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The Butterfly

As love falls down from the sky, it lands on the wings of a butterfly.

The butterfly sings its songs and rhymes, and flies through the air, no concept of time.

It is the messenger of patience and change, from flower to flower, it’s odd and it’s strange.

The butterfly can transform its world and give way to new beginnings, unfurled, it is the keeper of transformation, and flies on faith and imagination.

The butterfly has no fear of change, it bravely escapes its homemade cage.

To change, it knows is necessary, for all the burdens we need not carry.

The butterfly soars and merrily sings, for, without change, it could never grow wings.

~Heather Renee Adamkiewicz

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Back in day aka the 80′s I use to vigorously submit poetry to be published in different journals and/or publications. I use to write a lot of poetry. Use to…. For woteva reason I’ve stopped… Every now and then something comes to mind, but I fail to write it down and so poof…its lost to even myself.

Use to be…. operative word here….use to…. I think we all use to do something alot at one point or another and now “for woteva reason” not do it anymore. Maybe thats dictated by where we are in life. Where we are mentally at least… Or maybe it is cause of ones mentalness…

So I was trashing some stuff. Trying to unclutter dee clutterrrrr and I found this book. Its put out by UH, Bamboo Ridge 29 aka Hawaii Writer’s Quarterly circa 1985. It made me laugh.

You would too if you looked on page 38. My piece & name is in their. My last name is misspelled but hey, I even do that so its cool.

It made me laugh because I remember when I got my “2 free copies” I read my piece thinking – wow I have arrived – I was published in Hawaii! Whooopteeedeeedooo I was stoked yeah.

Anden I proceeded to read Rodney Morales’ story DAYBREAk OVER HALEAKALA/HEARTBREAK MEMORIES. I loved dat story and hoped somebody would make it a movie wit an all LOCAL cast, da haole person being played by one Pordagee. You know what I mean. I saw this story as being on the big screen. I love Rodney Morales writing. He was teaching English at UH at da time, don’t know if he still deya. But regardless I like his stories. He wrote dis one story, I no can rememba da title BUT he wrote it as if he was the female, and it inspired me to write a story from a male perspective. BUT I digress….

I read da Daybreak story and was so impressed dat I got kinda got shamed out yeah. My own insecurities, totally. But here was this awesome story could be screenplay on da big screen…..anden my piece:

AULD LANE: LATE SIXTIES

A deadend street sits silent
even in its waking hours.
Once teenage high school dropouts
hung out talking story.
They passed the time away
after taking bread from the bakery.
One day a dog bit this Samoan guy
and the Samoan guy bit the dog back.
The guys from Auld Lane are all grown up now
some of them successful, some of them not.

Funny yeah. I don’t hardly even remember wot inspired me to write this piece. Had to be something from high school days, I think somebody told me this story; who, what, when, where I have no recollection. A vague memory…………..*L*

[From todays emails, from my friend KSA/Leilehua] 

Around the corner I have a friend,

In this great city that has no end,

Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,

And before I know it, a year is gone.

And I never see my old friends face,

For life is a swift and terrible race,

He knows I like him just as well,

As in the days when I rang his bell.

And he rang mine but we were younger then,

And now we are busy, tired men.

Tired of playing a foolish game,

Tired of trying to make a name.

Tomorrow” I say! “I will call on Jim

Just to show that I’m thinking of him”

But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,

And distance between us grows and grows.

Around the corner, yet miles away,

“Here’s a telegram sir,” “Jim died today.”

And that’s what we get and deserve in the end.

Around the corner, a vanished friend.

Remember to always say what you mean.

If you love someone, tell them.

Don’t be afraid to express yourself.

Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you.

Because when you decide that it is the right time it might be too late.

Seize the day. Never have regrets.

And most importantly, stay close to your friends

and family, for they have helped

make you the person that you are today.

When cells become diseased
When the mind begins to doubt
Prayer is my treatment.

When there is no money
When there is no insurance
Prayer is my treatment.

When dreams begin to fade
When the light begins to dim
Prayer is my treatment.

When hope sparkles brightly
When support surrounds me
I know my prayers are answered.

When physical strength is maximized
When the mind knows no weakness
I know my prayers are answered.

When there is gratitude with each breath
When love is unconditional
I know my prayers are answered.

c) LRO 08-25-2005


Arms cry sometimes yearning the warmth
Tears fall for our sadness draped with a smile
Laughter stays hidden under a sneer of meaness
And the mind genuinely embraces all that it is.

~LRO 6-13-2005

Secluded writing
Exiled from the present
Whispers positive promises
Of the best is yet to come.
The eyes focus only on reading
Other peoples persuasions
That tumbles down hill
Laughing with jaded pleasure.

~LRO 6-01-2005

It was truth or dare
Daring a possible fantasy
The truth setting me free
To let go of an image
I placed on a pedastel.

It is truth or dare
A punishment of sorts
Or perhaps a reward
Of painless pleasure
That caresses the soul.

~LRO 6-01-2005