This’ll never be New York City nor any other city than the place all who live outside the city, in their towns, all those ‘townies’, them homies who call this place ‘Town’…
All my Life, it’s been me and you. Sure I lived in Hilo, Dear, but my Heart was here, that was surely clear. Why you might ask? Well that’s quite easy. Sit back, relax, and let me wax poet-like, as I channel my Inner Weezy.
I was born here ya know? Way back when before there were cell phones who got smart and before pagers even. I think when I was born 8 Tracks were still around though I couldn’t tell ya because at that time, I was only just born.
I was born before both Bush I & II were in office, before Clinton & Monica did their ‘dance’ and way back before anyone dreamed a President could be from Honolulu!
“I could see Diamond Head all the way from Aliamanu” Dad told me once, then twice, and perhaps he’ll say it again as some times in Life, the best things, like ‘I Love You’ are said time and time again.
The first time it didn’t resonate. The second time it shook away the cobwebs. He can say the third but I already know that this ‘Town’ is crying as she is transformed to a city from so long ago a swamp.
Whether those tears are of joy or misery or both isn’t up for me to decide. I hear the sounds as drills pound hard into the land, as the cars race on by, and just as time flies upon its wings of Illusion.
Honolulu has been hurting for, to, and because of change ever since she was born from the fiery underbelly of this Earth. I was born here you know? Oh that’s right, I’ve said that once, maybe twice now before, and that’s right, thrice and on and on, and more.
I’ve felt the pain that lives in the Ether through all of my existence. I’ve heard the sorrow upon the wind. But you know, even though the City she is now sheds her ‘Townie’ skin, and changes her dress all the while putting up the good fight of the beauty that comes with that change, I hear what occupies her, the True beats of Nature, that give Life to Life, now see here…
The birds, those glorious birds, as they stir the first sounds each morn, their beautiful songs singing before any cars race, before any machines pound their new developments into place, before all that fuss that gives the city its’ anguishing cries.
The laughter of the palm leaves as they swing as the wind flows on by. And if it’s really calm, you know what I hear? I can hear the waves as they crash upon not so distant shore here, each and every night.
I was born in this city but you already knew that. I can’t say if I’ll die here, if I’ll remain with her but I can tell you just as she has changed, the same as pagers were replaced with cellular phones that then became smart phones, and let’s not even get into computers, little me-oh-my how I’ve changed as well.
I’ve shed many a tear or two or three beyond I lost count at how many damn tears I’ve cried! Their salt water washing my Soul just as the Soul of Honolulu, this beautiful city, known as ‘Town’ by those ‘townies’ who live in their towns, call her, has that ocean I just spoke of to wash her near by, the same as the skyscrapers continue to grow a la Babel and keep on keepin’ on to try and touch the sky.
We aren’t Kanye and Hawaii never intended this so he can touch the sky and a Kardashian while he’s at it.
I can only think, as I stop to blink, that Trust in all this Life, even if it’s but a wink, that God gives in each and every moment, as I live this Life, as I love this place called ‘Town,’ who one of these days I’ll surely leave, but it’s cool because I was born here you know. I had to leave here already but my Heart, She, this, has never left me!
But you knew that because I’ve been telling you in the free form of the this rhyme, from untimely verse to verse this whole damn time.
I was born here and as it changes, as I change, she, Honolulu, and I, are forever bound, and we’re taking Aloha with us as we go, from here in ‘Town’ to all the world around.
And for now, I’ll bring this piece to a close. Because it’s about Closing Time for me and Honolulu, perhaps that’s why she cries…
Years ago, I’d write, and I’d write, and I’d write, and I’d write, and I’d write, and I’d write, and I’d write, and I’d write, and I’d write.
You could say I wrote quit a bit…
These days, I write, and I write, and I write, a whole lot more.
Poetry, it comes and flows like the wind but when it rains it really pours there so it is still a fulfilling outlet. The commentary is now far and between but it’s better, clearer, perhaps because each day I learn a bit more about my place here under the Sun.
The imaginative ideas haven’t moved and that’s pretty consistent as they’ve been over the year. When I’m super moved, I write it out, put it away and it’s there, ready to be dusted off when the time is right.
