Golden light of Hamakua sunrise
Warming the ocean facing rooms
glorious morning, on the country side
homes away from home.
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 4:34 AM UTC
Hawaiian honeycreepers make the case—
If a place is a possibility: something can exist in it.
To sub specie possibilitatis the world appears as groundless.
A floating ball of color schemes: the individual "bubble"
In it individuality, formed in the wink of an eye;
Doomed to disappear scattering joy between finite & infinite
Whether the good is more or less identical than the beautiful?
No steps exists can carry us across this abyss.
But if man sees it, as nothing other than
what it is, he has escaped from possibility. touched on reality, I touch on transcendence.
But transcendence is no binding reality;
however, if you ever noticed ...
everywhere in reality something that, when grasped as empirical reality, no longer is what we experience.
As resurrection the chthonic biome— Each night-blooming cereus--the crucifix
logical space must be given by it. a merr young lady
For the same reason
Like two youths in a fairy-tale, their two
You are the idealist's appeal to 'spatial spectacles'.
Comparing propositions of reality. Whether wether your god or not, independent of the fact: thinking virtue propositions
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 4:27 AM UTC
Somewhere in between the no-
longer & the still-
to-come
Mother of Muses marooned herself
In the inˈtrēɡiNG intricacies of beingness.
Footloose & fancy-free
I remember realizing all roads
To wonder, awe, and curiosity connect.
I splunked for the sacred,
in the remarkable
I pondered mystery,
And fell into The Fact
Reality goes beyond any concept.
It is a Trap of creation
The parallel of being -One-on-one
between
were – are – will be
Tantamount sayables
Reach reaching out to a possible
whatness
Engender the paradigm of meaning.
Past time & tense - taught & deadened
progressive paralysis takes the mind.
Campanile in a bower
symbols - projected
cantor of
Psychopannychism
In tradition
The awakened images
where she is accompanied by Calliope & Polyhymnia.
They make known, like true prophets,
the stirring of the collective unconscious.
The occult of a sensuousness spark
enclosing lucidness within the finite psyche
of a tangeable minds body
A literal world of a metaphor.
Shaped, reshaped, turned over, renegotiated,
energized, translated.
Loosening the timeless seems of awareness.
Twisting individual movements till the veil is dropped.
Rekindling the divine.
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 4:24 AM UTC
I like to make lists more then I like finishing them.
More making.
more lists - makes me feel the way making and finishing a good list feels when its finally as easy to finish it as it is making it.
The only thing that feels close as good as the way finishing a lists feels is a good list finishin - when
- you finish making it good and proper. ✓ x 100 % A+ ect,
lists.
I feel it's way easier to - make a new list
- to finish as it is. as it is to finish when the same list you where just finish
- ing
- or
- are
making just to finish - something someone just put on The List - then it is to finish just 1 more chore - finish off the list.
feeling,
- just as good as -
✓ finishing most of the list.
Is as good as the worst feeling things on them.
Make more : ✓
This is the goal.
Not Lists; making more lists.
✓ Making more : ✓
- It makes me feel just about the same way as when I just want to do more and more is what I
- Do
- Enjoy
-
-
-
Sep 13, 2023
Sep 13, 2023 at 10:33 AM UTC
Now, the candid orange
From the rouge lemon
and this; big sky I’m
Left out to hide under
On the fence so it looks
Like so it looks like I
Couldn’t decide. My feet lead slowly dragging
Through the pasture where
We buried to to many
Gentle memories.
Red cardinal, old world
Ferns in the small lower corner
Ears perk up & I see
A place. I fondly think
it doesn’t go anywhere...
… Passing through thicket
Brushing up against
A … ‘ah’ a ‘eh … α eigh — Edge!
‘Ai’ heigh I clamored.
Wide open vista with …‘oo’ blue hue
Sweeping ocean view. Winds come
Sail'n out of those humid chartreuse
Grasses from a pointed funnel
Leopard bed look'n hostel or not
it is safe a good gap in the tract
I don’t feel lost, safe sign I might
as well keep schmucking
Going out of where I should be.
