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

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

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

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

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.