Butterfly on a String 

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

#butterflyonastring
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Copyright is mine 12/25/2017

Measured Lines _

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Style is measured
in
increments
of
time.
Some people
write,
some people
rhyme.

A
writer,

a
storyteller,

a
keeper of 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.

Malcolm X knew,

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Martin Luther King too.

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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.

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Y>our Fears

Life
as a rule,

never
turns
out
the
way
we
hoped
it
to.

But if you live your life
with
clarity
and
purpose,
you
begin
to see.

Like
the
tolling
of the
bell
in
the
Square that calls to me.

In time

we
all
must
go
there,
to
embrace

our fragile humanity.

We
are
much
closer
to same

then

further apart,

depending
on
the types
of
seed
we
cultivate
in
our
heart,
the
source
of
all
y>our
fears.

#blackeagledream

All rights reserved. Copyright 2016

With You


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
sand 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.

All rights reserved.

Copyright 2015

#blackeagledream

To You

Surrounded

by the
memories
that
persist
on
any
given
day,
squeezes the hurt,
out
comes
the pain.

We could use
a
little
time
for
ourselves,
to
get
away.

Talk things out,
have
our
say.

Reflecting back
on
the life
that
we
have
lived,

we
shared
our
tears,

we
know
our
sins.

Individual
or
collective
we
stand
or
fall.

S
t
r
i
p
p
e
d

to
the
soul,
i
bare
it
all.

Closest
to me,
are
the
ones
that

I

have
hurt
the most.

A
burden
I
carry,
forever
to
hold,
for
failing
to
be
the
friend
that

I….

should

have

been;

to

you.

For Lisa

Scars and Dreams

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Compelling
are
your
eyes
as
they
softly
speak
with
me.

With a slight nod of the head
I
return the hello
and
immediately
i
could
see,
your
invisible
scars
through
the
filtered
shadow
of
trees.

Your eyes offer
a question,
fluttering
like
a butterfly
outside
my
car
door.

Memories
chase
you…..
threaten to
break you…..

You glanced
an
adieu
in
my direction,
I gave you
a short smile goodbye,
you made
your
turn,
fading
into the
mid shadow
of
light.

How
was
it
I
could
see?

Your
battle
scars
and
dreams.

I have known, and often have seen that some dreams
you
pursue, and
some
you
set
free,
some
you
wear,
and
sometimes
time,
is
all
you
need.

The light
turned
green
and
you
began to drive away,
anxious
to
chase

your dreams

another
day.

Dedicated to the

Purple Rain in all of us.

Thank you,

Prince Rogers Nelson.

‘If a man dies, can he live again?’

#RIPPrince 

Picture of the lovely  Zawe Ashton.

#blackeagledream
Copyright 2016 

All rights reserved.

Into One

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Love weeps, blood seeps, yet the heart leaps from one desperate moment to another. It pants on to the end, an inescapable friend. When i look into your eyes it is then, and only then that i begin to grasp the mosaic of the mystery that is you.
How i do crave your body sweet;
as our bodies finally meet.
Like a flashpoint and a fire,
saturated with desire, and yes many
attempts were made, to pump those figurative brakes, but
as you can clearly see
deep inside i be; but leaving you high and dry never crossed my mind,
as i have no intention of being an honorable mention; as a lover 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.

Cinnamon Tree

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Mankind has been melding for a long long time, peeling back lies, kinship denied, all colors truly sublime to me.
How can the many deny what they see; when they look at the cinnamon tree of we? Of course there is no such cinnamon tree, but man is like cinnamon himself; the blending of many trees on one shelf. Abrade back those layers, and you will find, your skin tone, and that of mine. Chocolate complexion, and honey dip hues, white ginger snaps there for you. So many choices, so much to see; no sense to hate on such skin deep things, for there is no advantage with you,
or me.
When you lay down and die, your people cry; just, like, mine. Cream colored lies fuel the fire, unfulfilled lives in death’s attire. One earth, one life, one hope to live, just try living it without such preconceived shit.
For we are here today, and gone tomorrow, there is no one that is exempt. Back to the dust do we fade no time for regret.
Be it the ground we lay,
or the ocean stay,
or up in the mountains far and away;
in the end the question still remains:

If a man dies, can he live again?

Time traveled, memories, pain,
time changes everything.
Everything.

End.

#blackeagledream 

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The Chase

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Through the eyes
of
many
I
often
do
see,
the
young
and
the
old
as they
clash
and do cling.

Chasing
things,

and calling
them
dreams.

But as time does go,

and
go
it will;

it is rare indeed
to
see fulfilled,
in those
who
in
these days
and
times;

who dare question

the
rhythm,
the
rhyme.

So live your life,
and
do
what
you
do;
but
don’t
sacrifice
the
ones
that
mean
the
most
to
you.

#blackeagledream 

O’ Hawai’i Nei

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The wispy clouds
enshroud the sun
high above
Mauna Kea.
The kanaka maoli stand and say; Mauna Kea is indeed, a most sacred and essential place.

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Despite the occupation
of our land
it
is
important
for

all people

to understand;
you cannot drink money,
and you cannot buy what
can’t
be had.

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While others desire
to satisfy

their

curiosity

of the galaxies
far away;
they fail to preserve
the land in a
righteous,
and
practical way. And to that
all the hawaiian people say, Ku’e. We say Ku’e. Once again we exclaim; KU’E.
Let the reader be determinant.

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