Sayings For Sale

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?


© Heath Muchena, 2011

Goodbye July

You ran away with my youth,
By using the future as your bait.
Thus I was lured into pursuit…
Whilst chasing fate!
You then left me closer to the truth,
Like the words of a poet.


© Heath Muchena, 2011


When you find yourself missing people and things, you are probably missing out on life.



© Heath Muchena, 2011