Vierra

Vierra Apr 2017

Light will give way to darkness, ever challenging for the attention of mere mortals.

The dark will be thick and comforatable. A dim ahi flickers in pō and ka noe. It will be delightful when ke ahi make.

Lā will return and the shade will be the only cool the natives will have.

The gods smile in the background, ever watchful of the dance.

Lono and Pele dance in rythem, while Kūkailimoku kahea with Hi'iaka.

It rains here in Waianae because she loves me, the one from yellow and red. Bird feathers are her drapes of honor and bloodline. The anae will run again as the rivers open because of the ua. Her particular nature revolves around the seasons of unordinary times when plants are fed and coffee is feasted.

I am a drunkard of blood that does not belong to me. She is the one whom I yearn to taste. The blood of Royalty above Royalty.

Please hear my words that I cannot speak of.

He mea iki, Ka ikaikakapu. I am of Oahu and she is of Hawai'i.

Only a sea's voyage away.

#hawaiianmythology

Vierra Mar 2017

Nature and Instincts

The permafrost recedes and the animals peeking their heads out of the burroughs they were buried in and they begin their quest for a lover, to repopulate the species again and to feed after the long harsh winter, and to gain experience and memories of how to do so.

The frosty winds turn cool and the sun warms their faces and souls. The hope of meeting their potential partners are enough to defrost and soothe the ice on their coats, rendering them capable to breed. With their legs stretched and active, they search.

They hunt and breed for the whole spring within their respective community. The revirie of their population gaining on other predators give them a better chance for survival amongst all odds.

I have been buried in ice for thousands of years. I have been waiting for my turn to hunt and search for my lover, my community, and my wife. I have been straggling behind my species for a lifetime.

Is it my turn yet?
Is it my chance to do well amoungst the Mohikans?

I certainly hope so.

Happy Spring, poets.

For memories of the hunt.

#and #spring #beyond

Vierra Feb 2017

A Finches Return

I pondered, in reverie, about the endless blue sky
and why the finches never returned for their morning bathe in the sun.
I suspect that is they have found grounds to feed down south but never understood why they left.

It was when the finches arrive back at the fields, that she came to me
asking for meat and bread for her belly.
My senses, finely tuned, remember how lovely she was.
I could taste her in my dreams, smell her in my sheets, and hear her whispers, putting me to bed to dream

Alas, she has left for business and is never to be returning. I send her absolutes through winds that pass through the valley. But she cannot hear the thing that would matter most.

These words that I speak of cannot be just spoken, but has to be noticed
by her and only her eyes for it is the acts of affection that turns the volume up in her mind. It is the acts of the pale moon to see blindly in the darkness.

I'm a ******* coward but so is she. We cannot see the light in a dark corner of the fools mind for he is a fool like I. I will search for her in every woman I will ever meet and, perhaps, will see a lonesome road and forever think of her, searching for the finches of last fall.

I will spoil the dogs while I wait for her to finish searching for her birds. They will be decent, but I fear for her and her reverie of the birds returning. They are free birds like she and I fear solitude in heavy doses.

Oh, the return.

killing fields poetry
sadness, anger, hope and reverie

#proseofapoet #killingfeild

Vierra Feb 2017

Waste

There is a chaos theory that is dominate in my mind,
one of proper thought that has gone array,
visions of violations to our fellow man,
and whispers amongst the thieves.

If there is no honor,
then the point will be to survive in anarchy,
groveling and scrounging in the night,
to feed the pains in our bellies,

In my eyes, I will **** to feed,
but there is others who will not allow it,
and the storyline will be "I will need to be fulfilled before you'
maybe I will commit another act of treason.

After the rapture, those who live will be wasted,
like it was since ever since,
there will be title fights for structure and hierarchy
but it will still be life after Armageddon.

What will hope do to mankind?

its remains to be seen.

thoughts of anarchy and rapture.

#anarchy #rapture #armageddeon

Vierra Feb 2017

Dreams from the middle of the Sea

There's a reverie that still haunts me,
and the capability to be free from it makes me pay a fee,
I have a son and he is healthy,
I have a job, but not wealthy,
I have no wife, which makes me a bachelor with a bloodline,
I have no family, which makes me feel fine.

I am a rolling stone in the shallows of the sea,
I am the shudders of air on a the wingtips of a bee,
I am not expecting you to carry my load,
I'll play the queen then fold.

I miss my fiancé to no end,
she is the one that of whom letters should be send,
she will never speak to me again,
she is a lady who is, now and again, foreign.

I miss the mountains of a different land,
from a country of which I am a fan,
I will see you again Ha'aheo,
for I have, for you, a kaheo.

This is the end of my dream,
of which I explained and deem,
worthy of your critique,
for I am doing this to release and not to be unique.

kaheo - a vision or beckoning
Ha'aheo - to be proud *used as a name*

#poem #pacificocean

Vierra Jan 2017

The Reaper's Grasps

My heartstrings are broken and you're taking out your dagger,
To insert slowly and forcefully, for it is what I deserve, to feel deaths grips upon your blade ever so gently because it does not lie.
Your eyes, cold and joyful to see my demise, will be the last I see because is my heart that you yearn for.

It is not yours to take but you do not hear my cries.
If it passes my breastbone I will cease to exist.
I need to think quick, to defend against the inevitable.

I will not let you take what is not yours.

FIGHT!!!

Why is it the ones we love that we hurt the most?

Death is forevermore.

Thoughts, just thoughts of mortality and ******.

#death #madness #reaper #heartstrings

Vierra Nov 2016

Sucker free.

So I saw you on that day,
For the last time.
'I don't think I love you no more,
You have caused me enough trouble'
Is what she has exclaimed.
For the hardest part of me
Has silently dissolved,
And now I have found myself
In wanting but it might be in vain,
For there is another who tickles my fancy.
Already steady, I listen closely to those who will
Conspire against me and I have decided to
Believe those ever painful words,
react with the neglectful tendencies of a hardened man, and leave them to their vices.
I do not and will not respond to empty threats
and premeditated hatred because they can not maintain their required responsibilities.

Is it sucker-free wednesdays yet?

Stream of consciousness