Too many words to write

Written in haste just to taste

The victory of doneness

However dry and without flavor

And yet with a goal to savor

Is it really worth posting

Without the slow roasting

Of an idea half-baked

And feeling of full faked

Just for a participation trophy?

I leave nothing to this world but my words

Whose pages are fragile against hate

My designs laid bare in concrete

Ripped once before my eyes and before fashions change

The last flower of a line part Thomas and part Hites

No echoes of laughter, pain, or sorrow

A haunted empty hall

Words fading in the elements until all but sand remains.

Oh Nadaka:

We remember you all.

Dear Nadaka,

Can you hear our call?

Sweet Nadaka!

Spring, Summer or Fall.

We loved Nadaka,

But they sold you all.

These arms wide open,

Your trees are so tall.

WoHelo is open,

Our Camp Fire’s for all,

With eyes wide open!

We saw you fall.

Our hearts cut open,

But they sold you all.

But they sold you all

For Onahlee

How I long to see you,

Under the sing ring tree,

We’ll laugh and play, the day away,

Relive our past and be:

Full of joy and sunshine,

A song loud in our hearts,

From dawn to dusk, and dawn again,

Struck starry eyed by charts.

Today we’ll hike the forest,

Taste the grass that sours,

Among the trees, follow the breeze,

Identifying flowers.

And the meadow calls us,

With ribbons in our hair,

Among the trees, follow the breeze,

A game of truth or dare.

One last loving stanza,

Inked here for all to see,

A gift for no one person but-

To Onahlee… For Onahleee! To Onahlee~

Down by The Sandy,

Our story bgeins,

At Camp Namanu,

Where the sun bronzed our skins.

We played in the meadow,

I scuffed up my shins,

You kissed them all better,

Under Gemini twins.

A song entered my heart,

And it played out on strings,

Woven together,

Among fairies with wings.

“We’ll walk up a creek,”

Our leader she sings,

“Learn about all the forest,

The birds and the bee stings.”

We tie dyed our shirts,

Under all of those trees,

Ate PB&J,

Our laughter on the breeze.

Glowing embers at camp fires

And the week, it will end,

We’ll make all those memories

WoHeLo my friend

With ritual motion

I prepare for the days end

But tonight is different

While not goodbye, it is a

Goodnight and sweet dreams my love


Oh caterpillar

Without a care 

in the world

Suspended from silk

Caught like a children’s day kite 

Gliding on a 

spring-time breeze