You come around
With all your sweet lies
And I accept them
In between sighs
Knowing that I
Will have to fortify
Against them and you
Since I am aware
You are untrue
In some fashion
For how am I to believe?
When you do not receive
When I am presented to you?
You instead provide passable regard
One would provide an estranged friend
Little affection or love’s reward
Why should we not end?


Spun Like Cotton Candy

You just turned around and walked away,
And my mind spun like cotton candy,
Hearing the words of yesterday,
My heart broke just a little bit more,
And it became a
A lot more torn.
The tears that arose, from these blue eyes,
Have long since tired of everyone’s lies.
Of all insincere gestures and long goodbyes.
Once patient, this heart is weary of worn out words…
Please, tell me really…
Why did you leave?
I needed you.


… I could stand some more friendly faces. Tired of this drought. Sick of being put through the paces. Of asking for love and it all coming to nought… of no give and only take, feeling no love and only hate. Jealousy is no indication of affection, only disrespect. So I say this with no ill intention, you hold in me no sort of regard.

Homeless In Hawaii

Homeless in Hawaii

Do any of you care?
Those who are on the streets in Hawaii
There are many families…
You tuck your babies in at night…
Knowing they’ll be alright…
Checking the closet and under the bed for monsters there
Stilling their fright.
What of the babies with no beds for the night?
What of real-life monsters?

You don’t understand, how can you?
You’ve never had to walk in their shoe…
But maybe there is something…
You can collectively do.
Speak up!

You blame the drunk and addict with ease…
Have you forgotten, addiction is a mental dis-ease?
I know it makes you uncomfortable to see…
What some of you’ve got hidden on your family tree…

Disregard the sins of society…
Homelessness is a social malady.
Preventable by the few, ignored by the many.

Billions of dollars go up in smoke,
That wasteful rail project?
Is it worth going broke?
We can’t even feed, clothe and house our Ohanas.
What a joke.

One day we shall all be called to account.
Is this the reward on the wall you will mount?

Someone Who is Real

Sometime ago
You told me you would come to find me
You didn’t
But I never forgot thee
You always lived in my memory.

We both met other people
Fell in love
Got married
But those loves,
They fell apart
You were always deep
In my simple heart.

I had an opportunity
To come home for once
I saw you
& fell once more
Yet I was afraid
Because of all that was being said.

You said once, “don’t marry that man.”
I said,  “he gives me something you never can.”
I never once forgot you, however.
And for the future could not, no matter how I endeavored.

Despite the past
And pondering whether we would even last
I sought you.
And darned if it wasn’t a two-way street
We touched each other’s souls
Whenever we would meet
Never any deceit.

Now I see
How much I truly meant
And how far back affection really goes
I didn’t realize…
That our hearts had crashed long ago…
There’s significance in you.
You are the one I need

Oh M, you are to me,
What he should have been
But things happen the way they do.
And sometimes you have a soulmate or two…
Before you find someone who is Real.
I love you.

Word Prisms

Sometimes I can’t shut down my brain

And the rhymes, they come in waves

Begging to be let out

Often it is more of a scream

Or a clear shout

Lately it’s been driving me insane

You’re my treasure, my pleasure…

In full measure

O baby, even now

You interrupt my ink

I only want to stop the rain

Just for a time, so I can think!

My mind is on its own blink…

Dancing amongst word prisms

Skipping to the crimson throb of my own rhythm…

I’m bleeding from within…

Fairy Folk

Envisioning daydreams

I usually see you

Only in my dreams


Friendly folk

What’s wrong with me?

I’ve stepped off the train…

and into someone’s fantasy…

What is real?

What is right?

Shall I linger?

I’ve been given such a fright.

But these people in this sweet mist-filled land or ire…

Shall I ever tire?

Nay, I linger still.

Pray tell my husband the Faerie King bids him a merry night!

What You’ve Never Said

An Exquisite Beauty
“Did I say that I love you?”
“Did I say that I need you?”
Oh the sound…
Of unrequited…
Of missed…
The voice, the visage.
Someone’s daughter.
I, too, someone.
Deserving.  Of.
Your eyes
What I feel
What I’ve never felt:
Unconditional love.
Let the violins play.

The Things We Keep Hidden

A man sits alone
Lacking forgiveness
From a God he considers cold
Because of self-defense
He cries out for a soul that he thinks has died.

She stands idle and wonders why
All these years have gone by
Many without a sign
Of what she should be
Doing with her life
Inside she is sinking
Tired of never-ending thinking
All because he wouldn’t give her the time

She shone bright,  child of light
Til someone evil
Did harm
Then she couldn’t stop
Putting a needle in her arm
Reality too much to stand
She wrested her hand from mine
And said, “bon voyage.”

Someone is struggling
Demons, they’re all around.

That bottle you consumed last night
That ugly fight
The one you grabbed and used to hit your wife?
Doesn’t matter if you meant it
What are you doing with your life?

What is worse?
Anger,  hatred or despair?  Incomprehensible demoralization…

Blackout night
Morning bright.
Bleak haze.
Her world spinning fast.
Everything done, said,  hellish lag…
Filled in gaps.
“Someone shoot me.  I can’t go on,” she calls out with dismay.

So she found another way.

Alone again
Years gone by
Wrestled. Battle-worn but not defeated. 
This heart does not die out.
Strong. Yes.

Love is not here.

Why insist on making small talk?

It is so pained,

A soliloquy less strained.

Why can’t we all just be real?

Trust or lack thereof.

Sad the way our world has become.

No sooner do we learn to love,

Our hearts are often torn asunder.

It is no wonder,

We resort to pillage and plunder.

Our dying world beseeches us to proceed with care yet many still carry on without one.

The tree that stood with such pride now wears a crooked smile,

Its barren branches stirring little in a cold starless night,

The moon winking out of existence,

Broken beyond repair.

How will the rest of us fare?

When three little words, “I, Love, You,” are so hard to say,

Break me, make me, forsake me,

Take me.


Love is not here.