Black Eagle Dream

I Don’t But I Do

March 19th, 2022
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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Cinnamon Tree

March 17th, 2022
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, with white ginger snaps just 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 will 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.

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When I Think of You

March 16th, 2022
It was in the spring of 1983 when the two of us went our own way.
It’s been a few years now
so I decided to write my say;
about a woman
a person
a friend.

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

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Butterfly on a String

March 15th, 2022
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

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With You

March 15th, 2022
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

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A swing and a miss….

March 15th, 2022
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Y>our Fears

March 15th, 2022
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.

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Echoes of Diaspora

March 15th, 2022
ECHOES OF DIASPORA

O’ Kohala

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 this….

Yet

it is

Waimea

of

old

that

I truly

miss,

longing

for

her

misty morning kiss….

to

caress me

in

her gentle arms

once

again.

As time moves ever

forward

and I continue

to fade

it is

in

my mind

that

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

is

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.

End.

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I Don’t Write For You

March 14th, 2022
I Don’t Write For You

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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Into One

March 14th, 2022
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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