I Don’t Write For You

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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 his 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.

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Rippin [the disclaimer]

This blog

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

fucked

with.

Enjoy the day.

Kawika.

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Measured Lines _ _

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Style is measured
in
increments
of
time
Some
people
write
some
people
rhyme
When we’ve gone
our
words
will
remain
celebrated
or not

A
writer

a
storyteller

a
wordsmith who dreams….

it really
all
feels
the
same
with
me

Words
are
the boundary lines
of
our
very existence
our
lives
measured
in
the
path
we
take

Biggie knew

Tupac too

So yes my friends write, 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
anymore

We Shall Remain

Listening to the proponents of empty and redundant speech,
I sometimes often wonder who is it they could teach? About actions that pertain to honor, to promise, and to peace. Lovers of endless debate,
inside them I do see; vanity and arrogance, wrapped up nice and neat.
‘Why now?’ they flippantly ask today. Need I recall to your simplistic mind and apathetic way; for we both know if it had been decided upon by your forefathers back in the day; none could have rode that genocidal wave. So while you feign that changing the name would break your fragile hearts, we just want you to know that to us; the truth is clear, and not so far apart.
The land below, and the sky above and everything in between, belong to the One who made all things; as this is clearly seen.
Today this day, and in this time, confident we do speak; a consensus of pronouncements for all to hear and see.
It is He; the Creator, that has placed us here today,
and it is forever here;
that we 2 shall remain.

Dedicated to indigenous, native,
aboriginal peoples wherever they might be residing, thriving, and or surviving on the planet.

A special dedication to all Native Hawaiians, living at home or abroad.
We should not have to be homeless, and living in tents on the beaches of our own country. Kawika

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The Billion Dollar Question

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Why is it that you cling to painful and hurtful things; these relics of your not so distant past?

These caricatures are destructive distortions; a mockery that lives in your mind, hand crafted lies, handed down through the annuals of time.
It is intellectually antiquated, and out of step they say; but those are the hate filled lies that many continue to embrace. But now is the opportunity to look inside yourselves and see;
all the ugly things you continue to portray native people to be.

Sweet land of liberty.

The indigenous peoples of this land
are not your mascots,
for you to dress up and play; nor are they here for you to mock their culture in any other way.
So keep your honor, for your honor does not ring true; it is hollow and disingenuous coming from men like you. So either lead, follow, or get out of the way; for the time of the Mascot has had it’s day.

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I Don’t But I Do

What is it about words that grip our
souls in a
keenness of obsession?

How did we know,
when did we
first see?
It is
here,
and
or
there,
that
we
both feed.
Our
obsession.
Our
need.
Words indeed,
more a
collective desire
than of
greed.
We have been
consumed.
A force from within, not our
only sin;
for words we often endure,
and hold back in.
Words taste,
and
are like
the sound you make;
when that first bite
of well done
explodes in your face.
I too have this need;
to write,
and to feed,
all the
hunger
inside
of
me.
I don’t,
but
I do;
really
need you.

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In The Cut

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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 to not 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.

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Empty Rooms

Yeah I guess it’s over 

I know it to be true,

hard to pull the trigger

on

me and you.

Thirty one years 

has come and gone 

it took us some time 

to write this song, 

fading is my heart away. 

This feeling of dread 

encircles my soul, 

my heart beats silent, 

quiet 

alone.

Empty rooms, 

our hair turned grey. 

Where do all the memories go – to fade? 

Yes time 

like fire 

rages 

on;

consuming 

us 

in 

its 

midst.


For Lisa

(85words4u)

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