Too many words to write
Written in haste just to taste
The victory of doneness
However dry and without flavor
And yet with a goal to savor
Is it really worth posting
Without the slow roasting
Of an idea half-baked
And feeling of full faked
Just for a participation trophy?
Wind in my hair
Bright sunny day
Play me a song that will take me away.
Horizon so near
And yet so far
Making a wish on a far away star.
I leave nothing to this world but my words
Whose pages are fragile against hate
My designs laid bare in concrete
Ripped once before my eyes and before fashions change
The last flower of a line part Thomas and part Hites
No echoes of laughter, pain, or sorrow
A haunted empty hall
Words fading in the elements until all but sand remains.
Oh Nadaka:
We remember you all.
Dear Nadaka,
Can you hear our call?
Sweet Nadaka!
Spring, Summer or Fall.
We loved Nadaka,
But they sold you all.
These arms wide open,
Your trees are so tall.
WoHelo is open,
Our Camp Fire’s for all,
With eyes wide open!
We saw you fall.
Our hearts cut open,
But they sold you all.
But they sold you all
Bittersweet tears falling,
No one but me to see,
Gone are the summer days of youth,
Alive but in memory.
How I long to see you,
Under the sing ring tree,
We’ll laugh and play, the day away,
Relive our past and be:
Full of joy and sunshine,
A song loud in our hearts,
From dawn to dusk, and dawn again,
Struck starry eyed by charts.
Today we’ll hike the forest,
Taste the grass that sours,
Among the trees, follow the breeze,
Identifying flowers.
And the meadow calls us,
With ribbons in our hair,
Among the trees, follow the breeze,
A game of truth or dare.
One last loving stanza,
Inked here for all to see,
A gift for no one person but-
To Onahlee… For Onahleee! To Onahlee~
Within each moment
No matter how still you seem
One thousand noises!
Down by The Sandy,
Our story bgeins,
At Camp Namanu,
Where the sun bronzed our skins.
We played in the meadow,
I scuffed up my shins,
You kissed them all better,
Under Gemini twins.
A song entered my heart,
And it played out on strings,
Woven together,
Among fairies with wings.
“We’ll walk up a creek,”
Our leader she sings,
“Learn about all the forest,
The birds and the bee stings.”
We tie dyed our shirts,
Under all of those trees,
Ate PB&J,
Our laughter on the breeze.
Glowing embers at camp fires
And the week, it will end,
We’ll make all those memories
WoHeLo my friend
With ritual motion
I prepare for the days end
But tonight is different
While not goodbye, it is a
Goodnight and sweet dreams my love
Oh caterpillar
Without a care
in the world
Suspended from silk
Caught like a children’s day kite
Gliding on a
spring-time breeze