Olelo. . .red and yellow uli’uli’s shaking, feathers colliding with sand. . .firm chants, hand movements, rigid legs sliding, moving side to side, honoring those who have been wiped away by the earth’s dust and mud. . .A storm fatally destroys an island chain and brings disease and death for everyone. . . 100% blood. . .native […]

The voice calls out but it hasn’t been heard in months. There’s a silence that allows coldness to grow. . .Manipulating thoughts have far passed, trauma still created by what’s been bottled up inside, there’s no reason to hide behind the tragedy that encompasses life. Heartbeats, pounding, louder, harder, breathing. . .flashback to the times […]

My pride is like the red that’s scattered with the green and yellow on my flag. Kanaka Maoli symbols pierce my heart with chants flowing from my soul. Vibrant, commanding, demanding the attention of those who overlook everyone.  Ancient history. . . Unsolved mystery, trying to confine me into a skin I am not in, […]

Soft. . .white. . .dirty. . .cloned. . .the eyes of what has beheld the innocence of a lie. . .the wool has been uncovered is growing thick and what is meant to be gained has been lost because nothing being said is enough to reshape the tale of what is being told, discernment is unfolding […]

Tick, tock, time. . .frame of mind has been translucent, see through what can’t be seen. . . is it obscene to have big dreams. . .the dreams we can rarely fathom to bring the bright lights into our life but allow them to remain dim. . .some say we can’t be quiet, we can’t be […]

If I imagined love, I’d dream there would be no distance that love would find a way to make all things right. To fight for a love that will always prevail. I’d touch your face the way you touch mine when I turn away from you and hide. . . the facade behind the mask […]

The moon of the night shades back the waves as they pound against the shoreline with rage. A rage carried by the tears my ancestors cry. Sacred sand stripped of value to market and pave roads in a far away land. A land that came to demonize our people, to deconstruct my people and now we are […]

The lights are on but no one is home and the night is still. The quietness is the loudest sound and the clamor of the clock ticks away. . .There is nothing left to gain, nothing left to lose. The crashes become more intense as the minutes creep by I was wondering could this be […]

There is something fading. . .fast. . .the morality of what could be has been left in the not so distant past. Development of lands. . .robbed the people from identity and washed their sense of self completely out. We act the same, we don’t look anything alike, we strive for the same things and […]

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