27 November 2013

Give Me Freedom



Give me freedom
Democracy
Give me freedom
Set my people free
Give me freedom
Set my people free
Give me freedom
No more necrosies
How about freedom 
And equality

Cut the genocide
When one faces Jah
There's no where to hide
No matter where you are

Iron Mountain
Underground city
Suffer people
Its not fair to we
Jah no like it
Ugly society
So give me freedom
Set my people free

Jah hears us cry
Children everyday
Everything dies off
When destruction mounts
Make decisions
Make it count
Give me freedom


Kahala Lei & Lani Moe'ulane
Maui Poet Productions
copyright 2013

Future Husband

You have changed my life
Taking all the pain away
Giving my heart brighter days
You've lifted my soul
I want to be with you until I grow old.


Kahala Lei
copyright 2011


A Mother's Day Greeting

I send you my blessings
On this 13th day of May
Well wishes of smiles
For your Mother's Day
I'll send you no flowers
Unlike love, they die
Rather put it in words
That clearly abide.


Kahala Lei
copyright 2012

Freestyle

Its finally time
To sit and write
Such peaceful silence
In the darkness of night
No editor near
Not a critic in sight
Freedom, paper and pen
A single candle for light
No syllables to count
No rules to follow
Not a regret of words written
When I read this tomorrow.


Kahala Lei
copyright 2012

19 November 2013

The Lil Indian Diary pg 91

"It was horrible. One could smell the stench of the bodies laying all over the ground. I saw my father's corpse but had to walk past it because I didn't want to be killed next. I still had my two brothers and a sister to look after. We never saw our mother again. Our families were all separated.
The next morning, they took us to this big building. They gave us funny looking clothes and assured us we'd be safe. They even gave us new names. My new name was Jane Smith. I didn't think I looked like a Jane Smith. I liked my old name. I liked my old life. I didn't understand what happened.
There were lots of other kids that looked like us there. Some of them even spoke english. The ones who spoke english looked like the rest of us, but they acted like those men who brought us here. This was so new to me, so weird.
After our first winter was over, they brought us all to gather in the field. They told us that we couldn't speak our languages anymore because they didn't want us to hide anything from them. They told us to trust them. They said we could not dance in the rain unless we wanted to be burned forever. They said this was for our safety from the enemy. They said the enemy knew our native tongue and that they would protect us. Even though I was still young, somehow I knew something was wrong. I felt so alone and didn't know what to do. One time, I disobeyed the pale faced man's orders and got myself whipped 30 sound lashings.
I kept asking about our home. I wanted to go home. Time and time again I went over the day we left, so that I could one day go back to find my mother. So one day I ran away. I ran through the woods do fast I almost didn't see the trees go by. I ran all the way back to where we lived, but maybe I got something mixed up. There were a bunch of brick buildings all in a neat row, but my home - everybody's homes were gone! I did my best to look all over, just to make sure that I didn't get lost and that's when I saw the stump. That stump used to be where the totem pole was. I know because even the trees were the same. I saw the carvings on the bottom belonged to us. But where were the rest of our families?
Right about then, a pale faced woman started screaming and pointing at me. A bunch of men were running toward me and when I turned my heels to run, one of them shot me. Before I could fully feel any pain, it felt like my body split. I could see myself lying on the ground, but I was moving further away from my body.
I am no longer of the world, no longer feeling as I did before. I am with the ancestors now, watching down upon my great nieces and nephews. They are beautiful people. I only wish they knew who they are. It's hard to watch them live so misguided by life. Life used to be lived in circles, but now it is flat. The brick and stone buildings have destroyed centuries and eons of ancient history. Our children are so concerned with a mankind that is not theirs, that they have lost much connection to our Mother Nature. It is so sad to watch. When they get here, I will teach them all about their history. "
Page 91 of the Lil Indian Diary

08 November 2013

Your Little China Doll

Dear Mom,
We've come a long way since those days, haven't we?  So many years of pain and strife and we never knew what for, just that there was something different inside me, that nobody else in the family had.  I always knew it and I think you did too, but just didn't know how to deal with it.  Mom, I want you to know that I forgive you. I'm sorry for all the pain I caused, whether I meant to or not. I only did what I knew to be right at the time. Now looking back upon things, I wouldn't change anything but my self pity, for I have learned quite a bit of lessons that will serve me for the rest of my life. 

