Cedar Loft iv

she made room for him
in her heart
and accommodated him
within her space

his warm embrace
was her happy place
and the more he opened up
the more she let her guard down

so she invited him to her bower
which seemed divinely decorated for her guest
even though he could tell it was probably in an unaltered state
judging from how she’d always presented herself on their dates
always looking exquisite and making it appear so effortless

he felt quite naturally comfortable
and certainly didn’t feel as though he was out of his element
for she had a fine collection of artistic pieces
which were obviously thoughtfully placed
reflecting her taste, and that he truly appreciated

the clues were subtle and intimate
and he particularly loved the lit candles everywhere
from the loft entrance to her bedside pedestals
and the fragrant atmosphere reminded him of his own lair
only that his had blues like a satin bowerbird’s nest

his reservations about what was for him best
and doubts about whether to enter this intimate phase
were all laid to rest
as they toasted and got absorbed in a tête-à-tête

and as it was getting late
he figured he’d suggest… but before he could relate
she said ‘you’re my bumble bee and I – your red clover
and so would die if you don’t lie down with me’

it all felt so right thus they spent the night
going half on a baby

© Heath Muchena, 2016

Uptown Abbey iv

his heart held a modicum of attraction
which quickly intensified that he hastily disregarded the opprobrium
that would inevitably follow all unbefitting association with a betrothed woman

and ripe as the fruit of his passion was
there was clearly no petering out, no separating the pips from the pulp
he had to have her or no one

so wholly… was his want

© Heath Muchena

My Sweet Dream

I had a sweet dream last night
Real Heaven on earth
It was crystal clear and so real
Until I woke back to reality

I flew to worlds unknown in my sleep
Where no living soul has ever reached
Everything there was perfectly beautiful
I really wish I could live there forever

I reached a certain place last night
Where I saw men and women living together
Respecting each other as equals
Until I opened my eyes to the same reality

I badly wanted to learn a thing or two
On how they live and find happiness together
But I was quickly awaken back
By the wailing voice of a raped little girl

I had so many questions to ask them
How their women feel safe around men
Wearing whatever feels comfortable
Without the end less fear of being raped

I wanted to know a little more
How it is possible in their world
For little angels to play around
Without arousing the lust of some grey headed man

I entered some real dreamland last night
Where no man lays a hand on a woman
And abuse of children is a thing unknown
It all vanished when I woke to the real world

I had a sweet dream last night
I saw glimpses of a perfect world
Where ALL are equal
But I guess it was just a sweet dream!

For the African Woman

Rise up, Africa, rise
Come on put your hands together
I’ve heard the wailing voice of a woman
The deafening cry of her child can’t escape my ear

Have you given any thought to the plight
Of that miserable, helpless African woman?
Her last meal she can’t even remember
Her dying child crushes her heart at every glance

Gunshot has left her trembling
Who will protect the African woman?
When her protector has turned her oppressor
Destitute and traumatized she has been left

From the tight grip of brutal oppression
Who will rescue the African woman?
Her loudest crying voice
Has found no ears to fall on

Deep in the jungle somewhere
Where no arm is long enough to reach her
She lonely stares death in the face
Ready to snatch her helpless child away.

The Approach

I see you, You see me
Yet we don’t see each other
We hide behind veils of pretense
Yet conjure ungrounded opinions
No acknowledgment is required
But clarity is needed
I’m wrong, You’re wrong
Both at fault
Abominable pride restrains
The words tipping on my tongue
So we carry on
I see you,You see me
Yet we choose not to see each other

What do Poets look like?

What do Poets look like?
Please, do tell.
You who seem to know
everything so well.

What do Poets look like?
You, who can’t even convert
a few pictures into words.

And, how can you tell?
You, who don’t even know
how to express
your thoughts and feelings

On paper

Do they have tired eyed
from reading too much?

Or, are their fingers
covered with ink,
from writing until the early
hours of the morning?

Please, tell me.
What do Poets look like?


I was pleased to hear your name
I was amazed to see a face like you
Your smile, time stop for that moment to wonder
Scared as I was, my heart would had broken if I did not say hello
For once I took notice of my voice and your voice was unbelievable
I spoke my heart out
I told of secrets kept hidden from the rest
I held and assured you to never let go
My life was for you to protect
I held your hand and walk with you through that storm
Your tears I hold precious not to fall down
In your eyes I saw not an angel, but the image of the lady in my dreams
You told me I was everything that you ever wanted and likewise I said
I called you not darling, sweet heart neither my chocolate, but by your name
You said it was sweet, and your name was sweet
Then suddenly I was walking by past your place
I saw you holding his hand and I nearly died of honesty
Was it really you my sweet cheating on me?
I would not come to believe it
You saw me and your head went down and mind started to shake from left to right in disbelieve
It was the truth we lost it, we really lost it
You told me the day after my heart break that you never meant to hurt me
It was the truth you were always going to break my heart
Tears like a river come rolling down my cheeks
I wanted to hate you, but my love for you was too pure to consider it
Storm, storms and grey weather become my daily existence
I was dead inside for my smile is just a frown
Lady of mine you left me fragile
Then one day I smiled with myself for once to see what will happen
The thought of you just disappeared
I was free from you now
Then one day I heard you were looking for me
I found you sitting on top of a branch of a fallen tree
You ran and hugged me
Your face was full of tears
I wanted to push you away, but all I could do was embrace you
I embraced you because I knew how it hurt and nobody deserves it
You said he broke your heart and the pain was unbearable
I told you to stop because you made no sense
Then you started weeping, I had nothing on me to wipe your tears away
So I offered my brand new t-shirt
It mattered not to me that it was brand new, what mattered was you
You asked me how could he? I asked what could he what?
You said how could he take you away from me?
Was it a question you just asked me?
It was getting late; can I take you home I asked?
You said you had no place to call home and I was the only place you could call home
You begged for forgiveness, for what I asked?
Please forgive me for the hurt and pain I caused you
I said don’t worry with a face mixed with emotions
I could not show my disappointment neither my hurt
Damn you shouted!!!!
What went wrong you asked?
I said nothing went wrong was best answered
Believe in me and I believed in you
You said one day I will remember you
I said I don’t want to see your face again
Remember the summer you said it will never end
Remember the winter you said you felt warm in my arms
Now we speak of you, him and me, instead of the of us
It will make no difference if we cry foul
You hide behind lies with such truth
Your truth is far from your heart
Your thoughts are creeping far away from your mind
Remember this is what we call love
Forget what we call it, it was never meant to be



Stop lingering in my thoughts
Cease from abiding in my dreams
Let me go, let me be
These stirrings in my heart
Folly on my part
Silent conflict raging through my mind
Restless whispers clawing out my mouth
Let me go, let me be
I have nothing to offer thee


Turmoil, as to how I came to be
Because I ceased to be
Existing within a perfect flawed state of being
Looking at the reflection of what I ought to be
Not who I am meant to be
Bordered on the good-bad, of what it means to be me
Lingering on the truth presented before me
I grapple to distinguish opinion to fact
A pity,
For I feel but a sham of what I am supposed to be



Is based on trust, honesty and communication
A sacred tie thats its bound together
With love and kindness

A friendship is based on respect
Humanity and humility

Friendship is the only
cement that will ever
hold the union together.

A friendship is a union that two people are comfortable with each other
United to share anything
Whether its full of joy or pain.

A friendship is when somebody else is able to understand your silence
Your pain, your anger and your joy

A friendship its a bond that strengthen by the mile you go through together
Challenges you face without ceasing but prevailing.

A friendship that is treasured only based on God