eh boy
get ova hea
how many times
i gotta tell you
no climb up dat tree
bumbye you fall down
dese keeds
i tell you
no can be lidat
but eh
das how
wen you stay young
stay on top’a’da world
can do any kine
it’s all good
i remembah wen
i was one keed
had choke dreams
wanted fo be one fireman
cause it’s like the most cherriest job
full-time hours, part-time style
work like ten days a month
c’mon, who can beat dat
and den wit my free time
i could write one tv series
set in hawaii
be real local style
not da kine birds of paradise of wotevas
how mean would dat be?
solid, i know
but eh
i wen miss da test fo be one fireman
no come around too often eitha,
well wen you young
3 years is one long time
i neva wen try again
got one good government job anyway
sometimes i feel like i wen geev up da dream
but eh
get choke good firemen out dea
and maybe one day
some one will make one series about Hawaii
da real kine
eh boy!
wot i wen tell you
no do dat
wot if you fall?
moa better you cruis’em
no chance ’em

Commentary 0WTF- “You know you’re a haole right!”

I had an interesting experience recently while perusing a shop at Ala Moana. True story. This is mine. Ha. I always wanted to write something lidat. Kay, now read on.

A young man, I would guess he’s in his mid-twenties, was explaining to some people why they were haoles and what the word “haole” means. Let’s just call him “Dude”. So “Dude” was from another country and I’ll leave out which one but it is worth mentioning for what you’ll read shortly. Basically he was telling these people, who were from the continent (doesn’t that have a better ring than mainland) that they were haole, he was just a foreigner, and that there were two kinds of haoles: “those from the mainland” and “local haoles” and that both were different. At least he got that latter portion right… He then reiterated why he was not haole; he was just a foreigner, etc.

So there I am, JMAW, observing, wondering if I should drop prophetic pidgin on “Dude” considering his mis-education of the continent dwellers. But eh, I neva like cause I had gone in there in the first place to speak with the young woman working there because we had earlier conversation had been cut short. And she had sparkling eyes. So, I’m just chilling looking at trinkets and things when said beautiful woman then asks me if what “Dude” was saying was true.

Dun dun dun!

There you have it. The scene is set. Let’s pretend we’re watching UFC and take a look at “the tale of the tape.”

In the red corner, wearing the oblivious trunks, Random “Dude” and in the blue corner, with 100% Local, Protect Pidgin, and Shoots etched across his being, love for Hawaii emanating from his very essence, JMAW, hapa, with ancestry that dates back to the Kingdom, no Hawaiian blood but descendants of Hawaiian nationals.

There you have it. The tale of the tape. Continuing with UFC, “Who will win this war of attrition?”

Deep inside my inner moke was waiting to be engaged because I came out swinging with historical verbals about Captain Cook and his peeps arriving and because of how they looked, pasty and wiggy (what? they were powdered and wore wigs, laugh if anything), the Hawaiians thought that these were not men and haole was used to described them because it meant “no breath”. He tried to cut me down and say I was wrong but his logic didn’t add up and beautiful sparkling eyed wahine had my back. He ended up conceding in some way that he had heard that story but his story was true as well and he lived in Waianae and Makaha and his current roommate was a Hawaiian and that he loved Polynesians and yeah. Long story short.

After all was said and done and he told us a story about why he didn’t like the “N” word that crops up in rap music because of it had represented a slur and negative history, somewhat similar to the origin story of haole. He then said to me: “You know you’re a haole right!”

At times, it’s bad enough when local people call me haole because it’s a constant reminder of the people who think of it with disdain. I grew up with that shit like I had some stench coming off of me. I had the experience once of being called a haole by one of my former staff, himself a continent dweller. My local staff explained everything to him. He recanted.

But being called a haole by someone not even from here. On some level, unacceptable, crazy, inane. I don’t know. I think dat equals one false crack or something along those kine lines. Help me out here and explain how that should feel because…

I just took it with a smile. He didn’t know. And if he did know that it could be a slur and used it anyway, what does that matter? None of us know what it’s like for another. He was just trying to fit in, wow the crowd maybe. Who knows? I don’t and quite frankly found it all comical on another level. I’ll just take this as a lesson to continue to just learn as much as I can.

Learn, baby, learn.




the best of me…
i’m yet to see.
when will it be?
perhaps never
is it forever?
always is
never was
a two way way mirror
one view blocks the truth
the other looks right through
to find
the world is mine
just as it belongs to you


I wake up in da morning
Givin thanks and praise
To God fo givin me
One moa day
I pray for forgiveness
Cause I wen sin
And will again and again
Not cause I’m filled with malice
Cause I trying fo balance
All dat’s within
I ask to be
Taken to anotha level
One greater than dis
I won’t say better
Cause in the end
I realize
Through You
Is already good


Fo so long
I been away
On dis journey uh
Fo try and discover
Who I am
Where I stay go
Or go stay
Despite my actions
My seemingly irrational kine behavior
I hope you know
Ohana is one of my main values
I get guilty kine feelings
Like I no call enough
Or I neva been home long time
Is nothing personal
I neva forget
You, my ohana, is always with me
Forever one huge part
Of all I am
I not goin’ forget
I jus wanted fo put dat out there
Ohana, my ohana, means so much
Sometimes words is just dat words
Dese words is moa
And I no even know
If I can eva show
How much you even mean
I guess I jus
Gotta keep prayin’
Livin’, learnin’
And den one day
It’ll all be how it should
Cause even though
I no stay around
Or long time we neva talk stories
Everyting I trying fo do
Is because of
And for the future
So dat wot you wen give to me
We can share wit da rest of
Our ohana

Mahalo ke Akua

Drip Drop

Drip drop
Das da sound I hea every night
Da kine dat symbolizes
No mattah if no moa rain
Brah, I bet I could be in one desert
I still can hea
No is more, means more
I can feel
Cause is one blessing
So no mattah was goin on
I think of dat sound
Drip drop
Is funny cause
I wen spend such a long time away
But dat sound
Drip Drop
Always brings me back
So much so
Dat now
Home is everywea


Sometimes uh
We all slip
And as much as
I no like fall down
It’s good uh
Small kine remindah
Dat I still goin grow some moa
You know is true dat we are
Our own worse critics

Sometimes uh
Kinda trips me out
How I hard I am on myself
Is like one fire stay burining
Deep insai
Dat fire is like love,
Like, Brah, I don’t even know
How fo describe…
Is just there
And as much as it drives me
It burns me too, uh
You know was even moa crazy
Is that fire stay there too
Even wen I like give up
Call’um quits
And just be
It’s dat fire
Dat picks me right back up
Gets me back on da path

Sometimes uh
It’s everything