I've learned to never give up, never give in.  Somehow I don't think that was ever in my blood.  I don't know why so, but my spirit won't let me put up a white flag. 

My ambition is enough to fulfill a thousand dreams and my only regret is having only one life in which to choose my direction. I would have to chalk that one up to my "I'll show you" attitude. I certainly show a lot of insights to a lot of people.  Sometimes I wonder if that's a gift or curse because I get so weary with people not believing until its too late.  It often gets tiring to have to constantly go back and help someone whom I have already helped, but somehow it makes me feel used inside to know that I'm only appreciated when I'm providing a service - much of which people don't even offer me a glass of water for.

I know you missed out on so many years of my life and only wished throughout those years that you would have been right by my side for some of it, but you know what?  I had what I needed, I got over it and eventually survived.  We now have lots of coffee talk to do, God permitting. It wasn't so bad after all.  Just felt that way at the time. 

I apologize for writing here, Mom. I understand that you have work and such, and sometimes I can be a bit needy in the attention department. One day I'll master that. I think I just get lonely. I have waited so long for the day we'd be able to build a relationship, that I get too anxious to talk to you. I know that you're sick and I'm struggling with my own health problems, Mom. I don't want these words to go unsaid. I forgive our past. I love you. 

Pretty soon I will be closing these doors and opening new ones. As time progresses, I hope our relationship will too.

Love Always, 
Your Lil China Doll

06 November 2013

I Loved You

I loved you
How did I ever let you go?
I loved you so much that
My sun
Could not rise
Without your face.
My heart fluttered
To the
Sound of your walk.
The height of your voice, so
Mellow and sweet.
Your charisma
Such valiance.

I loved you
I
Loved
Every shudder
That you sent through
My body
Each time you touched
My soft skin
Our rise and our fall
Entwined harmoniously.
As you extracted pectin
From my flower.
Budding an essence
Of soulful symphonies
Gardens full of 
Fresh morning dew.
I loved you.

Kahala Lei
copyright 2010

03 November 2013

Endless Thoughts



Enduring yet another night awake
Weary, yet full of thoughts at stake
Convicting dreams of yester year
Realizing how many times I came near
To making each one of those dreams come true
People often told me their views
Like drunken stupor I belived the hype
When I fell, I fell alone with my gripes
Stacked with words that could have been
Now I'm ready to try my second wind
At finding out just who I am
No longer will I let  dictations win
Tired, so tired of putting up a fight
Its time to kiss my nightmares good night
Nobody can take away the gifts God has given me
I will not accept failure lightly
Armed with sheer determination



Kahala Lei
copyright 2011

Tear Drops in a Poetic Eye

TEAR DROPS IN A POETIC EYE



Tear stained pillows
From an unknown poet's eyes
Storm after storm
She wonders why
Searching for answers
Yet still no replies
Chalking it up as just
Tear drops in a poetic eye.

Isolated from people
In a world so small
Climbing each mountain
Only to continue to fall
The higher she climbs
How much further it seems
She only wishes that she
Could accomplish one dream


The only solution is to
Keep praying to the Lord
Asking and begging to
Be released from this scorn.
Interrogating herself for
An answer within
Finding more questions
Repenting all sin
Doing all she can to
Cleanse her soul from disaster
She left her homeland, thinking
There would be happiness after
Realizing that happiness is
What comes from inside
Setting high goals
In which to abide
Creating her ideal
Utopian personality
To enrich her path
Of life with emotional
 Zen Prosperity.