The majority of my writing now occurs in the professional setting. There are moments where I crank out a long email, look back and find no typos, and laugh because a typo filled piece is right around the corner. In other instances, I trip at the detailed letters I produce in a short period of time and openly wonder if I’m wasting my energy, my poetry, my breath.
Such is the Journey. Regardless, you best believe that every damn day, I’m showing up, hustlin’, working hard, and growing. In the end, that’s what matter because is Life not about doing the best that you can each day?
It’s the Fall, that ‘bloody’ time of year, where Death pours in so that new Life may blossom and the perpetual cycle of growth may endure.
My Teacher told me awhile back that this time of year is the “ratchety times” where what needs cleaning in your consciousness will come to the surface from the subconscious.
If Spring is for cleaning what is around us in our homes, offices, and the external spaces where we dwell, then the Fall is for tidying up what lies within.
Growing up in Hawaii, it’s easy to forget that there are four seasons. I couldn’t tell you the last time I experienced weather in the 50s in Honolulu, where at this point, I’ve spent most of my Life.
Our weather is like a year-round Spring & Summer here but that doesn’t mean we aren’t impacted by the changes in the Seasons.
In observing myself and those around me, I can see Fall going on all around. I need to remind myself that it’s all a part of the process of Being, Breathing, and Believing.
Long ago, I fought writing. Over time, I’ve embraced it. Now I know how much I need it. Writing is my creative outlet, my vacuum, and at times my toilet.
It’s where I bring new life, tidy up, and release that which no longer serves.
I wonder at times what propelled me to where I am on the Path with the tools such as Writing as opposed to painting (which I do sporadically) or music (that I love but would never dare to call myself a musician)?
At this stage in my Life, I’ve written way more than 10,000 hours. As much as I’ve been a Jack-of-all-trades and master of none, writing has surpassed that so-called Master by default of 10,000 hours, and yet, it’s not quite enough.
Perhaps it never shall be. It won’t be at least until the work is done.
When the work, whatever spiritual purpose I have here in discovering and the healing that comes with it, is done, only then shall my role be written out of the script.
This stroke on the grand canvas of Creation shall have reached its conclusion.
So thank you Fall, Bloody Fall. You’ve given me more to reflect upon, shown me both how far I’ve gone and how much more I have to grow. I can’t say I always agree or am ecstatic, but when I am, it’s pretty bleeping cool.
When those Walls we’ve built upon false beliefs crumble, it is time for rejoice, for it means that we now have the opportunity to create fresh, to manifest a new…
For without solid ground, we could never hope to endure Life and all its dynamically beautiful complexities. Enjoy the cycle of construction through destruction when it appears in your Path, for renewal always
This post was inspired by #WednesdayWishes, became #ThrowbackThursday, and now is finally get published on #FlashbackFriday. Here’s why…
On this day in 2012, the final version of my manuscript was due! But I actually turned in what would go on to be published as my first book, Adventures in Urban Mysticism AUM Vol. 1 : Rebirth, a few days earlier, and it would be released in November of that year.
If I only knew then what I now know (or don’t know or something) b/c Life’s events just keep reminding me that Death & Rebirth are constant themes in our lives as we learn more about/how to Love in the time we are given on this plane of existence.
I didn’t write that book for the money. I wrote it bc for as long as I can recall, I have felt this burning urge from within my Soul to express.
That first book was a first step.
Funny thing about firsts, though often not lasts for many of us, there is really only one first, and that’s pretty cool no matter how flawed that first may be.
Five books published in total later, each time I undertake the process, I learn a little more about #Life, #Death, & #Love.
On Sept. 21 of 2012, I uploaded the manuscript files and on that date of this here in 2014, I received my first physical royalty check.
Writers! Tell me, do you agree that #TheStruggleIsReal!?!?
Nah, just like how Bruno Mars sang about “being a billionaire so fricking bad,” I will just visualize 6 or 7 zeroes attached to future checks, and give thanks & praise either way, any which way.
Anything is possible, back in small kid time, I never dreamed I would be an Author among all the other glorious endeavors I have experienced. Just like #AUM was my first book and I appreciate it so much, I appreciate this check just as well. Who knows what shall come and dreams are free…
Right on, write forth I shall because the learning is #priceless! Watch for #TheDarkMeeting and #DropTheMic coming out in the next few months!