Portia Galactica II
Posted: October 29, 2013 Filed under: Writings by one ambidextrous... Leave a commentShe wasn’t the type that sought the securities to be gotten from his abilities
but rather his soul…
She required he be selfless…
that her beauty be enough…
as if Serapis was really Christ,
as if Arius wasn’t right.
She thought herself the sun…
the one with whom he would synthesise…
along with the multitudes who could not escape her rays
and those who basked in them… adulating…
Only to tremble upon night’s return
when She unthreaded the warm cocoon
leaving them at the cross roads of the unholy matrimony.
© Heath Muchena, 2013
Cloud Mine
Posted: October 22, 2013 Filed under: Writings by one ambidextrous... 1 CommentHer cloud white sclera
was pierced through by the sublime dark centre…
Telling of a loud and bright soul somewhere
beneath all that matter….
We talked over old ties and exchanged new lies —
the kind that become truths fostered by fears…
And when time was no more we kissed…
then we danced ’til the morning, sipping corpse revivers.
© Heath Muchena, 2013
Flowers & Explosives II
Posted: October 17, 2013 Filed under: Inhibitions Illustrated 1 CommentWilted flower
on the heath —
surrounded by nothing other
than the earth
where strips of roots
spread over —
depths…
in search of moisture.
Watchful every minute of every hour
for what it’s worth…
the times spent with each other —
not for much else other
than the sex…
which although exposed
showed very little truths,
but now that it’s over —
we’re both saved the torture.
© Heath Muchena, 2013
Those People, Those Seasons II
Posted: October 14, 2013 Filed under: Writings by one ambidextrous... Leave a commentAboard the Simon’s Town train
I met a once upon, one-off acquaintance;
and despite the inestimable time-lapse and no recollections having been sought thereafter,
the residue of the pleasant impressions from our once upon, one-off encounter
clearly revived the affinity and we resumed the colourful conversations about humanities.
The train arrived at Rosebank station and my now twice met acquaintance got off,
then I began to think of the numerous other encounters
with all those characters…
those faces, those places
those people, those seasons….
And it all made sense…
… it all had worth
as I concluded that: … just as a painter may require a landscape,
a writer may need experiences …
to draw upon but not necessarily to hold on to.
© Heath Muchena, 2013
The Duplicity of Deeds II
Posted: October 13, 2013 Filed under: Writings by one ambidextrous... 2 CommentsIn this world of love seekers and givers
Pleasure buyers and sellers
Life lessons and burdens
The beautiful and the tender … the splendour —
Heavy tolls and all the toils
Hopes and goals among the spoils
We choose not to remember…
But instead continue to cultivate the lust we amass in hopes of love’s nurture
And more hearts we capture
In our infinite pursuit of pleasure…
Love seekers, love givers
In the merry-melancholic world of believers!
© Heath Muchena, 2013
September Spring II
Posted: October 8, 2013 Filed under: Writings by one ambidextrous... 7 CommentsI used to obsess about seeing the world
until the realisation that I was unfamiliar with the trees outside my window,
and the birds that perch in them…
even the weeds and insects in my garden thrived unbeknownst to me
just as the soil beneath my feet and the clouds and sun above…
and the stars in the night sky.
Based on how little I knew I decided that I only needed to start looking at my surroundings
to discover something new.
© Heath Muchena, 2013