Why it all comes out now
Is well beyond her level
Of greater understanding
Searching for rewards
Far past the mediocre

Crabs in a Bucket

Crabs in a bucket
You can try to hold me down
I will fight for the lives of mine,
Succeed and hold my crown.
You see you have mistaken
To think that you could hurt me
You're only spiting yourself
With crimes of jealousy.
Crabs in a bucket,
Why don't you just
Leave me alone.
I rebuke your anger
I reject your deeds.
I replace your negativity
With seeds of positivity.

14 October 2013

Featured Writer: Miyoko Azuma - Abused Disbelief

Sixty-four days and still loving you..
How can that be?
You’ve lied every time
You said you loved me.
“If I should leave, you’ll never see me again”
Words you once said.
Now you stick around
Just to play with my head.
Laughing, it’s so funny…
What a joke you must feel,
I wish you all the luck finding
Another, who’s real.
I can’t fix things now,
I’m already gone.
Like you said, I’m nineteen
Guess I’ve got to get on.
I’m hurt and lonely
Can’t hide my tears.
I’ll remember your scars
For so many years.
My first night completely alone,
I’d rather not think.
I keep looking down the street,
Just to take a peek.
You’re there all the time
With your thugged out friends
You never did come home,
Until your street day met its end.
You’d start to complain,
When I’d get upset.
Did you ever think of how
My day was spent?
I come home from work
Just to cook and clean
When you didn’t show for dinner
You’d wonder why I was mean.
I enslaved every day
I did it for what?
You only come home to
Play games & not give a fuck.
Now I’m hurt and sad
While you have fun, don’t feel bad
I’m a hell of a woman
I deserve a lot better
Rainy days just pass by
I need sunny weather.
In writing this poem,
I’ve concluded a lot.
Either love me or leave me
I’m worth the thought.

Miyoko Azuma
Written 7 September 1996


Christian Haiku

Purpose
Faith and hope
Lead a purpose driven life
Jesus is Lord
Amen


Kahala Lei
Blood Money Poets

copyright 2011

Second Glance

A SURFACE IS JUST THAT
BUT WHAT LIES BENEATH?
WHEN YOU ONLY SEE THE WATER
HOW DO YOU JUDGE CORAL REEF?
IF YOU'VE READ THE TITLE,
HAVE YOU READ THE BOOK?
WHAT APPEARS TO BE TRUE
MIGHT NOT BE WHAT IT LOOKS
SO WHEN YOU SEE ME
SEE ME FOR ME AND
GIVE ME A CHANCE
I'M WORTH A LOT MORE
THAN THAT THING IN MY PANTS
BEFORE YOU DISCOUNT ME AS A PERSON
TAKE A SECOND GLANCE.


JENNIFER CHRUPALYK

CIRCA 1999

Sukistardom's Freestyle Lyrics from Spring Battle 2002

Real is the deal, and
Deal with it real
I might flip yer lyrics, and
Cop half a mil
Get a house on a hill
Push a new set of wheels
No worries on tomorrow
Cause I got cash appeal.

Lyrical nightmares I bust
Talking shit, bitch?
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
From my point of view.
Your rhyme’s as good as rust
For all them hating ass nucks on the outside
This is real, no jive
I might take the mic, and
Eat your rhyme alive.
No one will survive
Because I’m bigger than you
And the other top five.
Sukistardom
Blood Money Poets

Written 23 January 2002

Heart's Desire

GENTLY KISSING
A HEART'S DESIRE
COULD UNLEASH A SPUR
OF PASSIONATE FIRE
BURNING LOVE
IN THE FIRST DEGREE
SUCH ONLY COULD EXIST
BETWEEN YOU AND ME

SOUL'S AFIRE
A HEART'S DESIRE
LASTING THROUGHOUT TIME
RHYTHMIS PLEASURE
TESTED- WELL MEASURED
AS TWO BODIES ARE BOUND
RAREST IN FROM
MOST HEARTS ARE ASCORN

KINDLED FLAMES ARE FOUND.

