the premise of justice

To have a system of justice is to have no justice at all.

Is not the true dominion of it beyond all control?

 

© Heath Muchena, 2015

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Buddies in Celestial Studies

Setting: an observatory
Personae: two cosmologists

Who do you think you are bro, Tycho Brahe?

Well, technically you could say that, I was raised by my uncle!

Smart as*! Anyway, do you have any scruples about using the Hubble image?

Whatever suits you.

I think it looks cool.

If I’m Tycho, then I guess that makes you Anders Vedel – so pardon me, but your kinda cool is questionable.

I may be your tutor, and a few years older than you, but I try to listen, don’t I? I just can’t imagine what else could look better than that nebulae!

You shouldn’t let the confines of exploration limit you, my friend. Let your imagination free you!

I’m perfectly capable and willing to learn a thing or two, but don’t waste my time, kid. This better be good!

See, I’m thinking of taking more of a Kepler type of approach, we’ll need to do a bit more than just observing and actually spend more time analysing. The image is good, and we should still use that, but if we can add our own twist to it, it’ll make for a better presentation. We should just take the raw and turn it into a relevant and useful form! That’s really all there is to magic!

 

© Heath Muchena, 2015


47.7

to fear institutionalized authority
is to have no understanding of the laws and conditions
their determinations and implications
and to a greater extent, even one’s own capabilities and constraints

 

© Heath Muchena, 2015


47.6

those of peerage and position
in their edification
wish to uphold the edict of toleration

but their actions have been the source and force of violation
since times before Ionia in Asia Minor was the cradle of free speculation

 

© Heath Muchena, 2015


47.5

the greater a man’s capacity to imagine
the more varied will be the ventures which he embarks upon
and although many of them will be unrewarding
it’ll only be a matter of time before he hits a gold mine

 

© Heath Muchena, 2015


Battle Lights III

treat petty foes like treats or petit fours
don’t devote your core energy or time to engaging them
and never let them divert your zeal or lead you to a bitter meal

simply ignore their ostentation
stay sharp and your smarts will win you the little wars

you can even observe their self-abnegation
for they often crumble under their self-inflicted weight of negativity
just like the sweet tragedy of an after dinner spectacle

 

© Heath Muchena, 2015


Saint Somewhere Street

For a moment I suspected your boyfriend knew that I’m the one who really has you.
You didn’t even realise, but you almost held my hand.

I guess we’re really in too deep. My girl’s girlfriend just hit me on the low asking questions. Said she saw us at a mall somewhere, and that her other friend saw us by the beach somewhere.

The way we’ve been moving is sloppy, we’re slipping, and sleeping, and creeping, while the world is watching, and listening, and the walls are looking like they are closing in.

Wish we could just go back to the beginning, but to be honest, we’d probably still end up here. But where do we go from here?

It was perfect because we were always working, you were my getaway, I was your comfort. But our separate lives we were still living.

But if you want to take this, us, somewhere… then I guess I’d have to go there… somewhere… because baby – you’re a hot, sexy, smart, adorable mess, and I’m just recklessly addicted to your caress.

 

© Heath Muchena, 2015