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Diamond Head

The water was flat
giving illusions that I
could walk right across
to the island in front
of the setting sun
A summer tapestry
at the end of the day

Diamond Head was a
green shadow with no
clouds to obstruct it's view
I wanted to fly through
that space of sky between
Makaha and the crater top
Feel like an 'iwa bird and
perch on a steady rock
Remark on all the people
catching waves before they break
then soar back to Kaiaka
until the moon rises and the owls wake

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Succulent chocolate cake
You temp me very badly
the sugar will be diabetes sweet
the high I'll be on will make me
enourmously weak for another bite

bastard

 

 

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Ride the wave until it peaks
You can't stop the lightning streak
A velocity in motion of you on the ocean
No thinking, no distressing
Just conviction of watered blessing



Then wait for the next song
A perfect wave to strum along





I Remember the Lorax

Remember the Lorax and what he said?
He waved his finger at that Onceler,
who had delusions of grandeur in his head
Where are all those Truffula trees?
How many people are using those
multi-colored all-purpose Thneeds?

I'm sitting here and staring in awful awe
Because where the grickle-grass now
grows once stood mighty Truffula trees tall
shading the humming fish and swomee swans
The Lorax told the Onceler he spoke for
them truffulas and life around them too
Remember the fruit and the brown barba-loots?
Oh the insanity of the biggerring - his bank account
his factory, the wagons, the roads
made possible through selling of Thneeds
Breaks my heart many times over due
to that Onceler who went crazy with greed
And I agree with the Lorax and all that he's said
Better to want the simplest of needs
than end up lonely with power before I am dead

I contemplate here with with
a truffula tree seed in my hand
Oncelers are everywhere
biggering Lerkims they own
I'll water it now, that is my plan
You all should help me stay on track
and then maybe if we do it right
the Lorax might come back

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dear desk, paper, and pen
are you looking at me kindly?
can you sense me smiling?
it is overwhelming - the thoughts,
wishes, plans and prayers
created and spent in this space

I am not leaving you this way
without reclining or rehashing
how my world is a physical
structure molded by power of
voice through trial and error
I've crafted and debated
endlessly agreed while I stole
away to be alone to read

dear desk, paper and pen
through many blank pages
i've scribbled down plots,
graffitied universes with words
intense, harsh, demanding, or
just philosophized on life
notes and information
written here or transcribed there
access to a genius thought I thought
this hapless privileged human i can be

the death of all those trees
to catalyze the endless brain
attached to me - sacrificed
for selfish processing;
it is terrible to be smiling