Home Sweet Home

There is no place like home
That is where I belong
They say that is where we all come from
God’s Kingdom – One they say he left a long time ago
Hope he will return, I know I will !
Why so?
Because only there
Will you see nature in its purest form.

© Heath Muchena, 2009

Why Wonder Why?

there are moments when I feel like giving up
even trying to make sense of this mystic existence

they say experience is the best teacher
but with experience I grow more eager

so I asked the sensei:
what can make this living simpler?

and he answered:
Why Wonder Why, Mister?

© Heath Muchena, 2009

Mahogany

Wrinkles like tree rings
Skin silky with a shiny brown pigment
Grey hairs like a cumulus over the savanna
And white molar teeth that remind me of
Mosi-oa-Tunya

You were always true to your roots
Trunk to the family tree
And I quote mama
“He has to get her blessing before he leaves”
Though now I’m in a distant land
Your words are still engraved in my heart
I am after all a bud from your graft
And on my life you have left a permanent  mark
And in my memory, I will forever hold on to a piece of your bark.

 © Heath Muchena, 2009

Dungeons & Dreams

I awake to
A soaked body and moist sheets
A dark room and a saturated bladder
And then I sigh in relief
While I’m still in a state of disbelief
Damn these recurring dreams
Deprive me of my sleep!

Why do I fight those I love?
And love those I despise?
Why do I see forgotten acquaintances?
And visit unfamiliar places?
These recurring dreams
Remain a mystery.

Should I seek a shrink?
Or just down, think and try make sense of it?
But why should I
Are dreams really clues to a missing link?
Or just remains of that, which we deliberately
Choose to not want to sync?

© Heath Muchena, 2009

The Milk Of Human Kindness

Strangers rendezvous
And if they share a common view
They might then pursue
Something out the blue

Seldom they regret
They ever met
Often  they do
But so did curiosity kill the cat

Time and place usually facilitate
Sometimes  it’s the date and or event
However, from my experience
It is mostly
The  milk of human kindness

  © Heath Muchena, 2009

Sunday Symmetry

On a sabbath day
I will tend to write less
Hence the haiku

© Heath Muchena, 2009

Borrowed Blossom

A new sense of belonging
That leaves me longing for the old
Remnant memories keep crawling
Amidst an anticipation of what’s to unfold.

I welcomed the unfamiliar
And disregarded that, which I knew
Did I lose my sense of self ?
Or just trade the old for new ?

Now in retrospect, I suspect it was a complex
Oh yes !
It makes perfect sense
“The grass is not always greener”
So forgive me, for I was a sinner.

© Heath Muchena, 2009

Meandering Moments

A circuitous journey from as early as late adolescence
The truth that lies in a first love
An oxymoron to better comprehend
But it seems never enough.

And then I wonder –
Are we slaves to the craves of the body and mind
Or mates that enjoy a soulful rant and rave?

My everything I said You were
Your ideal You said I was
But was I or were You?
Am I or are You?
Round and round we go…

© Heath Muchena, 2009

Queen Of The Villa

A tragic end to a magnificent beginning,
The decadence of feeling.
In retrospect an act quite careless,
To trust without basis!  What an irrational act…

A vice of lust as many a cases.
Like a rush response on impulse, so had we indulged
So simply into a sophisticated act, which in fact could have been of irreversible consequence , more so regrettable.
But the times we spent together were close to perfect
Times spent apart – felt in full effect.

Signs on the eve of this sudden end were transparent
Question: Is transparency apparent to the eye?
Perhaps a precise moment of denial?
Recollections best described as instances of madness
And so are a writer and a lover.

  © Heath Muchena, 2009