Commentary 01-Talk Pidgin

What we know as pidgin in Hawaii is a way of speaking that many consider to be “broken” or “poor” English. This could not be farther from the truth. Pidgin is actually a Creole and is known as Hawaii Creole English. While it may share some features of the English language, it is separate and has distinct linguistic characteristics unto itself. Part of the reason pidgin is a “birthright” in Hawaii, is because it represents a way in which people of all ethnic backgrounds and origins found a means to bridge the cultural gap to communicate.

Pretty ignorant and unprofessional, huh? I mean, why would it matter for people to communicate with one another in a diverse environment. Why not just stay the same or even better, make other people communicate the way they did? Obviously, that’s the more logical choice. It was for the colonizers who came here and saw a culture that was foreign and obscene, I mean, c’mon the Hawaiians didn’t wear cloths, certainly not in the missionary style of fashion, that’s for sure.

I used to resent American culture. Hear me out before jumping the gun on “Hawaii is a part of America”. Yes, Hawaii is a part of America, illegally, but I am digressing. The reason I resented American culture is because there is a wonderful and unique way of life here in Hawaii that has always been throughout time. A problem other people have with us that I’ve heard time and time again is that it’s too slow here. I think what we end up with here is people who don’t know how to be. We have all this rich history and there is so much to be proud of yet, for generations it’s been suppressed. It began with people coming here and telling the Hawaiians don’t practice this belief and it continues today with people saying things like don’t talk pidgin.

Here’s a Joe Moore for you:
Did you know? Iolani Palace had electricity before the White House and Buckingham Palace.

Pretty ignorant, uh? I mean how could someone who didn’t speak English as first language do something before the two most populous English-speaking nations at the time? Perhaps, because it didn’t matter what he spoke or how he spoke but more about what he did. Just a thought…

Here we are kids, generations of people, who didn’t choose to be born here but were, who love it, and are told time and time again, this isn’t the way. But this is my way… This is the way of the children of yesterday, today, and tomorrow. It’s how it is here just as it is how it is there in other places. We aren’t trying to change. Other people are trying to change us. Yeah, Hawaii is not the mainland. And? Let the mainland be the mainland and so on. We can still co-exist because what makes is different is not as important as what makes us the same.

Am I American? Sure. Am I a hamster? Sure why not? Because some people probably see me running on a wheel going nowhere? Am I… it doesn’t even matter? What does it matter to categorize and box us as people? Break it all apart and we just are people, break it apart further and we’re organic tissue, even more and we’re just energy. So why do we continue to tear one another apart through differences or beliefs that hold one thing greater than the next? It’s time we pick each other up, find what makes us the same, and realize there is more than one way, different vehicles, to go from point A to point B.

Pidgin, the birthright, one that is open to anyone born anywhere, because that was the dream of the Kingdom, a place where anyone, no matter the race, could come and live, just be.

Watch the walls come crashing down in the years to come. Deny it as much as you want. Stay far away. Go read a book. Knit a sweater. Do your thing. Because people are going to find more ways come together. The old school locals did it with pidgin. Just a matter of time before people get it together on a more macro level and continue to bridge the gap.



Talk Pidgin

Dey say:
No talk lidat
Cause make you sound uneducated
No can get one good job
Not goin do nothin good
We say:
It’s our birthright


i used to look at trees growing somewhere by themselves
without any other trees around
and think that they were sad.
i felt such sorrow
as i gazed upon these beings
without any other to keep them company.
how much greater must it be to live in the forest?
i have only begun to realize
that my inner beliefs
created a reflection of the world
that came with labels like being alone and sad.
i felt alone.
i was sad.
today i look at the tree in awe
it is alive.
it does not feel alone because it is connected with all.
for all i know, to any tree,
the world around it
is the forest
or even the tree itself

Commentary 00- Spirituality

A large reason why I write is because I wish to comment on the world condition and how I see it through my eyes and how I might offer ideas for change, happiness, evolution, etc. A huge reason I blog is because this allows me to do just that while further understanding my own self. I have offered a few pieces in the past, the very start of this site and feel an urge to do so again. So let it begin…

My Recent Posts
There is a certain tone to much of the writing I have done recently as I have been focused on eliminating previous notions I’ve held because of societal and cultural subjugation of the collective mind. That and I have dove into my spiritual quest with great vigor.

Writing is a tremendous experience and it really does no justice to spirituality. Once spirituality is defined or labeled in a such a way, it is then packaged without everything else that makes up the “universal onness of the being that is”. LOL. That is the best way I can make it as broad without doing as much injustice as some other packagings I’ve seen.

At any rate, I strive to communicate as best as I can my observations and welcome any other observations as I think the goal is to become a “conscientious observer” of life. I thought of that phrase sometime after the last election as in all honesty, I was really in the middle. I have found myself accused of neutrality and indifference time and time again and in that process. It was then, I came to the conclusion, that in life, it was necessary

In Hawaii Creole or Pidgin as we lovingly call it here, there is a term: Shoots. It is the end all and be all of words. Bernie Mac spoke of how Motha****er was a versatile word. I offer “Shoots” to be just as versatile. It is the greatest closing in my opinion and I’ve been tickled each time someone new to the word incorporates it. Especially in the right context.

Life is in our favor Brothers and Sisters.



We are all flies
Born from shit
Only trying to survive
How little we know
When our truth is more like that of the caterpillar
With the potential to develop the spiritual cocoon
Transcending the crawling that we know of life
To fly beautifully

Spiritual Journey

Spiritual journey
Rebel on a Quest
Used to think I could never rest
Would often second-guess
Every move I made
It weighed heavy on my chest
Little did I know
That this journey of towards true existence
Needed that to start the quest
To prepare me for all that lies ahead
Cause I tell you one thing
I know this ends when I’m dead
On one level
So I best make the most of my physical being
Alive and start seeing
Allowing me to strive
On and on, on and on, on and on and…
Until the sojourn has been completed
My life never cheated my essence
Of the adventure in its totality
The ups, the downs,
All smiles, some frowns
Cause it’s all for the eternal soul
So roll on to the next dimension
As the ascenscion continues
Believe and love,
The message He gives you


I wander
I go
Where I go
I find whatever is next
Is what’s next
As I have wandered
My feelings
Have melted away
So all that is left
Is the experience
Of Wandering