1 - CALL OUT TO ME

 

the afternoon is hours and the night is endlessly,

the trade winds are blowing to the lee ward from the east;

call out to me, let me hear you sing.

On the slope of mauna loa, the lavas flowing to the sea,

like the rain in hamakua... i'm reaching up into your leaves, Reach out to me...let me hear you sing.    

your salt tastes sweet, i'm crawling in you like a bee, i'm crawling in you baby like a honey bee (wrapped up in a bed sheet)

Yeah - i love to hear you come, wrapped up in a bed sheet.

call out to me. 

 

2 - THREE SUMMER STORIES

 

My first real surf board was a lightning bolt

I was so stoked, I practically slept with that thing

Some nights before we went out surfing…

man……I could barely sleep

 

Awww baby check this wave out!

I got so barreled and still made it out

I got my style down just like Lopez

On our way home lets stop for an Icee

 

We used to trick out these old stingrays

Take the seat off and the fenders off

Strip the bike down of everything that it didn’t need

Bend the handlebars out wide

Make it look like a – make it look like a flat track

I had this old orange BSA motorcycle t-shirt

that my brother gave me…I used to wear it in the rain

We’d make motocross races in the park

Set up a ramp – see how many trash cans we could jump, I thought I was Steve Mcqueen

 

Paint it black with a can of  house paint

get some forks and stretch the extension

oh, o – o – o on any Sunday

evil Kanieval’s gonna jump the grand canyon!

 

In my punk rock mod days

I used to drive a vespa motor scooter

I had this beautiful 150 vespa sprint

With a full wind screen and a cop seat

Bought it out on the windward side,

Drove it home  - Never forget it,

I painted it maroon and cream

Decked it out with a Hawaiian flag  And a bunch of mirrors

We had a little scooter club

It was total quadrophenia

We used to riding down, go out dancing to ska

Down in Waikiki

We were cool and the gang until marky crashed and mikey died

 

Aw let’s drive around the island

And maybe catch a  flick at waialae drive-in

We’ll make the scene you know the girls like riding

I like to dive in the thunder and lightning

 

3 - LIFE IS HARD

 

life is hard and it's complicated; I medicate myself

going gets tough and I can't relate; I medicate myself

 

psychedelic sunday, peyote monday, extacy tuesday, collieweed on wedesday

speed on thursday, alchohol friday, mesculin saturday, and again on sunday ... 

 

life is hard and it's complicated; we medicate ourselves

going gets tough and we can't relate; we medicate ourselves

 

zolof sunnday, xanex monday, Lexapro tuesday, Wellbutrin wednesday

Paxil on thursday, Valium on friday, Celexa on saturday, Elavil on sunday

 

However did it come to this?!?! that I must work all day instead of hunt and fish

I want my bow and arrow back.... I wanna kill my own food and farm my land

Don't wanna live vicariously, don't wanna stare into that t.v. screen...

Don't want what they're selling me, don't wanna be their little worker bee.

 

We're so far from where we've come... got us praying all day until the kingdom come

this was once a garden of eden, now everybody's toiling and eating lithium.

 

I got my rent check, my health check, gas bill,  electric bill, my cell phone bill,  home phone bill , water bill and internet bill......

I wanna build a life with my own hands, not one that's laid out for me like a shelf full of cans.

 

 

4 - GODLESS CHURCH

 

while i was out walking in the godless church

of the great outdoors on the space ship earth

the mountains glaciers where dripping into cool clean droplets

of water flowing back gently back into the dirt

 

I followed the stream down through the alpine line

past the tundra where the eagles fly,

down into valleys shaded with tall trees

above moist beds thick with fallen leaves

 

I came upon a pond with deer head bent drinking

ears turned hard back  listening

a whole forest knowing of my approaching

coming down off the mountain I felt that it could take me

and I would not ultimately mind

not as I would if in a hospital bed

while being fed vicaden and morphine through a drip

I'd rather have my bones picked clean by ants & animal teeth

 

here in the godless church

the original thought rings on and on

here in the godless church

the original original truth echos on and on

 

every lesson here in the godless church

of the great outdoors on the space ship earth

for here in nature - reason has no question

is - is just is

 

here in the godless church

the original thought rings on and on

here in the godless church

the original original truth echos on and on

 

(every lesson here in the godless church

the last sactuary of the sacred)

 

5 - I'M NOT GONNA WANNA LEAVE WHEN IT'S TIME TO GO

 

6 - MY PAST IS A MYSTERY & MY FUTURE IS UN-WRITTEN

 

7 - NEVER TRADE THESE DAYS

 

slicked down angel's street

of snow and brown branches

tree limbs ladened  with loves abundant

and a world's redundant

ever flowing lotion of

memories with out solvent

like an opaque ocean

of so many life times lived in one skin

a blend of happenstance

decisions and actions

sacred geometry in a tree leaf

a conch shell in a cornucopia

a possum paw and the hand of man

in a muscle and a labia

this rhythm is longer than all our lives

and this moment burns

but really means nothing

in the long run

I let it take me

like a river runs into the sea

like color through a maple angel leaf

the pain of my aging

goes with out saying

that I would miss all this

and in fact don't understand it

but love to see how

it evolves and rolls

and how my life seems to unfold

ever changing - re-arranging

weaving and wandering

fucking up and squandering

drunken and pondering

knowing only of my life's longing

to live it all - love it all

before my life's fall

from my will to live at all

into the winter of my reenactment

of every moment I ever  held onto

every joy that ever got me through

the onslaught of my involvement

with this world and it's ways…no...

