Creative Counsel ii

The inveterate writer
Draws his creative power
From labour and wonder
And is receptive but also selective when picking up frequencies or tapping into vibrations across the ether

Therefore his finest hour
Is in the approach to subject matter
And if he crafts in earnest and candour
Revelations, insights and immeasurable delights he will deliver as gifts to the mind of the reader


© Heath Muchena, 2016

Red Horizon iii

After my elongated speech in which I was making attempts to explain my besetting sins, she simply responded by saying “Eagles don’t flock, you have to find them one at a time”,  quoting Ross Perot. “And you handsome parrot are prey within view and range of my slingshot’s aim”, she continued.

She was quick-witted. I suppose that’s also what kept me so interested. In any event, I was beginning to detect some delitescent strength within her, aside from her apparent intelligence. So to say she had a clear target on my heart was no exaggeration on her part because her cage had all the allures I was finding increasingly hard to resist.


© Heath Muchena, 2016

Political Pen ii

It appears to me that the body politic
Of the most impactful nation on the planet
Is in dire need of some sort of a tertium quid
In the form of a candidate who would conquer what’s already divided
But because none have the means or technique
And without a party to provide backing should they manage to supersede
It’s likely they will simply have to accede to the disagreeable course on which whoever takes seat shall route the ship
So now please explain to me what it really means and what it represents – this word democratic


© Heath Muchena, 2016

Purple Passage ii

Success is a matter of priori knowledge
Since no factor can pacify the urge
Not access, location or circumstance
Deductively speaking

Value is perspective
Just look at the inglorious fall of the pound sterling

Grandeur is simply optimism
… I’m just saying

And the word rich
Now ain’t that some ish

Minds affirming… preach, preach!


© Heath Muchena, 2016

The Principle of Harmony

At that point the dream was lucid
Being ‘that which has no parts’ as defined by Euclid
And not so much a controlled fantasy

A flow of energy into the universal grid
A sweet surrender… no bid
The principle of harmony
In nature’s control like a river that channels into rills

So what I did or didn’t
Seemed to matter not one little bit

And the present had never been more vivid
Everything simply returned to a state of no need


© Heath Muchena, 2016

A Love Locus

Her synthetic biology business
Was funded by IndieBio

I always joked that she was more ambitious than Elizabeth Holmes
and more versatile than Dr Kathy Niakan

Apart from her focus
And the fact she was helping me edit my teleplay about The Crick
I simply adored her because somehow we just clicked


© Heath Muchena, 2016


Often I quit writing
But that never lasts more than a minute
Since that’s how I make my living

And I’m always lost in moments serene
That sometimes I end up forgetting to keep in touch with keen
Which admittedly is an awful thing

But is not forever everything…
So why then am I always tryna hold on to feelings fleeting?


© Heath Muchena, 2016