Cherry Blossoms

CHERRY BLOSSOMS




CHERRY BLOSSOMS IN THE WIND
A GENTLE SWAY UNFOLDS
INTRICATE AS LIFE
PETALS FALLING FROM THE SKY
STORIES YET UNTOLD
GONE FROM THE DAY OF INNOCENCE
THE PETAL WITHERED IN THE MIST
NEW GROWTH SPAWNS
A WHOLE NEW DAY
IT WASHES YESTERDAYS'
IMPURITIES AWAY


KAHALA LEI
CIRCA 2009





( RELEVANT PICTURE INVOLVING A CHERRY BLOSSOM )

Winter Love

AS THE WINTER SNOW
LAY STILL ON THE GROUND
NOT A SOUL OUTSIDE
A SOLID WHITE BLANKET ALL AROUND
SILENT CRYSTALS HANG
FROM ROOFTOPS ABOVE
CHIMING THE SONG
OF A WINTER'S LOVE


KAHALA LEI
CIRCA 2009




( BLACK N WHITE PHOTO OF UNDISTURBED SNOW )


08 October 2013

Give Me Freedom

Give me freedom
De-moc-racy
Give me freedom
Set my people free
Give me freedom
No more necrosis
How about freedom
And equality

Cut the genocide
When one faces Jah
There's no where to hide
No matter where you are

Iron Mountain
Underground City
Suffer people 
Its not fair to we
Jah no like it
Ugly society
So give me freedom
Set my people free.

Jah hears us cry
Children everyday
Everything dies off
When destruction mounts
Make decisions
Make it where it counts
Give me freedom


Kahala Lei & Lani Moe'ulane 
copyright 2013

28 September 2013

Mr Joe

Pop-pop Joe was the local number man. I remember getting excited everyday as he would answer the phone at noon, three, and six for each number as it came out.  I remember that we used to go collecting the money twice a day too.  

Everybody called my Pop-pop Mr Joe.  They never called me by my name.  I was Mr Joe's Lil Girl.  None of us kids could understand because Mr Joe was black and I was anything but black.  But it was what it was, and local culture said to just deal with reality.  That was back when neighbors stuck together around Jewtown.  It really was a tight knit community. 

Mr Joe also worked in a box factory and would bring us home boxes to make clubhouses with.  He'd bring his bicycle tools on the front step and get all of our bikes out.  Then he'd fix everybody's bicycle problems while he was out there watching us and talking to his friends.  One of them was a white man by the name of Mr Max.  He looked like a hood version of Santa Claus, so he would convince all the local kids that you'd never know who Jesus was walking down the street, but He's always watching you.  Santa too, checks his list twice. We never quite knew what to make of him, so until we were old enough to bust his lies, we were careful around Mr Max.  Personally, I wondered about him and how he came to love pigeons so much.

Mr Joe was a kind and quiet man. He had a gentle spirit that could soothe almost anybody. He cared for everybody and people respected him for that.  But he was also the controversial and lone black man on the white side of a racially divided family.  It never bothered me much when we were with the black side of the family because we kids really didn't understand the racial issues yet anyway.  We used to ask each other lots of questions about the other color.  What I found to be the most weird was how we used to compare households and I found out that ours was just completely different. I couldn't pinpoint how.  Years later, I would call that the infusion of several different cultures on a limited resource level.  This meant that we didn't know enough of any one culture to really do much, so my family would fuse a party into an Irish Southern Black Luau that served Korean food and featured a "China Doll" for entertainment.  That was always me because I can pass for any race.  But we weren't taught anything about that because they didn't know what to teach us, other than to hide our identities like the Jews.  We were always pushed to mingle whiter and preppier as well.  This was the only kind of people who were accepted into society.  No more questions, just follow protocol.  We could only be ourselves behind closed doors and that was a lot to keep up with.

Our home was very loving and open to others.  As time goes on, I will add to this one, but for now, thanks for getting to know Mr Joe.


Child Abuse is Acceptable in Charlotte County Florida

The shrill cries of two children screaming "Stop!! Please stop!" broke the silence in the air at 8:46 on the rainy morning of September 26, 2013.  The two children are homeschooled, due to state and local tyranny within the school board.  While both children study in four languages, the older of the two also studies international affairs.  Both children are well above their academic level in achievements and successes.  

