No Guarantee

When you look into my eyes
Tell me what you see
Is it pictures of me loving you
Or of you loving me?
Are there sparkles in my eyes?
I see a twinkle in your stare
Oh why I think about you
I don't know, it's fading me..

When you look up to the Heavens...
What do you see.....?
Is it love, lust or lost?
Is it gratefully praised,
Is it lost and disgraced,
Should it just be erased
Does it carry some weight,
Ooh.. just let it be.....

When you look into the Heavens..
What do you see....?
Is it gratefully praised,
Does it carry some weight?
Ooh.... Oohhh!
Just let it be... 

Just focus on your journey
Cause love is not a guarantee
And love's not free....


When you look up to the Heavens...
What do you see.....?
Is it love, lust or lost?
Is it gratefully praised,
Is it lost and disgraced,
Should it just be erased
Does it carry some weight,
Ooh.. just let it be.....


Ooohh... Oooh! 
There's no guarantee....
When it's time the one is right
So let it be, cause love's not free
Sincerity.....


Kahala Lei 
copyright 2012

2164

2164
Its a number
You should play it
You never know, you
Could probably make it.

2164
Very different number for me
Location of darkness, experience
Root of where the great spirit began
Showing me things, taking me places
That I know I've never been.

2164
The place it began
Etched in my mind forever


Kahala Lei
copyright 2012

At Number 2164

The year about 1981 and the immediate family all lived on one  city block.  We had just moved back after our house burnt down, and we got the house directly across from our nana. 2164 was the number on the address plate.  The basement had steps that reminded me of London Bridges.  I was almost 4 years old. 

One day, while my mother was doing laundry in the basement, I was riding my 'big wheels' around the basement.  As I rode under the stairs, I stopped and screamed at the dead man hanging under the top step.  Using hind sight to estimate, he was an overweight Caucasian male in about his early to mid 20s. He told me life failed him and that was the point that my mother took me back upstairs, worried about the look on my face. She ended up chalking it up to a 3 year old's imagination. Many years later, she asked the owner, who had told her that the man who lived there before us had committed suicide under the top step.  It was the fourteenth step.

That night that I saw that, I knew I would never forget it.  It remains etched in my mind forever. He was standing next to me telling me his story, at the same time I was looking at his body hang. Even in a child's mind, I knew there was something wrong with that because nothing was there a minute ago, when I rode through. 

Although I respect that memory, I have never gone into research about it.  Not everything was meant for everybody.


Kahala Lei
copyright 2012