From Rise to Rest

in our world of free-floating currencies
there’s a fine line between bluefin tuna and pilchard dreams
and that is why I’m forever working hard
to sharpen the faculties

because see, as E.H. Carr once wrote ‘the science of economics presupposes a given political order and cannot be profitably studied in isolation from politics’
moreover, with today’s global socio-economic structure
it’s not enough to just create
and it’s said that one now needs to acquire cyber real estate, network and engage
among other things, to be better prepared when the age-old game of power and influence is being played in the virtual terrain

in addition, so that when the types of new world Sykes-Picot agreements are drawn up to divide digital assets one might stand to gain
because in essence, the motivations for the scrambles won’t be that much different compared to those when they were carving up territory in the Middle East or partitioning Africa
since the state of our humanity is most likely to remain unchanged

and with that in mind, from rise to rest – I work…
doing the education, and a bit of everything, to earn a living
still, I’ve solemnly sworn to never leave my first and most faithful friend
that is, this pen in my hand
which even when all that I earn is stealthily confiscated by that hidden tax called inflation, still turns my sweet suffering into invaluable lessons
 

© Heath Muchena, 2016


a fortnight into February ii

she’s as the gentle wind upon my skin
in the southern summer season
and I vowed to set aside everything
should she give me reason

so on day fourteen
I’ll spend the evening
listening, pleasing… all things fulfilling
in nature’s sacred union
 

© Heath Muchena, 2016


love is égal

you not only have to be creative and exceptionally good
but inventive too, like Lowell Wood

yes, the market demands that – true
but there remains a fact not to be argued
that we are still not treated equal…

regrettably, I have to agree with that view
it’s not enough to say we’ve made progress simply on the basis that we got rid of the marriage bar in ’72
or that we’ve made the old rhetoric of ‘it’s a man’s world’ redundant

well, it’s up to you to fix the inequalities
before this pretend peace between the sexes ends up just another historical
‘interval between two wars’
and those in the know… those who get it understand
that the balance is bound to shift

I doubt that you women will forgive our ignorance when those times past due arrive

that depends if you change in time
but remember – by a law of mind, intellect precedes emotions and becomes their incentive to action
so to awaken any man’s impassioned love and loyalty for a woman
he’d need to gain prior intellectual awareness of her delicate sublimities

and then perhaps he’d not deny her her rightful place on the back of sheer force or ignoble strength, and actually learn to respect her

exactly, because how else could he possibly appreciate the treasure if he doesn’t perceive it
 

© Heath Muchena, 2016


diamond dump

her predilection for diamonds
meant that she had a strong affinity for the precious metal
one as strong as a potent high
so he expected she’d be delighted once he unveiled the gem
anticipating the frenzied excitement of a squealing eagle
but to his surprise she didn’t flinch, not even a little

taken aback he blurted out
don’t you like it?
it’s the one you said you always wanted
what’s the problem?

there was a momentary silence then she simply responded
it’s not the jewel, it’s you. I just can’t believe it’s taken you actually proposing for me to truly understand that a diamond is but a deposit of carbon from the sun
and even though that one in particular, is awesome, I couldn’t help but ask myself the question…

what question?

I was just thinking out loud

they say talking to oneself is the ‘abbreviation of the speech process involved in thinking in its least modified form’ so please do tell, give it to me raw
I can take it

or at least learn to accept it

… I asked myself whether I wanted to bear your child
and I’m afraid my heart tells me you’re not the one

never could I have imagined you’d turn it down?

I’m sorry, but it’s not you I want it from… we’re done!

but I’m the only one you know who has enough income to buy for you this diamond
and I’ve often been called handsome
come on love, don’t shut me out

no. I’m done!

I know this came as a surprise
I should give you more time to think it through

no! I’m numb. and no charm could bring about a change of mind

well then, in that case I guess we’re truly done

yes, but don’t feel bummed. while it lasted it was fun
come, I’ll give you one last hug
 

© Heath Muchena, 2016


A Writer’s Work on A Woman viii

surely it is true that ‘nature abhors a vacuum’
for it gave her texture, colour and parfum

filled her heart with the good
and even made room for life in her womb
 

© Heath Muchena, 2016


The Conflicted Life of Cocky Humble

a poetic preamble

her name was Sonia
and he met her one summer in Guyana
instantly feeling for her what he hadn’t for any other
but naturally he had no idea she was to eventually become his longtime lover
and that is the background to the story about Cocky Humble, a sculptor
 

© Heath Muchena, 2016


This Working Thing vii

“If you always do what you always did, you’ll always get what you always got,” Mark Twain once quipped, he thought. And the timing for change seemed propitious so he knew he not only had to look to his laurels in order to pass the test with aplomb and protect his prepotent personality, but also make a noticeable impact by setting himself apart from the rest of the staff to convince the masters that he truly deserved more for doing the most.
 

© Heath Muchena, 2016


the Write Fight ii

writing is like wading in the waters
trying to find a way or stay on course
and of course, it could also be a sorta show of bellicose pursuit
for some glorious purpose or other

still, of greatest importance is that the execution be as fluid as the thoughts
from which the words are composed
so as to have a distinct and special sounding voice
which is more than just breath utilised in speech
put on paper
 

© Heath Muchena, 2016


The Legend of Urban Fridays ix

He was accustomed to spending his Friday nights out on the town, as they say.
But on this day he found himself in an invidious situation when the labourers put forward a cogent case against him and his retinue directly to the High Commissioner, giving him cause for concern as the news was likely to unnerve his sponsors, who had supported his ventures on a presupposed condition that his operations would conform to their recommended safety standards.

So in fact, the offenses imputed to them – him at the helm and bearing the brunt of what he considered gripe – were largely of an ethical nature and not necessarily attributable to a specific breach of law or statute. Still, they brought much displeasure and were a most unwelcome inconvenience to his life of leisure and possibly damaging to his reputation, being a man of his stature.
 

© Heath Muchena, 2016


He Lives Still

Sometimes one has to sacrifice the sweetness of sound so as to sufficiently make use of every word, in its right and proper function; and if necessary, employ a systematic technique to exhibit the free creative spirit; struggling with syntax but making sure every word and symbol conveys the exact meaning of that intended to be communicated, instead of turning to the use of synonyms as substitutes in order to achieve sensational succinctness.

But O, how very difficult such a thing is… that most times it seems but a thing of dreams. Still, for that he lives.
 

© Heath Muchena, 2016