composing this poem

Before my muse

 

© Heath Muchena, 2016


The Case of Killian Hill vs The State iv

Setting: offices of Giles & Jerico Actuarial Practice

Personae:
Killian Hill, high net worth individual – client of Giles & Jerico
Giles Goldstein, personal wealth manager
 

But let me remind you… money has utility only when it has exchange-value. And we always have to consider that before we decide to invest…

Well, yes! I guess there’s truth to that. But now please listen to me Giles when I tell you it’s not just in my interest but G&J’s too. I wouldn’t waste my time partaking in behaviour that is mindless. In fact, you on the other hand, tend to get caught up in all the legal experiments.

And it’s important that I do… there’s a fine line between benefit and detriment.

Precisely, but I’m not going to put up with their bullshit! I’m going to exercise my free will… not go around in circles like a Sphex which brings prey to its nest, enters to inspect before dragging it in, which would be the last step in its quest – only to be messed with by some entomologist tampering with its sustenance… leaving it restless.

That’s how you see it, huh?

That’s how it is. And you can’t keep on telling me you’re sorting things out when it’s becoming more apparent that your efforts are unproductive Giles, I need results!

You’re justified in saying that, and I’ll prove it to you. I’ll make it work… make it all go away if I can. And as for the investment, is your mind truly set on…

My money, my move to make, right? While you figure out how to deal with your petty parliamentary pundits or should I say bandits – I’ll need you to release funds for the purchase.

All right! your cash, your call. Maybe I’ll bring the wife and kids out there for a visit sometime.

Yes, you should. They’ll love the culture out there, and of course their stay will be considerably comfortable.

I don’t doubt it. I find that culture is more clearly conveyed through stone than words – that is why architecture is the truest of all the arts, more revealing than text or language, and much more honest than the people’s established ideas or beliefs.

Ah, a point to ponder. Anyway, I’ve gotta dash. Let there be progress when I come back.

Yes, ’til then…

 

© Heath Muchena, 2016


Especial, Celestial!

Heaven every day
But this feels better than usual
So with each breath I celebrate
A sense of being whole

Stone or clay
Walls continue to crumble
Breakthroughs are never far away
When you search the depths of soul

 

© Heath Muchena, 2016


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