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.
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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 this.
Yet it is
Waimea
of
old that I truly miss;
longing for that 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
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.
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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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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
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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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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.
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Black Eagle Dream 
