6.1

To survive requires skill but to live one has to possess the will.

 

 

© Heath Muchena, 2014

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6.0

to observe

even to experience

without sentiment interference

is to be truly in touch with one’s emotions

 

© Heath Muchena, 2014


a Song of Songs

Precious beauty

simple and sincere,

never short of sympathy…

always patient and fair.

 

Should I be so lucky

to share a blissful union…

and have you bear our children,

they’d bring the world so much cheer.

 

© Heath Muchena, 2014


Love Hallways

On The Heath

Some doors are open and one can see the superficial displays,

some are closed with windows that are double glazed.

Some are clean typifying a kind of naivety,

some are less so perhaps because of too much gaiety.

One but stands out —

not spotless but quite impressive,

the door is shut but the window open –

delicious aromas escape through it,

the sound of sweet music suggests a disposition wildly innocent,

and so on this door he’ll knock.

Written by: Heath Muchena
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beats for love

Mankind’s subconscious wish to define ‘high art’ was sufficient impetus for the formation of the word ‘heart’. Of course, I have just made that up; however, I am most certain the heart – beyond its beat – serves only to prepare us for that dance, and it does so, just so we can experience the highest form of art… that of loving!

 

© Heath Muchena, 2014


feathers in a tomb

Life bearer…

gorgeous womb and bosom bright,

the milk of human kindness is your plume —

all comes to light when you are in sight.

 

Stay nearer…

get a tomb next to mine when it’s your time,

fly with me to the moon —

we’ll be madly in love forever.

 

© Heath Muchena, 2014


Miss Embrace

Her soft breath

and warm embrace

gave me strength –

which made me notice

that despair only stays

where there is no depth.

 

© Heath Muchena, 2014