Bird Symphony

The chirping choir
Is peace
To be heard

Oft-disregarded
Is its sparkling harmony
As we lose our senses to the
Noisy raucous of our minds

Strive to hear the bird song
Throughout your day
But if you miss ’em
Or the thought decibel
Deafens

Just tune in at the Rising
And the Setting of the Sun
For it is at these times
The Bird Symphony performs
In its full range of
Beautiful Melodies

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The Rain Balance

Manoa
Mist
Lightly
Gentle
Blessing
No blink
Cause you goin miss
Its beauty

Hilo
Rain
Hard
Abrasive
Persistent
Blessing
No can miss
Its power

Opposites
Each stay one part of me
Blendin’ fo balance
Everytime get rain
I look up
And go smile
Thinkin’ of each

Try Look Inside

The Swell Flows Within

Bra, the swells out there
Try look um
Dey would say
Or, it’s coming

I wen watch fo um
Try fo see, yeah,
But I was always off
Or da wave wen crumble early

Den dis one time I got dirty lickings
And da waves was manini
I wen tink
So shame, Dis not fo me

But I wen keep looking out there, uh
At da horizon
Thinking I no ca see da waves
But watch, one day is going to be da day

Wen really
I was riding
Wit
Da the wave

Before I eva knew
How fo swim
And I eva knew
What wave fo catch

To think
I thought I needed one killah board
Or that I was da only local
Dat neva belong in da ocean

Wen really
I was meant to look inside
To see
What was always there

To see dat all along
I was paddling,
Neva even need one board
Catchin wave afta wave

Livin inside da swell
One with da universe
Da swell flows within, bra,
And lives in all kine creation

Mahalo ke Akua

Mahalo ia`oe Lili`uokalani

Mahalo ia `oe Lili`uokalani

Your vision of Aloha
For your home
For all people
Remains alive

Though to some the sovereignty of a Kingdom,
The birthright of all Hawaiian people has been forgotten
And to many, the truth has never been known

To others, it has been trampled by
The rape of a culture
Ignorance of discrimination
The pain is all too real
The Mana drifts out with the tide
Leaving us with more the essence
Rather than the entirety
Of Aloha

A Kingdom stolen,
Independence
Yearning to be being restored
A People torn apart
Forgetting the Hawaiians that
You knew, you loved,
You served with your guidance

Great Queen, your dream was one
Not far from that of a man named King
You saw people of all denominations
You loved and accepted all
Imagine, the whole world as Hawaiian

We will never know
How much this, Hawai`i, meant to you
We will never know the pain
The suffering, the torture
That you were forced to endure
At the hands of greedy narrow-minds

Let colonial historians paint the knock off of reality
As they want
Many know
That you allowed the coup to be bloodless
A cowardly revolt that would have been easily dismissed
Had you chosen to do so

But you chose to act pono
Avoid action that could lead to further consequence
Even though you would never see your efforts come to fruition
Truly noble
Truly a Queen

Your wisdom, your vision, your Aloha
Allow for a Kingdom thought lost,
But really stolen
To some day be restored

In losing what was yours
You fought with hope for it to be ours, your children

Your vision
In which you lived Aloha
Will remain always
For your home
For your people
For Hawaii
Through all time
Mahalo ia`oe Lili`uokalani

Life will continue with each new breath

Home

“Where you from?” is one question we get asked choke times throughout our lives? In Hawaii, that question is either preceded by or followed immediately with “Wot school you went?”

To me, home stay inside. It’s always with me.

My home in the macro sense is Hawai`i, as it’s all I’ve ever known. More importantly, I love Hawai`i. There’s been time where some people never show me love that most locals get because the pigment of my skin is a shade lighter then what we associate with Hawai`i, and as much as that fucked with my head, I was the one that let it. And sadly, I did the same thing, to others who even more so weren’t from here. I wouldn’t change any of that experience because it’s help me to appreciate and understand my essence even more so.

Home in a more micro sense is Hilo. “Hilo’s just a rainy old town, at night I listen to the rain… fall.” I lived Oahu longer than I lived in Hilo but no matter because Hilo gave me it’s calm. There were times I couldn’t wait to leave because when I was more young I had my head stuck up my ass and couldn’t see the world, was always in one rush for do something rather than enjoy where I was. As soon as I left though, I knew that I missed it, that I love it. Every time, no matter the length, going home for me is blessed.

Home in totality for me is the laid back Hilo calm borderline neutrality that no matter where you go and what you face it’s always there to see you through to the end. And, you still get a little kolohe/focka wot kine passion that stirs it up every now and then.

No matter where my journey takes me, whether it be Hawai`i or far away, Hilo is with me, Hawai`i is with me and because of that and so long I neva forget home, paradise, Aloha, is shared with the world.

Small Kine Stories- Da Sand Bah

Ho cuz, when me and my cousins was small keeds, befo I wen move
Hilo, my unco had one boat named afta my Aunty Colly, yeah.  No it wasn’t da Aunty Colly was da Kalina.  Das in Hawaiian.  Eh, shaddup, I telling one story… 

Anyway every weekend, was so fun, well wen neva had rain, we’d go sand bah out
Kaneohe side.  Was da best kine ocean picnic eva:  fried chicken, tuna sandwiches, frozen kine juice drinks in da box o da pouch wit da manini-make-um-shoot all ova da place straw.  Choke memories brah.

Dat was the first time I can remembah takin’ one numba two not in da toilet o in my pants, eh focka, you know wot I mean, I was one small keed and sometimes no could hold um.  No make like neva wen happen to you.  Eh, wotteva…  Whea was I, oh yeah first time I got to wea one life jacket, get da kine burn in da throat cause you jus wen swallow too much watah cause all da adults stay drinkin’ and decide fo play catch wit da keeds cause no moa one ball cause someone wen forget, o at least das how dey tell um, and stay inside da watah so no hurt or sometin lidat.  Stay mess up uh dat kine?

But nah, was full on mean.  Whea else you could go to one all sand beach wit no moa buildings and only da ocean around you?  Unless had da kine da tide way too high days and da sand bah no stay.  Was still dea unda watah but was like goin da shallow part at da beach. 

Nostalgias, bulley!  I tellin’ you.  Nostalgias!  If I eva get keeds, guarans goin have to take um dea, even if I no live dat side or I move back Hilo or wheaeva.  Goin’ be solid and dey goin love um.  Ha, unless we fo’get one beach ball…

Small Kine Stories- Wot!

Da singlest most deadly word in all of modern day
Hawai`i… “Wot!”  No laugh, I stay serious.  You no can argue dat choke fights wen start cause of somebody was giving one odda person stink eye and den said,  “Wot!” probably followed by odda choice explicit kine words.  I bet you wen Kamehameha was one keed, some buggah wen say wot to him.  And brah, da King neva forgot.  He jus wen go right back and give all da islands one big “Wot!” cause he was all piss off.  Kay maybe das goin’ too far…. Eh, no look at me lidat.  Huh, you fricka?  Wot!