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
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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Copyright 2015

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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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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.

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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.

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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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Indigenous Woman  

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Indigenous woman

who resides on the earth;

without her

what would life be worth?

No clans,

no nations,

no families

to be;

for

from her womb
the children spring.

It is she who should be honored

not beaten or killed;

not to be left

and

found in a field.

The carnage has not ended,

as you clearly see;

as evil men continue to walk

with impunity.

Thousands missing or murdered indigenous women continue to be snatched away;

by an acquaintance they knew,

or someone common but strange;

as the collective voice of the few,

falls upon the deaf ears of the many.

It is you, indigenous woman

who are to dignify your value

and worth;

and no one,

absolutely no one

has the right to take that from her.

Justice delayed is justice denied.

O’ Canada, you can’t deny the genocide; 3,000 women died.

Probably more than that.

This is dedicated to the missing and murdered indigenous women of Canada.
A special dedication to the families, and their communities who have suffered such painful losses.

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Kohala

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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.

The orange molten lava

of

Kilauea

flows brightly in the day.

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Winding it does play

marching relentlessly to the sea,

preparing for

an

epic battle

with

an ancient enemy.

The

glow of fire

reflects

off

my eyes

as I beam at the marvel of creation….

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But

it is

this…

Waimea

of

old

I do miss,

longing

for her misty

morning kiss

to caress me

in her familiar arms

once

again.

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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 mountains
to

the

sea,
when my journey
is complete;
in
Waipi’o Valley
is where I will sleep.

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O Hawai’i Nei,

embrace me as your native son

as I slumber

in your arms until

that

promised day

has come.

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Read the Black Eagle Dream Collection today.

Written by Kawika A Stafford

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When I Think of You

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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Copyright March 25, 2017

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