On that miserable morning, the children were taking out the laundry when their five year old bulldog pushed his way out the door. Usually, he would only stay in the carport during rain, but he has been missing his long walks and car rides that both stopped when mom had to get rid of the car, then broke both her feet.  Sam, the dog, was simply ready for a long walk. 

See, mom is a single mother with no family, who has been very sick for the past three years.  In the past year, mom underwent many surgeries including two more rounds of cancer, kidney failure and a brain surgery.  The dog was simply eager to roam as he was so used to doing when mom was healthy enough to keep his routine. 

When Sam got out, the two children immediately headed out on their bikes to capture him.  But it was raining pretty hard and mom called them back to put on safety ponchos. While she looked locally, they searched the broader area, knowing that mom couldn't.  

What mom heard several minutes later would be something from any mother's nightmare.  The sounds of her children crying and she wasn't sure which direction to look first. Unlike gridded neighborhoods, all the streets ran in circles, so one would have to physically go through them all.  She could hear their pleas, so it was obvious that someone was hurting them.  The sudden rush of hopelessness to help them overcame her. 

With adrenaline kicking in, the fact that she was sick and in pain no longer mattered.  Where were her babies?  What was happening?  Was it the babies or the dog getting hurt?  She began to ride faster when she almost crashed into the seven year old upon turning a corner. He was screaming for his mommy at the top of his lungs, screaming for someone to come help his sister.  He didn't even realize who he almost crashed into.  The rain began to come down harder.

Together they rode to the ten year old who was crying in a pool of blood on the sidewalk, holding the dog.  Her eyes flooded with pepper spray, the girl was clearly having an asthma attack on the ground.  Several neighbors were outside shouting curse words at the children but nobody helped the girl on the ground. Just then, a woman pulled up in her big dark truck and began spouting threats at the family and dog.  The mother had already called the police and was unable to get her children home without assistance.  She allowed the children to tell the police what happened and allowed the police to do their job, as asked.  In the end, the police found that nothing was wrong with what the woman did. They said that she panicked in the moment and when she pointed the pepper spray in the girl's face, sprayed and cursed at the little girl, that was a normal reaction.

This is not the first time this has happened in Charlotte County. Just two years ago, the sheriff's department found it a normal reaction for a 30 year old man to strangle the same boy who was present in this incident.

To further provide ample proof that this is not a controversial trash family that we're talking about here, nobody in this family has a criminal history or any trouble with the law.  Each member of the aforementioned family has been repeatedly in the newspaper for hosting or working church events, coaching community teams, and the girl is the only youth poet in southwest Florida and is well known for her work.  The mother spends all of her time developing the children and whose life is dedicated to children altogether.

Yet and still, law enforcement fails to do it's job.  An unnamed sheriff told the mother that only money will win in Florida. Unfortunately, those who the mother is fighting against have more money, therefore the mother and her children are thus left unprotected.  They advised the mother to not allow her children to come out to play.  Way to go Charlotte County. 

This is the sixth time in one year that this unprotected family has been targeted and not once, has anyone been brought to justice.  Yes, leaving Charlotte County is the only option.




17 August 2013

Price of Innocence Lost

Sounds of gunfire
Lullabies
The only way to
Silence the cries
Piercing screams
Entering dreams
Children wonder
What this means
Where's their future?
When everyone dies
Hardly no one makes
It out alive
Told to imagine
A rule at school
Imagine what?
Everybody's a fool
Just a kid, but
Knows these things
Sad that most adults
Don't know what it means
Far too engulfed in
Such menial living
Never stopping to
Give thanks to Him
Keep it going
Souls are the cost
Must pay the price
Of innocence lost.


Kahala Lei
Blood Money Poets
copyright 2013

Legal Disclaimer

Legal Disclaimer:  
This blog is property of Kahala Lei and is not subject to any laws from every country.  I, Kahala Lei, hereby proclaim my allegiance to Mother Nature and do not recognise any authority that does not bear proper identification with evidence of validity and my signature stating that I have read, reviewed and previously discussed my overstanding of your position, I do not recognise your authority.  

