Strung together elegantly
Silken ribbons connect
smooth shells
And kukui nuts.

Though it is not vibrant orchids
Or a beautiful hibiscus
It carries their memories
Gently as the waves
Kissing the sand.

The shells remind them of
Past reminiscences
Of younger days in rustic Waimea
And delighted smiles
At Hanauma Bay,
Watching colorful fish
And gliding sea turtles.

The kukui nut
keeps them grounded together
So as not to drift apart
In heart.

He strung it around her neck
And softly whispered in her ear:
aloha aku no
*aloha mai no

invariably long speeches
full of thoughts
empty of ideas
to improve a failing nation
with harmonic discrepancies
platformed and supported by
blood painted canvases
framed by the wailing
of those inflicted with the disease of war and politics
( those pitiful necessary evils)
no second thought
emanates from those wasteful
vain men and women
no. no second thought emanates to empathize the eternal
sadness wrought by their selfish actions;
this son of a dead man
is brought to you by
the politicians and CEOS
(sick warmongers)
in Armani suits and Rolexes
who seem to walk out of time
and they will send him
to the same fate as his father
never fully understanding
the complex waves of emotion
overriding and rolling over neural thoughts
just another face
just another body
just another life
now just another number
pitifully printed nameless
in wasteful
paper news

A rolling sea of emotions
Wash over swirling neural thoughts
Controlling actions
And expressing words
The heart sits on the Throne of Organs
Enduring harsh enterprises
Surviving, living, beating
Offering no poker face
Each face
Each belief
Construes from this lovely genetic system
This is why the mind becomes
A monster
Topped with green jealousy;
The sweet heart will never know
In it's beautiful innocence
That the cold brain is emulous
And eternally envious of the heart

Ashtoreth preys
On unwary beings
Using her sly wit
And beguiling smile
She twists and dances around
Burning her figure
Into the soul's retina
She's all thoughts
And hallucinations
That they all think were meant to be
They'll fall in love with lust
Then despair
When they find themselves seduced
And forgotten
Amongst the ochre smoke
Embedded and immobilized
In Hell they are in
They fail to find
Dante's secret door
Deeper they wander
Not quite dead
Nor blessed with living
Ashtoreth has given
The sweet ambrosial water
From the gods
And there in Hell they'll stay
Immortal
Surviving by serving
Sin's brother

A lost Alice
In a diagonal Wonderland.
This is me.
That eternal maze of a dream
With drunken mad hatters
Who will vaporize and **** out life
Like a slithering chimera,
And I'll be like that poor white rabbit...
I'm late, I'm late
I'm late, I'm late
I'm late, I'm late
I'm late, I'm dead
For that queen will
Chop me into soup,..
Her cannibalistic tastes
Will watch with drooling joy
And my severed head will roll
Down to the queen's feet...
Let's play croquet
With the silly girl's ****** head
Ha! She laughs with delight
And rolls the head to and fro
In a beautiful lush garden
Cut out the heart! the queen demands
For the crowned woman is worse than
Vladimir the Impaler
And adding a warm heart to the vault
She will have her name strike
fear and lust into men's hearts...
Until they become a vaulted collection...
I'm late, I'm late
I'm late, I'm late
I don't exist
My watch has broken
My ticking heart is no more
And my grinning head stares at the queen's feet...
Wake me up! I scream, I beg
Save me from...
Save me from myself...

It had discovered
A small shaft of darkness
Wriggling from the pain of light
A mere whispered phantom
Haltingly treading a miasmic path

Continuous dewdrops of ocean water
Leaking from saddened face
And its twisted self
Enveloped in putrid strongholds
Of offensive thoughts

Though veiled in
The absence of light
It has met its match,
A burning flame,
The flowering torch
Of another heart

With moth- like trance
It has followed this luminous being
And become itself
An entity of inspiration