A Life’s Work
Posted: December 12, 2016 Filed under: Writings by one ambidextrous... 2 Commentshow can you ever get it right
if you don’t even try?
do you know you can carry a sizeable load
but still make it feel light?
live today for tomorrow you die
tell me, what do you want to be remembered for?
start your life’s work tonight
and don’t wait upon dawn!
© Heath Muchena, 2016
Aerial Love iii
Posted: December 11, 2016 Filed under: Words In Imaginary Motion Leave a commentshe had on a pair of Sophia Webster’s…
and a lacey pith under her sheer dress
which held her voluptuous parts place
Leo lady, radiant flower
the way you light up my fire
like a Perseids meteo shower
I can’t feel my face
on a natural high
when in your sweet embrace
oh baby, just one more hour
is what you say as if my love’s for hire
but I guess there’s always a cost associated with the fulfilment of every desire
© Heath Muchena, 2016
Game of Throngs vii
Posted: December 11, 2016 Filed under: Writings by one ambidextrous... Leave a commentinstead of trying to always get on top of problems
try getting to the bottom of them
but realise that it’s no easy undertaking
because the very action gives rise to a battle
between your instincts and conscious mind
and in that effort to understand if and why your natural reactions are indeed best to follow
you risk failure, criticism and persecution from the throngs
who often aren’t so brave enough to change tomorrow
© Heath Muchena, 2016
Sweet Valley Way
Posted: December 11, 2016 Filed under: Words In Imaginary Motion 3 Commentsthere we found ourselves
melon scented candles next to the bed
hard to imagine even a Baldacchino Supreme would provide the same comfort we discovered on the heath
optimal sensation
the highest point of pleasure concentration
a climax of our predilection for passion
love making
© Heath Muchena, 2016
Penman Blues iii
Posted: December 9, 2016 Filed under: Inhibitions Illustrated 2 Commentsthese stories I live
for your amusement
motives
motifs
ever-present
believe it
I was meant for this
to serve, to please
whether or not you appreciate the token
looking past hurt
maybe I deserved it
or perhaps got used to it
work, baby, work
I know nothing else but this
© Heath Muchena, 2016
Steenways Street
Posted: December 7, 2016 Filed under: Words In Imaginary Motion 2 Commentsthis time the missus and I went to a formal dinner with the scions
and as soon as we entered the parlour all eyes were upon us
as if our wide smiles and equanimity was something new on the scene
the way this antiquated crowd went into a panic as we took our seats at the ZinX table on a dais
whispers filling the air as if it we’d caused some kind of public scandal
like she was a portrait of Madame Vigée-Lebrun showing her teeth
and I was Daniel entering the lion’s den with no security
© Heath Muchena, 2016
Lit Lyric vii
Posted: December 7, 2016 Filed under: Words In Imaginary Motion Leave a commentI composed a note for her
Inspired by the Fantasie in C
As if she was Clara
And I – the Schumann
Since for her I was crazy
La la la la la
The way I needed her love
Every single day!
© Heath Muchena, 2016