“No more!” says the Rhino…

When looking at nations

and their respective reigns over nature;

one finds that the rhino once had fair relations with the melanins

or at least co-existed without threat/danger,

and if horns were taken — it was after a natural death.

Then the eugenes came to the lands

and they started taking the horns out of mere fascination/adventure

or to decorate their theatres.

And now the yings want the horns carved into ornaments/treasure

to symbolise their growing wealth.

“No more!” says the Rhino…

© Heath Muchena, 2014

Maids & Braids

Three pretty maids

on the green grass

next to the rockery…

two helping the other undo her braids,

talking class —

talking slavery…

a holy trinity indeed!

One the human race truly needs.

© Heath Muchena, 2014

Lines make a Country

Can the milk lady have a child by the mud man?

Oh yes, she can!

So things have changed lately then?

They have? Tell me when!

© Heath Muchena, 2014

2.9

If I fully understood my role in ALL creation, maybe then would I not only worry about perfecting my art, but also my existence.

© Heath Muchena, 2014

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She was searching for safety —

a form of psychological security —

and that He understood clearly.

It was after all, a common, although fatal human error in Understanding

that is – to seek such a thing – so illusory.

She told him: because She was insecure

and safety was what She desired most —

as it should come first —

She’d have to let him go,

and let him explore his youth.

Lies or truth – that is what she told.

He gave her a look, sweet but bold

instead of going cold.

He understood how She thought that by

negating what she thought was the cause of Her insecurity — His youthful virility–

She’d find a haven…

But Heavens… He thought:

If She’d only realise that She was Insecurity —

the embodiment of it,

the thought, feeling, emotion – the whole composite – not separate…

He thought: if only She’d been aware,

maybe then could She ever find it — the Security — safety.

She might’ve even found herself,

but not until She was ready to negate

Her image, Her constitution.

All this He however did not tell her,

instead he accepted that it was perhaps,

a necessary journey for her to undergo.

He thought: maybe She’d come upon this discovery in her own time,

at her own expense.

Also, a partial smile, a nod and a simple ‘All right’

seemed a less destructive action

than attempting to help her SEE… Herself,

which would have been the only remedy.

© Heath Muchena, 2014

Sun Fly

An insect flying at night time

searching for light

gets trapped in a light bulb cover.

Suddenly it’s searching for something else other

than what it initially sought.

It longs for the dark again,

but it fears that too.

And so it rests… doesn’t move.

Too cursed to think,

and the body immobilised by exhaustion and imprisonment:

it accepts —

as if to say: ‘OK, I lose’.

It even forgets it once could fly

and just waits to die.

© Heath Muchena, 2014

Death of a Dreamer II

The emptiness of a whole existence —

no doppelgänger, no poem, no play, no fiction…

just real living!

That life to writer makes no sense,

it’s akin to death.

And so, until then —

more characters, more music, more dance,

and more romance — not just sex but

the real thing!

© Heath Muchena, 2014