Do You Know The Way to Hanalei

The road ends here

A terminus...maybe a pit stop to the rest of the world

From here you are definitively not lost

You can look around and find your way... see  you are apart of a green life

Prehistoric and lifted from the bottom blue,

Out of volcanic fissures from a time when to earth was born

A kaleidescope of light and color will change your mind, your direction and leave you here and now

You know your way.

Conspire

The breath of the whole damn world comes through me

...and you

And all the motion of the world moves me

...and you

I see the moment of all the time added up through the sum of my life

...and yours

I and you is distant and immense

...the difference, the argument

Together we stand still with no place to go but here

To breathe the last breath of the world

...and conspire

My Tribe

I found my tribe today


It was random and musical

They reminded me of who I am...all weird and sensative and shit

I found a song I really liked and they sang it for me

I wrote it myself

I just don't remember when

They told me not to worry, it doesn't matter

It just doesn't matter

The melody is in every ear and heart

The words...well, they can be substituted

Like all the members of my tribe

Carry on

The A-Frame upon the hill stands purple on green

Lit frosting

A thump repeats from the inside

Deep fried

I count the days of my plan

I won't let down my clan

Fewer of us take the time to watch the children

We stand in line , dig ditches to fill in

Why do I do what's unnatural

The spiritual life remains the factual

I turn alone upon the face of hypocrisy

Stare it down to reveal the empty democracy

I eat what's fucking good for me

Drink the water that sets me free

I carry the handle of axes

Break down and pay taxes

For what?

For what do I pay my dues?

To see it spent so that others will lose

Fuck this slavery...this mirage

Trying to pay for my two car garage

Cable TV, cell phone and college tuition

Wringing my hands to watch it come into fruition

Run my son...take the money and run

Live simply and keep walking into the sun

Don't buy the ring, the shiny things

Always love and seek it

Reap it!

Give and take only what you need

...and with the leftovers plant the seed

If I was to sail into the sun and off the horizon to fall

Would the world be flat?

If I grabbed for the edge of life

Would my end be near?

Maybe the hand that feeds exists to capture those who venture

Would the fear of letting go be less?

Maybe the lonely are really part of the crowd

And the fulfilled are home in their hearts and hands to feed others.

Moths

A twilight reflection slowly revealed a moth...or maybe a moment

Fluttering and looking to escape

A soul caught in a cloudy nightlight window

Maybe a breakup from the outside world is what it needs

A heartless cold weather world of rain, wind and sun

...oh yes, the sun

The light of the sunset and rise of the dead

I understand you now

I will break that window for you and bleed

Bleed light and dreams

An ocean of possibilities

Leaving a world confined