had the words ask, and it shall be given you never been written

the Internet would’ve never been spawned


© Heath Muchena, 2015

live to remember

much of the content of memory is experience

so indulge your nature
offer it the most sensuous pleasures –
good food and water, drink in measure, herb to enable creative fantasia, music for mood and cheer and fresh air for your heart and hair

and don’t forget to make love my dear

take a chance


© Heath Muchena, 2015

i love you

regardless of whether you already know

you still want to hear those three little words

that make your world go….

© Heath Muchena, 2015

a promise is credit

the dream was promising – something like a Jules Chéret poster

it was after an evening at the theatre having watched Aimé Césaire’s A Tempest with Frantz Fanon. after that we’d gone to the Rouge for a drink, but right in the midst of that dream… an ephemeral impression of Toulouse-Lautrec with La Goulue – who seemed to have her hand on his hypertrophied genitals… then another layer with William Godwin holding Mary Shelley at Mary Wollstonecraft’s deathbed…

and then the dream ended. but all its subliminals made me feel like I’d been in a James Vicary experiment


© Heath Muchena, 2015


Dear Desire ii

you raised my insecurities
fostered my dependencies

but also grew my aspirations

and so
I’m torn… it’s as if I’ve known you since the day I was born

as though with you I’m never alone

as if you were my home

dear desire
where do you come from?


© Heath Muchena, 2015



wealth, to the individual, is considered in relation to his/her idea or ideal of a desirable and acceptable existence


© Heath Muchena, 2015



some will try to acquire property

whilst others worry over legacy


the former being the more practical

and the latter – usually ineffectual


© Heath Muchena, 2015


Lit Lyric iii

she did me wrong, in the right way

so I wrote her a song the other day

bared my soul, along with all I had to say


it went:

beauty burns… isn’t that why we call those blessed with it – hot… hot… hot…


© Heath Muchena, 2015


mind manger

as I laid in bed, in darkness, with my eyes shut

I still saw a bright calcium-orange flame flickering in my mind’s eye


which created a natural sacredness in the room I always associated with candles

giving a special kind of warmth to the atmosphere – different to that provided by the blanket and sheets

but the sort one would imagine surrounded Christ’s manger


it reminded me of something akin to the ordering of thought before sleep that Krishnamurti once alluded to

implying that when one has gone over the events of the day and puts them all into perspective before going to bed,

that ensures comfortable sleep without the restless activity of dreams


all this leading me to realise in that very moment, that I had all along been lucid dreaming


© Heath Muchena, 2015


is it possible?

there comes a time in a man’s life

when he is forced to face his flaws


and in doing so, one hopes he not only gains self-acceptance

but also begins to work on his weakness


but as for when my moment came

I knew then – it was time to give love another chance


© Heath Muchena, 2015