Kaui Calls to Me

Kaui Calls to Me

Come.

Come and rest your battered body on me,

My red will hold and keep you safe.

Come.

Come.

Come and exhale your grief into the wild,

My green will fill you and life will be once again.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Come and wash your ears in the surf,

My blue wipes out deafness and the heart is heard.

Come.

Turtle Mountain Body

Turtle Mountain Body

Potatos to mash

Shoulders rolled

Chest sunken,

Just give me three more hours…

Chips to fry

Cracked back

hands burned,

Shhhhh...

Sushi to roll

Leg swelled

Ankle doubled,

Shhhhh...

Just three more hours…

Dough to cookie

Shin numbed

Leg asleep,

Turtle Mountain Body

 Just give me three more hours,

 Just three more hours

Please!

Shhhhh...

Half Can Chan

Half Can Chan

Body moves  

in the midst

"Just love me,”

cried the Pancake.

Mind expands

in the midst

"Don't hurt me,"

the Empanadas pleaded.

Heart centered

in the midst

"Don't boss me!"

the Cake snooted.

Lungs grounded

in the midst

"Get to work!"

the Soup alarms.

Wall less heart  

in the midst

"See! You can't do without me,"

the Vegetables insisted.

Mountain strong

in the midst

"This sucks."

the Cookie protested

Joy unwavers

in the midst

 "I don't wanna!"

the salad bolted  

Half Can,

doing Chan,

in the midst,  

body moves .

Wobbles in Discontent

Wobbles in Discontent

This face I have seen all my life,

turns to the side

The rice bowl wobbles in his aging frail hand,

slammed onto the table

A Berlin Wall of disapproval ,

rising in between

This face I have seen all my life,

Who is this stranger?

This familiar place I have gown up in,

Where are we?

The Spider Who Costumed in Prince Charming, an Unfairytale Ending

The spider who costumed in Prince Charming, an unfairytale ending

Their bodies contorted,
twisted in entanglement,
hearts pounded

As the spider flashes honey to the ladybug,
lustfully she climbs onto the web,
passionately he promises her honey

For her honey,
Willingly she gives and gives her all
away
Greedily he takes and takes her life
away

The Philanthropist and the Poor

The philanthropist corrupted the Poor 

He kicks a chair with force
Thrusting at her

She blushes
Nervously aroused in reception

Calling it foreplay ,
He gives

He pushes to the ground with violence
Down at her

She giggles
Titillated in reception

Calling it love,
He spares

The philanthropist corrupted the Poor

Doesn’t Anymore

Doesn’t

It does not matter
The distance grows

Our paths can cross

And it does not matter

Anymore

To, Not

To, Not

Hate is a passion

Just as love

Hate turns to love

As
Love turns to hate

I am

neither passionate
Nor dispassionate
Of You

You are

not
the bright sun
I revolve around

Nor

are You
the black hole
I spin in

Unlocking

There is

No you who needs to be advised

No me who has to advise

No you who needs to be told it how it is
No me who has to tell it how it is

No you who needs to be saved

No me who has to save

There is
No you who has to be heard
No me who needs to hear

No you who has to be seen

No me who needs to see

No you who has to be changed

No me who needs to change you

Round and Round

In every darkness,
buried a lie,
hiding in pain.

In shame,
denial stirs confusion,
enslaves affliction. 

Round and round
spinning like a broken clock,
stuck in time. 

This Could Be a Song if Only it Metered

There are days
when I want to move and leap forward in light years or even just crawl forward one step,
I feel as if my legs are sinking in quick sand.

There are days
when I try to climb up,
I feel as if my arms are struggling in thick mud.

There are days
when I try to fly,
I feel as if my wings are wet and caught in sticky webbing. 

In every thought,
in every heart beat,
in every breath,
in every moment,
I have the freedom to choose,
to give up
or press on.