Predawn my favorite time of day a time where stillness reigns. No firecrackers, no rockets, or pinwheel brilliant bursts. The party people have retreated gone back into their caves to rest and stock up on ammunition. Thousands of firecrackers still silent are strung across countless streets hanging from makeshift welded metal and boards, haphazardly constructed…

Fireworks are out of control!

You grab the spirit I’ll buy the lei and we’ll wiki wiki and meet Santa’s sleigh. Santa’s gonna love the warm and sunny weather cruising in red board shorts and Aloha shirt together. Talking and texting his blackberry clicking eating juicy pineapple the sweet sap sticking making wide trails down past his chin pooling on…

My braddah take me beach, Teach me how to fish, And throw net. My braddah sit and look Out to sea, Talk about sovereignty. My braddah told me, No change for nobody. Stay Hawaiian. My braddah no stay, They take him away, All day rainy. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

written for Ulaleo who spoke out for his fiery ‘aumakua and being one of the first to kokua Pele Defense Fund for access and gathering rights.

Mickey escorted Minnie in the Xmas Boat Parade cruising in a channel of overcast and rain. As diners ate their burgers with football as their game. Perhaps the stormy weather kept many locked home tight but with my golf umbrellas we watched somewhat dry that night.

Fresh pine scent captures holiday spirit. Santa’s little helpers burn clean fuel. Christmas cheer expires on December 26th. Cards and letters rekindle old friendships. Stores build sales customers erect bills. Charity brings forth a financial statement. Scrooge gets deported to Christmas past. Good spirits make for strange bedfellows. Bring two cups of Christmas cheer. Recession…

is the mist rising in the morning, from green fairways covered with fresh dew. A flock of black Iwa birds circling over a pond brimming with purple and pink lily pads, beneath a blue sky dotted with fluffy white clouds, while gentle trade winds provide a welcoming breeze, fanning my skin heated by my enthusiasm.

He is sweating pullets!

home is where the heart is…