The Heffalumps and Woozles

Why oh why oh why
Got damn, Life’s got WE all confusal
The herd of heffalumps be lost
while we all bamboozled
by them woozles
Don’t matter if the suits a bad fit
or of the pants suit variety
These politicians just be trickin’
Each yeah another one busted
or ‘Retirin’
If my critique
of Poli-tricks
gets old
Ask yourself why
Who oh why oh why
Got damn the government closes,
Yet they still get paid
We can’t get universal health care
but they all, they all set
after just a single day
Whether you bleed blue or red, it’s all the same
They play the fucking game and we’re the ones
left without spare change
I’ve been sick, I’ve done tired, but none of that even matters
Whether my pen hits, the words in my books are lit, or I go in and out retirement
This cycle’s been going on since the dawn of power control but guess what,
That sh!t’s expired.
Pull date long best, clean the cupboard, empty your fridges, I’m ready to burn down the bridges of the past and hyperloop to brand new visions
It’s a new dawn, of a new day, not just words, not just words, but a sound so serene and true
Excuse me as I gift the sky, with uplifting dreams, drifting out anew

Next Message

The Zombies

They Callin’
They Callin’
They Updatin’
They Callin’
Pretend Ballin’
Fake Ice
These Kids
They trippin’
Balls Deep in
They Cell-u-lar Device
The Zombies
They Callin’
They Callin’
Stop, Drop,
Shut’em Down
Don’t skip my repeat
When it plays again thrice
The Zombies
They Callin’
They Callin’
(Turn Off Notifications?)


Old Man Drumpf had some chickens

Pee Eye Pee Eye Wooooo

And these chickens had opinions

Pee Eye Pee Eye Wooooo

Here a tweet, there a tweet

Every time Fox News, there goes a tweet

Pee Eye Pee Eye Wooooo

Closing Time – 2017

This year was far more real than last year.  Well, they both real, but ya know what I mean.  There were a few firsts that were pretty cool –

  • Poetry Slam – With Dante Basco no less!
  • Sold a painting – To my homie and long-time advocate of my work and I got asked to do more work by another friend!
  • Netflix and Chill – What? Don’t judge me. I didn’t own a TV for probably about 15 years and no cable, or internet, where I lived because yeah.
  • Hugs and more – Inhale

There were also some second servings –

  • Published my 11th book
  • Renewed my license to perform weddings in Hawaii (So much for retiring when that show was over)
  • Appointed to my second term on the Hawaii Community College Advisory Council for the Marketing Program

And more.

It was a full year and one I’m most grateful to have been gifted.  Our lives are not perfect, but there is always Light at the end of the tunnel.

Anyhow, as Life is Life, the show must go on.  It’s a much different ending to a year than last I had and I’m very stoked for this unfolding experience of learning and growing.  To more Love, Light, and Aloha in 2018!

Mahalo ke Akua!

Still Breathin’

The Demons in my head, haunt me with their dread, it starts in the morning, and follows me throughout until the bed

Is times like this I hate that my Ego clutches close – relentlessly

Vulnerable in the wind, these times within, I can’t breathe,  I can’t breathe

The world at large in turmoil, much like the chaos raging inside me

The Demons in my head, sometimes they get the worst of me

And the rest of me? The best of me? Lies dormant for me to see. But when The Darkness is at its Brightest, it takes a strong Light to cast a shade.

But the rest of the me, the best of me, I know it’s there cause you see, trouble is I forget, I let, so I can’t see, I can’t see

The Demons in my head, are just another flavor in the spectrum, gotta taste it all, cause Liberation through The Spirit is required, not elective

Ep. 2.11 – All of it

Fall Autumn Leaves on the Ground_preview

Right now, I feel all of it.


Maybe it’s been like that all the time because I’ve often meditated on Okay-Ness (my take on Mindfulness, let’s call it Contemporary Mindfulness, ha, how’s that for philosophy?) as being okay with the moment as it is, for that recognition allows us to see every feeling exists within each experience. With new Light in my Life I’m just being made more aware of how everything is present always.

It’s a bit like like walking into a garage in the dark of night.  You turn on the Light, and really see everything in there for the first time then… BOOM!  There’s the clothes you’re donating next to the unpacked box from college, and oh snap, those albums from childhood in the closet, a fixer-upper project in the corner, and well, a whole bunch of stuff from past seasons still there (in consciousness).

It’s been overwhelming me to be honest.

I’ve worked at cultivating my Life into being self-sufficient, relying on Faith, and surviving no matter what.  It’s not quite dancing like World Class Ballet, but it’s the what’s gotten me this far, which ain’t all that bad.  But, I’m being charged in this Season of Life to let go, to grow, to (gasp) really allow in (be careful what you wish for, I wished to be able to be vulnerable and sh!t…) and enjoy the walk with others.

That’s part of what’s compelled me to process stress, the factors, my capacity, what depletes, what fills and where I am in order to visualize consciously where to go forth.  Allowing myself to Love, to really be without Fear of feeling whatever I’m feeling recently showed me how much the current stress impacts me in ways I’m not fond of.

Each day, I’m slowly understanding more about where my place in the Journey is. And the joke is that right now, it’s kind of like what the f@ck because there’s a bit of really good going on in my Life too. But I’m sure the cosmic joke is always there.

That’s what I mean by feeling all of it; seeing the thin shroud of duality eroding. Subscriptions to even more constructs we’re conditioned to adapt to getting cancelled with each passing Season, not because we said so, but because if one honors the call to Love, and discovering the Fullness of that on the Journey, well that doesn’t mean frolic.

And it’s, it’s, it’s…

It just is.

Another catchphrase, #itjustis.

Acceptance, submission, such a core theme throughout my Journey.  If we cannot accept that Life is beyond our control, even the feelings that we feel when we feel them showing up to teach in the most unexpected of ways, well then there’s no point in Wading Through the Stream.

The ebb and flow of the Universal Waters of Consciousness, all lead, each step, each stumble, Home, to the Source.  Whether that’s God, Love, Ether, Nothingness, that’s not my call for your Journey.  And I’m deep as f*ck and this wading is taking me into a freestyle stroke pretty soon, so best I learn to swim else next Season will be J. Drowning in the Stream but that will never happen.

Cause while I learn and strive to thrive, I’ve no doubt, no matter what I face, I’ll survive.  Because that also what it means to walk home to Love through The Spirit. And the one set of Footprints in the Sands of Time are Divine after all.

And I’m okay with that.

This ends J. Wading Through the Stream, Season Two. We cried, we laughed, we swore , we poetry-d and as so many of my collections of writing conclude, on to the next one, for the  Adventure continues it would seem.

So there’s my AHA – Aloha Harder Moment – for this text.  It’s been fun. It’s sucked. Yet as we shared in Season One, sometimes you have to Embrace the Suck to Share the Stoke.

So FTG! BAM! Choke bishes (no don’t do that). Whatever. It’s all of it. Oh Muahaha.  Muaha-ha-ha. Or…