the poet

i’ve not seen the poet much recently
to see the poet again
to feel the poetry again
it’s poetic
as repetitiously unpoetic
as that is
have you seen your inner poet?

a tree once told me

eh, call me crazy
but every time i go look at
one tree
i think
self, try look da leaves
no look like dey waving
no remind you of one happy dog
waiting to say Hi

eh, call me crazy
but i smile at dat
i say hello word
i high-five da trees
i might even hug
(but no call me one hippy you buggah!)
eh, call me crazy
but i notice that wen i talk stories
wit da trees
dey talk back
da world no talk like us
nature talk different
but if you “listen”
you goin see

eh, call me crazy
but dat leave das falling on you
wen no moa wind and
your head stay high up your ass
just might be da tree saying
eh, howzit


I was checking my inbox
Get messages from the usual characters
For some reason
I decided for search for you
I found our smiles, our tears, our fists
I asked my heart
Should I save this
My heart wen tell me
All that matters you take with you
No need re-hash the rest
My inbox became
The trash in my email
As I acknowledged that part of us
For one last time

My fren,
ho brah,
she go tell me
she excited cause she
get to take one class from one activist
dat going help her with her research
I stoked for her

My fren
ho brah,
she go tell me
how she asked to sit in
she say she wen tell da activist
i know i’m white but…
da rest of da words
I hear um
but I not so stoked
it all kind of fades

ho brah,
I tell my fren
how come you had fo say dat
wen da activist is half-white
wasn’t even born in hawaii
not one keiki o ka aina…

ho brah
I used to tell people
how mad all dat make me
eh, I goin honor dat i neva goin like
da inequality of life
but I no need fill my heart with hate
get enough people lidat
no need me fo join dea crew

ho brah,
I going tell my kids
no let da ignorance
of others
of history
get in the way
of your dreams
of being you
cause das how
das wot’s important
it no mattah what color you
no mattah wea you stay from
no mattah how many times
people tell you oddawise
just know
wot mattah stay insai


So on Monday, I read in the Star Bulletin that the Advertiser writers were striking from posting blogs until a new discussion comes up in their labor agreement. I find this small kine funny.

As a writer who dreams of getting paid to write, I can empathize so some degree. But since when did blogging become something serious. Don’t get me wrong, I love to blog, but weren’t people trying to argue bloggers weren’t real journalists and so on?

It’s quite amazing how our world functions. What once would have floated like a lead ballon now is the golden ticket?

Chee huu to you Advertiser writers! Good luck.




I have found
that the flow has
somewhat come to a halt
through neither your
or my
or anyone’s fault
the time to write
it comes and goes
the time to do anything really
it all comes and it goes
the years have taught
what in a few months i’ve come to see
a world of experience
the conversation of moments
the this
the that
i don’t know where i’m at
with this writing
so ta ta
for now
as the flow as come to a halt
can’t you see
i went from 1,2,3
to A, B, and D
from numbers to letters
I even forgot the C
Now don’t you see?
The flow has come to a halt
and for once I’ll let that be

By Request: Thoughts on Absolute Truth

4. free from restriction or limitation; not limited in any way: absolute command; absolute freedom.

Too many definitions and none of which I FEEL(my own truth if you will) are pertinent to the discussion and I like Wikipedia’s opening paragraph on truth so you can read that:

“The meaning of the word truth extends from honesty, good faith, and sincerity in general, to agreement with fact or reality in particular.[1] The term has no single definition about which a majority of professional philosophers and scholars agree. Various theories of truth continue to be debated. There are differing claims on such questions as what constitutes truth; how to define and identify truth; the roles that revealed and acquired knowledge play; and whether truth is subjective, relative, objective, or absolute. This article introduces the various perspectives and claims, both today and throughout history.”

What is absolute truth?

Since the word truth has “no single definition about which a majority of professional etc. agree” and since the absolute definition I like is free from restriction, don’t you think that it can be anything and everything, all or nothing?

For me my truth has evolved over the years. I long felt that I had to do this, this and that a certain way so at first it was school. School didn’t give me much in terms of finding an absolute truth as when in reality it doesn’t so much matter how I did it, as the lessons have been taught in a variety of fashions and in venues other than school. Good-character and “success”(I find good-character far more worthwhile) has been cultivated around the world.

Then what. Work. No. Money. Ha, go worship money and you’ll find yourself broke or miserable or both. Love. Ever notice how once the honeymoon period is over the flame cools and then you find yourself looking at someone who you don’t even know who they are or what they are about.

Answer JMAW. An answer. I’m going with my truth which is to recount and share my own “false idols” if you will. Bare with me. I’m a spiritual traveler/poet/doodler/aspiring t-shirt mogul. I’m painting a grand picture for you.

There is no complete answer that will suffice other than go within. See what is going on. What is your soul really telling you? I doubt it’s telling rappers to get that extra blue diamond grill for 30 g’s or get bigger implants or whatever random randomness you can come up with.

In my opinion, it is that peaceful feeling you get in the backyard your backyard filled with plants like a rain forest, that feeling you get holding your dog and (s)he looks at you with unconditional love, that genuine smile that some people have that beams from their heart, that floating in the palm of the ocean’s hand with your eyes closed, that (fili in the blank). I suppose it’s those moments where words really do no justice and all you can do is feel.

That to me is absolute: not limited in any way. That to me is truth: cannot be described or agreed upon. That is the subject of the picture, everything else, well it’s important enough, but merely a backdrop when you take in the entire masterpiece.