The kiss of death has graced his lips
while we gawk and observe,
sitting in solitude and with crispy morning breezes that bring us small amounts of relief but shivers for frigid body temps.
The sickness that binds him to the old creaky bed frames
has taken hold of his lungs,
rendering him not capable of working in the sun,
for his valuable wages.
He worsens slowly but surely,
only to gain remission and feel the sun on his back in the fields
once again,
the breath of life fills his lungs once more,
for growth and sustainability.
To the ill and the lame,
be of assistance for your own health & wellness
and keep your cleanliness paramount,
for yourself and the "him" in everyone's life.
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 4:39 AM UTC
She enters searching for the essence of us
Left from before time existed and from miles of distance apart
Her messenger waits outside my door quietly and patiently
She always makes sure to wipe herself clear from my recollection
So she can sleep at night, as prose will prove correct
The dry frigid air sweeps across the fallen land
At the edge of town there’s a open field that I lay in to soothe my mind
I have a lot of chatter there in the silence of the bewitching hours
Sometimes good, sometimes not so good
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 8:05 AM UTC
there is enough room at the edge of this town to breathe,
wide open spaces and pleasent weather mix well with the butterflies and mice that inhabit the grainy and cornfed feilds aside the ranchers and workers.
the livestock has fallen ill this season from the construction of the roads along the fences,
the lack of grazing pastures are getting to the association this year
it's being brought up to the board this week
the air has just been thick with anticipation of the spring rains and chance for growth but the season is young
so many things have to happen for us to reach the endgoal of our bounties, for us to recieve our cut
we reap what we sow
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 5:47 PM UTC
there is a beginning and end to everything in life,
the cycles are no more evident to me than it is now,
4 humdrum years later.
She has taken another into her bed while I made sure I was alive
after the last encounter of sorts,
a complex man I'm hoping for,
one who can identify all her triggers and signs of these type situations.
I wouldn't mind it if I wasn't haunted enough by the notion of knowing this is a definite and confirmed event in my life.
There is no fighting it.
Her critically acclaimed words are evident in the fact that it is
easy to acheive for her,
I can only assume in silence and darkness of her tactics and
I do not state this claim as falsehood for it is not a illusion
the thing is, she thinks I am oblivious to the situation,
I know and what would her penalty be?
maybe isolation and abandonment,
confrontation maybe not.
I have the black list on Megatron, my iphone, updated with my
exemption from this situation.
what will happen is a whole lot of work,
for work comes first
I will have no connection to the woman who has been
dishonest and decitful in the future
my elders have told be beware the water
yet the water is remarkably calm but so deep and treacherous
I will see the sunrise of tommorrow and enjoy her warmth
the darkness will fade and I will taste another on my lips,
as prophesy had revealed to me
maybe this time with respect and comfort
maybe with child and a wedding
WE WILL SEE, WON'T WE
Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 8:00 AM UTC
The embers of a dying fire
can still hold warmth
can still provide light
a sign of health
a sign of wellness
the tide pools at the shoreline
provide life
provide food
a sign of health
a sign of wellness
the promise that the universe will raise you as her own,
is a promise to all those of past, present and future
the cycles of life and death will always be present
the changing of this promise will never be doubted,
but it will be taken advatage of, be appreciated and be used however we decide.
a sign of health
a sign of wellness
for all those of past, present and future
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 5:23 PM UTC
The night that commands these creatures has begun,
the creepy crawlers will emerge and begin the nightly routine of
the hunt, the nesting, the evading, the dancing with the ghosts
the capturing of the light is a a necessity and the creatures are aware of it,
the capture is almost like a health pack of absorbed moonbeams streaking throughout the canopy onto the underbrush and forest floor,
the creatures move among the the shadows hunting the light blindly
unaware of the loss of stealth as they peak theirs extensions into the dim moonlight touching the floor, sweeping the earth about
this is the life that the night commands and I await the break of dawn and the warmth of the moon's superior as
the wind rustles and the earth has spun for that bit of time
oh the deep dark night, let there be a dawn.
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 4:15 AM UTC
There's a steel drum playing loudly in the valley,
the tinks are infectious and lively
The shadows are rolling down the cliff with the breeze,
everything is right in the world we know to be true and sane
The thicket is dry and full of keawe thorns,
the bush is rustling with critters that show their fangs in the twilight hours
Our dogs are satisfied with the cool evening gentle wind gusts while the shores are still being lapped from the strong
Pacific currents
The day was difficult due to the heat,
when this happens we all suffer
The streams of sunlight dwindle and night settles in.
The night owls make their runs to town and back,
while the guard dog is chained and fast asleep
The night is long and only gives way to only the heat of the
mid-morning sun,
the birds chirp again
See!! The world is correct while we sleep, while we are active and while we breathe the Kona winds off the cold Pacific waters.
Nothing in life is just one event. It's merely the rhythm of life that occurs.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 10:11 PM UTC
There's a hint of melancholy left in my breath,
a hint of cold in the summer
It's staples of nourishment that has lighted
pathways to salvation,
lighted pathways to safety and a distance from chaos
places like this on the horizon and a day's sail further
exist in a iridescent dream in my recollection
Islands of landmass proportions that rival the wonder of planetary revelations and celestial events that streak through the sky,
float among the ocean currents along side the ring of fire
The children of the Pacific remember these fiya skies and
praise those little portions of stardust lingering on the breeze
that create it.
The saline air collects in my lungs
beautiful coastlines with saltwater clouds 100 meters above the cliffs are home to those that ride on air gusts
they nest with their young hidden in caves a ways above the pristine and rugged rock face
the sun hits them quietly to warm and she leaves them the cooler at dusk on the ridge
Children of the Pacific all know this to be truth,
we established this fact through generations of life
It is how we ensure our survival as a people,
It is community collected lessons that we feed on and digest daily, to share this with the world is our privilege and responsibility,
one that we take seriously...
Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 9:22 AM UTC
The world turns on a Shepard’s staff.
He, of whom the Shepard is, is a guide through the treachery and trickiness of the thick weeds.
The foothills have been passed and the plains of this earth is now the marked destination to rest. We eat there. Beware
the wolves
The sheep have been calm this journey, and it’s lax for the collie, our animal ally.
He is prepared at a beckoning and that is all that is required for herds safety. He comes and goes throughout the brush to scout and prepare reconnaissance. Again, a ally.
The sun moves slowly and eventually rests past the horizon. Twilight and on a clear night, spreckels of stardust show their face over the herd and friendlies. The wolves do not bother the fire tonight.
We rest with a relative ease.
We wake and begin the day.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 6:53 PM UTC
In the wee morning hours, while the world sleeps, thoughts of my fiya burns brightly and with substantial heat.
My child is growing without her father, regardless. It pains me that she will never be under my command. She is a seeker of a man's comfort and in all due rites, it is my comfort that she seeks in another man, a male.
A father's role in a child's life is a decent responsibility. It is honorable and respectable lifelong deal, or until the child exceeds legal commitment.
I find myself seeking her out, my sweet fiya, and finding comfort in women. Not the mother. I did not fully accept her, the mother, and we were forced to cut the courtship short upon pregnancy. It was forged in a manner that sits uncomfortably with me. Forevermore.
My intentions were to save and although it forced my hand many times, I do not see why her love is not reciprocated from me.
The flames grow in my guts and it leaves a charred taste in my mouth. My fiya, my sweet fiya, will grow free of a circumstantial monsoon rain. She will grow in size and warmth.
Eternamente, filha, eu sou seu pai.
Eu te amo, linda.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 8:30 AM UTC