Two & a Taxi

Confirmation of a destination

Is usually the start of a conversation

Sometimes it ends there as your thoughts wander

Or silence simply co-exists with your tabula rasa

But often you plunge into a chinwag about the common clichés of work , play or the day

On occasion exchanges of subtle wit, philosophies and wordplay

And hence that inspired this as I promised a man he would be written about

Without credit to a name as they are rarely exchanged and unnecessary

Truth is we all are characters in somebody’s story at one point or another

Thus we make up history regardless on or off the record

Question is how are we portrayed in that story told or written or just thought

And how impressionable are we to those we ride short distances with

Like those two in that taxi?



© Heath Muchena, 2009

Marble & the Sculptor

All that remains elusive
Is a choice we make to leave it be
As the stones we walk on daily
We can shape how we please


© Heath Muchena, 2009

Valleys, Peaks & Inbetween

There is always tomorrow
When you are stuck in life’s hollow
Perhaps a paradise , that’s my surmise
Could well be hinnom or gehenna – besides
When all seems just okay
That is why I take a moment to pray
And show gratitude before latitude
Propels me to my peak
Nevertheless in between I shall enjoy my sleep


© Heath Muchena, 2009

Penguin Pursuit

Extricated  from the blues of Antarctica
and left with only folded papyrus,
dripping blood from open wounds
becomes the instrument for a writer.


© Heath Muchena, 2009

Sailing the Sahara

Floating on the morning dew
In pursuit of waves and a deep blue
Castles in the sand are not enough
So going against the grain,  I’ll do


© Heath Muchena, 2009

Land Of The Foreign Mind



Or what makes you look at someone strangely

Is it their posture or appearance

maybe it is your mindset

even their background …

What they lost, what you found?

© Heath Muchena, 2009

Deadlines, Daydreams & TheSilverStrippedPaperLeaves

In the face of dawn and all that is overdue
The mind prefers a drift into abstract bliss
In reality saying ”for every problem there is a solution” perhaps too optimistic ?
But suppose that’s true, does that give purpose and truth?


© Heath Muchena, 2009