Mankind Lost

Distances between dimensions 

Wisdom bequested, ancestral generation

Frequent confirmation

Joyous deviation

Creating 

Unification

Alone wisdom cried from the hilltop

Knowledge falling upon deafened ears

People searching for salvation

Global disasters cut remaining trees

But salvation is not near.

Waiting on Jesus to do what we should have done

What we should have done

Long long ago.

She cries, wisdom cries

But no one is listening

Unsheltered disenfranchisement

Ending times roar war cries

Louder than waves of deceit

Trumpets are sounded

Beasts lie in await

The kill is near

Slaughtering cries

Victims shipwrecked

Only strong survive

Yet wisdom cries

She cries knowledge

Upon deafened ears

Upon deaded ears

Mankind lost

Kahala Lei

copyright August 2018

The Sisterhood of Kanaka Maoli

Her people were her everything in her world

She was wisdom's voice and mother nature's little girl

A mother and friend to many,  but alone on her path

She took no prisoners, she turned hardship into laughter

Since day one, always losing her life

But an airplant of sorts, she continued to thrive

A sister to many, a lover to few

When times were hard, she knew what to do

Gaslighting effects destroyed her beliefs

So she ran from the liars, the paupers of deceit

She ran until she could no longer stand on her feet

Broken down, she cried in despair

Thank God for one sister who really did care

That sister took care and dressed all her wounds

They played and they laughed from sunrise to high moon

They healed and they grew, oh what a sight

Building lo'i and gardens every day and night

Healing the people, masses at a time

Realizing their dreams, saving every dime

Taking no prisoners but setting them free

For this is the sisterhood of Kanaka Maoli

Kahala Maui

copyright 2018

Write

Write.

When your heart flutters,

Write.

When your tears fall,

Write.

When the world has fallen on you,

Write.

Write as if your life depends on it.

Write as if your soul was speaking.

Write as if it were all that's left,

But write.

Write if you are right

Write if you are wrong

Write about everything

a bird

a tree

a morning song.

Write through the good times,

Write through the bad.

Write in distress, but

Never forget to give thanks when you're glad.

Kahala Lei

copyright July 2018