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Alien

Sometimes even the smallest things can kill a person's spirit.
Sometimes only laying down and preparing to die can shock the proverbial monkey.
Unfortunately I have too much going on for that,
So I must die another way.
I will stop smiling & talking.
I will stop dancing around as if I belonged here.
I don't.
I'm an alien everywhere.
Each place I turn folks are trying to make me small.
VERY very small.

By 3singingeagles Ma’hinahinahina Rose
 

An Open Letter To All Roosters

They clip your wings in farmlands
But I see you
Wild in the trees-
You've shown your unedited face to me
You've charmed snakes, and pagented kings,
You've rode shaman-breath onto the church steeple,
Rolled around in imaginary gutters,
You've cried aloud:
SUNRISE!
I MADE IT!
ME!
WITHOUT ME IT CERTAINLY WOULD NOT RISE AT ALL!
And, when disproved,
Have never fallen- or missed a beat-
You declare:
"Well- maybe I didn't make it rise but I
Honored it each morning with song just the same-
Could you say as much for yourself?

A true Shaman is not attached to the Mystery of their talents
When they are exposed,
They laugh, twirl, have a clever comeback
Otherwise, they were never true Shamans
To begin with mist
Rises from the rooster's breath
Sunrise honored for what its worth, but more-
Cause-
Hey- look! Crowing at the moon
Bright in the Solstice sky
Of lightning bolt dreams
From its perch
High in
A wild,
Free,
Strong standing,
Always green,
Tree.

By 3singingeagles Ma’hinahinahina Rose
 

Could You Love CrazyWoman?

Could you love me
Barefooted?
Could you love me
Hairy?
Could you love me
Junk on the porch?
Could you love me
Never careful?
Could you love me
And avoid the temptation to protect my tender heart
To keep me from breaking
From screaming out
Could you?

By 3singingeagles Ma’hinahinahina Rose
 

The Extinction Of The Blues

People dissatisfied with love have
Written many songs about it
Whine on. Usually wine on as well.

Why didn't they just
Take all that precious time they spent rehashing the pain in verse
And spend it exchanging
Love with those
Who will accept it or even better
Welcome it with gratitude,
Why?

Guess- there'd be no Blues then.

By 3singingeagles Ma’hinahinahina Rose
 

Like A Dog
 

To pooches and warm fires! (I toast).
A winning combo!
I’m at Baldwin beach park.

It’s a Maui 10 PM
An island late night
A Friday, ALOHA Friday
Alcohol and drugs pouring down the throats, into the veins, into the lungs, into the deep well souls
Of the Work Week Weary,
The dog tired.
The ¾ percent of Monday-Fridayers.

The other 1/4 are working, serving them up
Their tacos and tequiza and music and background noise for grabbing sex or
Are keeping their driveways free and their front doors open and their TVs on to sell pau hana buds or
Are drivin around in their pickup trucks with their cell phones on for parking lot batu rendezvous
Through the night.

And, look! Here! While all the world is busy getting wasted,
In war and flaming nationalism and religious fanaticism and other drugs
Here I am, with a big black dog which has decided to adopt me for the night,
Completely alone in a beach park pavilion!
Small fire going, fragrant blend of hazelnut and limited-edition-year-of-the-Dragon coffee dripping
(it was on sale, guess cause we’re well into the snake already,
It’s a little old but still very pleasing, much like me)

Dripping dripping dripping through
The small brown Melita with the politically correct brown filter inside.
Hot water over beach wood in a small tin pot.
Steam, and flame,
And a dog (!) acting like a temple animal, posing
(sleeping)
Near the fire.

Yes.

Here I am,
Alone,
Busy.

Writing poetry- only briefly interrupted by a conversation with the dog,
While filling the pot with more water,
Time for seconds,
(get every drip you can out of the hazelnut dragon),
And while BANGING sticks HARD against the side of the cement fireplace.

“Dog,”
(I say)
“Why can some humans BE SO DAMNED CRUEL
What IS it? Is it cause we have two legs? Cause I mean
You guys with four legs, you’re much more steady,
You’re more predictable! Humans
We’re shaky, we have two legs, oh, Ilio
(I say, addressing the species in Hawaiian now)
YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT WE’RE GONNA SAY OR DO  (crack!) next!”
(bang, crack, feed the fire, hit another twig against the fireplace, this feels good,
try another one, it doesn’t break, a few times more, give up, feed it in whole,
who CARES if it pokes out the front and partial-hovers in the air)

It’s getting late.
The waves are my only background music.
I am alone, I am truly alone,
I do not want to leave the fire, even though I have early downtown appointments.

See, my campsite down the road is noisy tonight
With two leggeds
Trying their unstable best,
To be busy.

By 3singingeagles Ma’hinahinahina Rose
 

The Hitchhikers

On the back seat of my car the young faces bobbed up and down
My heart was happy just to see them there.
Though I did not see them much, drivin and makin smart ass comments
Occasionally to the side with attitude like some benevolent old New York
City taxicab driver
An old salt full of stories.

One of the young fresh clean-shaved smiling faces introduced himself as
"God's Own Loving Singing Joy Child".

God's Own Loving Singing Joy Child sang occasionally, during times of
Silence and driving, those little pockets where your mind goes
Meandering-well-you don't know where-and

Man, that made my beautiful heart feel SO good
Oh, is it good OR WHAT
That there are us Singing Loving God Children
Still alive, here and there,
Quietly defending our own extinction, like peaceful warriors in the
Bleachers quietly watching the drama and occasionally saying an
Under breathed liturgy, only when needed, coolness counts,

Not alerting anyone to our plight,
Not asking for endangered species protection, we ride here together,
Sometimes,
We find each other, maybe by chance,
A synchronous stopover in two nearby trees plus some alerting thing done
By one of us,
Song, Showy flap of wing,
(When flying alone and practicing alert-caution / camouflage behavior?)
Statistically, having these circumstances all together
Factor in the amount of surface area of the earth
Then, also, number of us still existing on the planet.

Thanks for sharing this rare event with me.

By 3singingeagles Ma’hinahinahina Rose