Whereas under my authority, I have the right to express myself verbally.  

Whereas under my authority, no two persons shall come into physical contact where one party is being compromised, victimized or violated, unless those persons are married and can relinquish proof of such.

Whereas threat, distress and coercion are considered illegal under my authority. 

Whereas your opinion counts on your blog, where you get to lay the rules and say what you want.

Whereas this public disclaimer serves to uphold and protect the dignity and human rights of the person it belongs to. 

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22 May 2013

Experience is Priceless

There are many forms of education in the world.  Don't be so quick to judge any one person's road, for you can never be sure what it was in their path that has made them so successful.  What you view as success might not be what you think it is, because you have to remember that your views are only just that.

Remember that the world does not revolve around you, so if you choose to live in your own small world of views, then you are in for the shock of your lifetime. 

Small is the mind that think it has absorbed such a large amount of knowledge, and great is the mind who knows that it does not know multitudes of knowledge.

Great are the people who think of themselves as small, for they possess an understanding that is far beyond what most people can mentally evaluate in a given day span.

While one may be lavished in gold or books, money or collectibles, their accomplishments mean nothing in the grand scheme of things. What matters are the most important essentials one can possess in their lifetime. It is not very easy to achieve.  It is even harder to keep, given the kind of world we live in today.  One is capable of achieving just about anything, but when the moral factor becomes a part of it, the options become very slim.  While God may understand that we are human and make mistakes, taking advantage and choosing a sinful business life is not what He meant.  
When God gave us free will, it was for us to choose our way to Him, not for Him to force us, much like a 5 year old child would try to teach a mouse in a maze how to get out. God does not push us like that.  So we have to understand that much like the way your mom might let you fall on the sidewalk as a child, that God, will let us figure some things out on our own as well. 
This free will is how we determine for ourselves, what kind of life or love we will obtain throughout our lives.  This is how one can determine their strengths, successes and failures.  One cannot determine that from a piece of paper.  One cannot determine what an experience taught another person.  However, one can guarantee that book knowledge is only text.  Text can never replace the actual experience.  Experience is priceless. 

Sukistardom 1
Blood Money Poets
copyright 2013

12 May 2013

Highly Not Recommended

I'm pretty sure that some reader will get offended at my words by the end of the third sentence.  Please be advised that opinions are like asses - everybody's got one, and this is mine. I own it.  So please, if you take offense to what my opinion is, go to your blog and freely express your opinion.  

My blog = my opinion, and your blog = your opinion

Do you understand how this works?  Ok, now let me clearly state my opinion on my personal blog space.  I am going to express myself now.

______________________________________________

A few years ago, due to circumstance, I made the split decision on my birthday to come down to Charlotte County, FL with my children to start a new life.  I regret that decision and would highly advise anyone under the age 65 and under a six figure bank account, does not move here.  You would have to be out of your mind to come here.  From day 2 down here, I have been scrambling to leave.  At this point, I am well beyond stressed out and having breakdowns.  I have to leave this place.  I have to live somewhere  that I can actually live.

For some time, the minimum wage here was lower than federal minimum wage! They can fire you for anything down here, including sexual orientation.  It's sick and its not right.  I twice got fired for out working my boss.  After all that I been through an the recent brain surgery which is the mother of all mothers in healing... It's like having a mental chinese fire drill every 8-12 weeks, I still have to fight for my missing paychecks from the restaurant last year, and social security this year.  

The schools targeted my children on the behavior of the one in kindergarten.  I had to pull them out to be homeschooled.  
They will tell you as soon as you get here, who they don't like. I somehow fit in most of the categories, so I guess I get to be chop liver, huh?

