These literary works will not be begged
borrowed
or
shanghied son;
no
not beat up sifted whipped nor
spun –
It is my intellectual property
and
my physical property too,
so it shant be
quoted sampled or quipped
or
otherwise
plagiarized with.
Copyright 2018 All Rights Reserved #blackeagledream
ECHOES OF DIASPORA
the place that my grandma knew,
and her mom,
and her mom’s mom too.
Dense dark forest
filled with
hidden
meanings and mist;
crowd
my dreams
when I think of her,
and this….
‘O Waimea
of
old
how I long for that misty morning kiss,
as you caress me in your gentle arms once again.
As time moves ever
forward,
and I continue
to fade;
it is
in
my mind
I travel
back and forth…
each
and
every day;
sometimes as a boy
but most times as a man.
The years do pass,
people don’t last,
as I continue
to cling
to a well worn
and
tattered dream.
What
does
it
all mean?
From the mountain
to
the
sea,
when
my
journey
is
complete;
in
Waipi’o Valley
where
I
will
sleep.
‘O Hawai’i nei,
embrace me
as
your native son
as
I
slumber
in your arms
until
that
promised day
has
come.
[ I prefer the word aboriginal rather than native, but I just like the way it flowed. End.
Copyright 2016 All Rights Reserved #blackeagledream
Reconciled
to write
as
I do
a
strange twist of fate
for
loving
you.
Embracing that
you
be elusive
yet
cling….
Like
a
butterfly
on
a
string.
You offer hope
as a candle
shining brightly
in a
darkened place.
Life
has not
been
kind
but
you’ve never been one to complain.
Always pushing forward
keeping
your priorities straight.
You….
whose
love
has risen
above the fray –
A truly quiet
and
gentle soul…
Lisa
is
her
name.
For Lisa
Copyright 12/25/2017 All Rights Reserved #blackeagledream
Into One
How I do crave your body sweet
as
our bodies
finally meet…
like a flashpoint
and
a
fire,
ignited
by our desires….
And now as you can clearly see
deep inside I be;
because
leaving you
high
and
dry –
never crossed my mind,
as
I have no intention
of being an honorable mention
as the man
who could
not
make the pretty lady sing.
Falsetto tonight I bring,
and
it is
you,
and
it is
I,
it is our
souls
that intertwine;
as
we
merge our bodies
and
our longing
Into
One.
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I Don’t Write For You / Me
I don’t write
because I can
or to have you
in the palm of hand
I don’t write
because I do,
I write because I have to.
Hunger turned inside out
causing me to quake,
scribbling like a junkie
prepping that next bake –
The high to write
grips my soul,
as I begin
to shake,
held fast by
a passion I
never want to escape;
no I cannot put it down
until I have rendered her
her due,
as I slowly whisper
to myself
I
don’t
write
for
you.
Copyright 2018 All Rights Reserved #blackeagledream
Commit
to
yourself
to
be ever true
less
you be
misguided
from
the
essence
that
lies
within
you.
Depending
upon,
contractually
speaking,
and
in
consideration of;
the
height,
and
depth
of
your
love.
To grasp
the
vastness
of
what
Love is
and what it is not,
what
will be,
and
what
is taught
what is
known,
and
can’t be bought.
Ever shifting
are the
dunes
of mankind;
unsteady
in
all his ways.
Wandering
inside
your
head,
let
truth,
your
heart
be fed,
and
let
the
possibilities
begin
and
end;
With
You.
For Kameko
Copyright 2015 All Rights Reserved #blackeagledream
Traveling through this space of
mind
I often like to sit
and
rhyme
as I contemplate my
idiosyncratic qualifications.
Seems life has been more down than up,
as I struggle
not to
give a fuck
and remain relevant
with respects my dreams.
Along the way,
friends have proved to be
far
and
few in between;
yeah
you know what I mean.
But my girl
she’s been there
when no one else was.
She’s my hero she’s my buff, always there
laying in the cut,
keeping me warm
and
well fed.
For Lisa
My only friend….
Copyright 2018 All Rights Reserved #blackeagledream
About someone I can never forget.
Anchored by memories
buried
deep within my chest,
thoughts of her
her smile,
the
first day
that we met.
It was the summer of 1982.
She was twenty one, I was twenty two.
That face
that spirit
that body
that shine,
conversations shared
over
flower
and
wine.
These are only some of the memories that I keep;
When I think
of you.
Knowing
reflecting
understanding
still,
She was
the
one person
that
one
friend,
She was the one that….
(yeah that one.)
A love that never mends,
a loss,
a debt.
A check that was written
but never cashed,
A flower that bloomed but didn’t last.
These are some of the things I think about…
When I think of you….
End.
For Jackie
Copyright March 25, 2017 All Rights Reserved #blackeagledream
in Barbados
while
walking
on the beach,
I observed
foamy
blue
water
caressing
your
quiet
feet.
Our eyes
became
entangled
in more
than a casual way
We ended up talking —
walking
down
the
beach
that
day
But
I won’t even front,
even if
I
could
because
it
was
that
God
given
complexion
that
arrested
my
attention
on
that
warm
Bajan
day.
It was
your
countenance
over
conversation
carried
by
the
wind,
It was
your
natural
vibe
reviving
my soul
again
With your
alluding
to
the facts
as
you
understood them
then;
saying….
that I should rise up to confront
life…
And….
that things would turn out better
if I did.
From then to now
and
now
and
then
it
has
been
simply
unspoken
a bond
unbroken
holding us
together
as friends…
Now married to you….
forty years later,
we walk together
again…
Having met you
on
a
beach
in
Barbados.
End.
For Lisa my only friend
Copyright May 6th, 2017 All Rights Reserved #blackeagledream
So whether you be
a fiery speaker
or
a
keeper of dreams;
someone who writes
and
says what they mean…
You begin to grasp the power of words….. understanding
that the
boundary lines
of
our
very
existence….
our
lives
measured
in
the
path
we
take.
When
we’ve gone…
our
words
will
remain,
celebrated
or
not.
So
yes write
and
to
yourself
be
true;
yes write
until
the
pen does bend,
and
the warmth
of
the sun
is
not
felt
on
your
face
again;
any more….
Copyright February 2018 All Rights Reserved #blackeagledream
Black Eagle Dream 