Scenic edge stopped aisles lie ahead
keep in my tracks followed
only the wind a safe place to be
so odd it felt like the wall of a fish bowl
looking out to the sea.
Jun 21, 2023
Jun 21, 2023 at 7:35 AM UTC
Somewhere in between the no-
longer & the still-
to-come
A young women lingering
up above the world so high
On a snow peak in the sky.
Worshiping the sun;
Not the saint -- come it, what may.
Occult spirit burnin. Whirlwind turning.
Incarnated ego be ripped away,
Wind swirling. Spirit turning.
Shower of sparks
Enclosing brightness in dark.
She is a divinatory
Left by society
dazzling
blooming
heedless
heathen
Her eyes glowing
As ethereal stars subside
And a lonely moon leisurely climes
into heavenly arena
somnambulantly converging with the zenith
Negating nebulous perspectives
Incandescently filling the void
Resurrecting the chthonic biome—
Reaching out, with new green shoots – invoke life
from within the molten core—purple with an edging of vermillion—
By sunrise to a full-fledged conflagration
Fledgling millennium into oblivion.
Each night-blooming cereus--the crucifix
Blessed Paradox--
Stillness and Motion;
Drifting throughout the cosmos
In a downward motion .
Coming of age--
In sunshine and in shadow
Near rippling rills, kissing a gentle breeze.
Down below green pasture land,
Oranges go bronze, the reds, maroon,
Wherever a grand koa does not stands,
a leeward streamlets flow.
and No mortal could control enigmatical
Between heavenand earth--
stratum lunacy of vertigo
Oct 3, 2022
Oct 3, 2022 at 4:13 AM UTC
Belay my soul to an island.
I'll leave a note in a bottle
Tied to the end of the rope
At the bottom of the collapsed
magma chamber.
Approach the overhang
rappel
stalactites and stalagmites
Oct 3, 2022
Oct 3, 2022 at 4:02 AM UTC
This clade of “tree”
if you can believe that
! That this is what the
... silversword alliance technically are.
It's closely related tarweed...
The first **** wasn’t lonely for long and had
multiple terrains to colonize.
& tall tales take solidified liquid form
from the something
making water like fire
or air we can’t see floating like ice.
Pushed in a away a tsunami
seem small as they cross over the ocean.
Only they roar
louder then anything heard, but a drip
silenced lost lost
to deaf ears
empty troughs of the dunes
soft sand triumphing over the oceans.
The four subclades within the crossing times
sowed their alliance,
silversword are the tall tales
detail of long ago seemingly insignificant kept
life form, form life , forms
forms life
we know because it’s indistinguishable from the rest.
probabilities estimates Vertical
no horizontal or dashed lines.
Bound by the ' it was', see.
we are to the way we
were. Read the possible
probability of a tale, A tale
of a tall tale. Told.
Origination, will, times. They tell,
seconds per island
complex (from left-to-right:
Kaua‘i, O‘ahu, Maui Nui, Hawai‘i).
Nov 20, 2021
Nov 20, 2021 at 9:41 PM UTC
The whole experience is slightly surreal.
Like “one of those” movie they say,
Tourist... they make it seem fake.
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 9:37 AM UTC
When this wide eye wakes
Time welts
Summer
Sometimes wins
May Blooms
And Blossoms
and spars the rain
Seeping deep into the
drown earth
immersed in a mumble
a continuous
p
l
u
n
g
e
of the waterfall,
________________________
You say.
My finger mine
Shadows of solemn
casts pillers o'er hollowed temples
My fingers,
Breath upon your skin
move as steady wind.
_____________________
Say only
what love might be
if the veil thin,
warm & roused
dove - down
thoughts full of dreams.
destined for nothing
heav-y-enly...
____________________________
Your Eyes
emerald with yellow
wildflower born into
the light
______________________________
Extended into the shadows
Memory - worn and
gardens overgrew
Wind - whipped , white - washed , w h i p p y
clouds the sky
& looms in
the mind
individuality lost to infinity
the beauty & fairweather
now emblems of ephemeral
time.
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 11:14 PM UTC