My friends back home ask me if they should come down and I immediately tell them not to even waste their time.  I would not recommend coming here unless you have your very own self sufficient financial portfolio.  Rock on, Kahala Lei

Kahala Lei
Highly Not Recommended
Blood Money Poets
copyright 2013


06 May 2013

Give Freedom


Give me freedom
De-moc-racy__
Give me freedom
Set my people free
Give me freedom
No more nec-ro-sies
How about freedom
And equal-i-ty

Cut the genocide
When one faces Jah
There's no where to hi__de
No matter where you are

Iron Mountain
Underground City
Suffer pe-ople_
It no fair to we
Jah no like it
Ugly so-ci-ety.
So give me freedom
Set my people free


Give me freedom
De-moc-racy__
Give me freedom
Set my people free
Give me freedom
No more nec-ro-sies
How about freedom
And equal-i-ty

Jah hears us cry
Children ev-ery-day.
Everything dies off
When destruction mounts
Make decisions
Make it where it counts
Give me freedom

Give me freedom
De-moc-racy__
Give me freedom
Set my people free
Give me freedom
No more nec-ro-sies
How about freedom
And equal-i-ty

No manifest destiny 
Could ever arrest me,
Detest me, oppress me,
For the soldiers will march 
Until they are free.

Give me freedom
Give me freedom
Let me be free 



Kahala Lei
Blood Money Poets
copyright 2013

03 May 2013

The Small Things in Life

Sometimes its the smallest things that matter to us in life and those little things can make a huge difference.  I often find that when I'm dealing with someone who was troubled for any reason,  I can usually pull them aside, listen to their heart cry and validate them as a person, and they will immediately improve.  Many times, with many different behaviors and situations, that's all a person needs.  To know that somebody in the world completely understands them and is willing to work with them on their own level.

Did you know that...


Because first of all, you don't know what you're going to encounter today and getting a freak phone call about someone in your family could happen anytime.  Be careful to imagine what you could be going through and thankful that its only this or that..

Which brings me to the point of stating that you don't know what someone else is going through.  I personally, after having spent 31 years in customer service,  automatically put this customer service face on at my front door.  I don't want everybody to know what I'm going through and I'm pretty sure alot of people are that way.  Everybody has a mask and we wear it every day, whether we love our lives or hate them.  I also have personally seen that people who "love their lives" so much are running from their emotions that are falling apart inside them and if you give them about a year or two, they fall apart and change.  
Every rose has its thorn.  We all have a past.  But that is what made us who we are today and helps mold us into who we will be tomorrow.  

With that all being said, please feel free to share a smile with a random person or hold the door.  That could be the difference in someone else's day.   You never know what someone else has gone through.

Kahala Lei
Blood Money Spokenword
copyright 2013

01 May 2013

Wisdom of the World

Each day is a brand new dawn and you ask me every day about our new dawns.  I have yet to come to an answer on this topic for I have yet to see just where we stand.  Who are you against who am I?  Over the course of 1000 miles and some tea, we can find alot of things out but none of them will be the answer to your question, but the question of time.  

Time answers everything.  In time and through time only, our true colors and wanton desires will find their own way out. What remains of this has yet to be seen.  Just keep your eyes on what you really want and it will come to you.  I do not question what destiny has in store for me.  I simply prepare myself for what I anticipate, what I strive for.  

My walk in life begins with the knowledge that nothing is owed to me and things don't have to go my way.  I do not expect anything from this universe, as all of my blessings come from another.  My blessings come from a universe of everlasting unconditional love.  The same love that emanates from my heart.

I make my choices knowing that one day, all things come to an end. With this in mind, I do not gather or harbor any unnecessary  feelings or emotions.  May my emotions remain intact throughout this journey in life. 

Now that I have such low expectations on the world, the negativity that may come from any particular direction in this world, whether it be demographically or personally, bears less effect on me as a human being of sound mind and soul.

What comes to me as a blessing is revered as such and is always a compliment to my day, as it was rather unexpected from the start.

What comes of you and I, whether it be a family, friend or relationship, is completely dependant upon time to come into fruition.  Wise man has once said,  "People can enter your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime."


Kahala Lei
Blood Money Spokenword
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