I would never trade these  days x3

 

birds wing knifing night

she softly closing up behind it

moon spreading milk on black water

curtains drawn over muffled lover

tree's leaves casting blankets of shadows on streets

on starlight cream and molasses streets

clocks ticking diligence goes unnoticed

persistent little fucker

( yeah - glad to not have its job )

the smell of rain in my memory

a thunder clap in the palm of my hand

the earth is oozing dew from deep inside

 fire flies are turning in the summer sky

it's a night like this

where secrets get revealed

someone's gonna lose their piece of mind tonight

 

aint it just like gravity

to hold you close to her?

holding on like a lover she gave birth to

wings like mercury

with a roof of stars we cant reach and hardly see

but imagination  is a wondrous thing

Icarus still got higher

than all the human beings

but mass knows to keep you close

all truth flows from the earth

 

Tucked in the folds

of the origami infinite lotus,

of life's time continuum,

Creation's little details,

more wondrous than the space shuttle,

quietly superimpose upon each other,

forming 3 dimensional layers of petals

unfolding onward - transparent in our hustling din.

we're living with the question

without an answer…

that's the first thing you gotta

get used to

“I don't have enough fire

to put out all that water”

…if it feels good do it,

if it doesn't... don't

 

Threadbare and high on life

leaving a transparent rubber tire track trail all across the american map

a summer moons reflection in a night blackened pool.

it all starts with love –

this is the beginning

 

“our obsession with angels

is our obsession with ourselves

every angel all of us,

inside our skin is wings,

divinity in a tree leaf,

and in every living thing…”

like silt in the bottom

of a bottle of wine,

every husk tells the story

of an entire lifetime

distilled in all our senses is the essence of our being,

yeah man - religion isn't supple enough

to bend like the limbs of trees

I just can't seem to hold it any more

there's just too many pieces,

and they're tumbling to the floor,

my is filled up with more threads

than I can follow

some much years,

so much joy and sorrow,

my mind's filled with thing's I can't keep

so much crop and some are going fallow

too much field and not enough plow for me to follow

 

when you get my age you start to prioritize

knowing you can't realize all the dreams

you got stored up inside

life used to seem so simple –

like we had so much time

now I'm watching a generation fall

we all gonna fall like dominoes man

 

pinned down crimson,

sea worn and forlorn

following the flow 

of the ancient undertow

rolling ever onward –

now my time is waning

I felt that first hit today,

like I have lived more days

than I have left

time is moving faster

than the endless grand chasm that my childhood summers felt like

in the slow motion clock of my youth

 

(If seen the edge of the downward slope into middle age

and I don't want to relent to it

 

who could hold the bowl big enough

to hole all that life would spill?

who's mouth not over flow?

I been down so many roads...

did I lose my way ?

 

I been down so many roads...

did I lose my way? ?

I guess I followed my heart... 

did it lead me astray?

when I look back upon my life

so many lifetimes it seems to me,

how many lives can one man lead?

 

( … feels like I 'm doing battle with something the consistency of a ghost )

 

8 - LITTLE BLOSSOMS FALLING DOWN

 

I turn on the t.v.

turn it off... put on the radio

everyone's talking about

all of the troubles in the world

the commercials remind me

who's funding the drama

turn it off, turn on the stereo

 

we do what we can

we do what we must

but I need to remember

 

when I go walking

in the valley of the ko'olaus

the smell of the ginger

and the guava on the ground

and when I go swimming

in the surf at makapuu

I let it take me

 

and then I remember

and then I remember

all the beauty in this world

and then I remember

and then I remember

 

and when I am dinning

with my friends in the purple night

I love all the farmers

and ones who make the wine

I love all the laughter

I love all the stars

up in the sky

 

it's then  I remember

all the beauty in this world

 

when I listen to music

and the song that makes you cry

(I love all the passion)

 

page after page

of a favorite book

I am in wonder

 

It helps me remember

all the beauty in this world

 

with a child's eye

I take it in

little blossums falling down

and the tide of time

comes rushing in

while we linger ...on

 

I think of the painters

I think of the poets

I think of all the folks I've know

I think of the lovers

I think of the lovers

 

 

9 - YOU'RE LIKE A WHISPERWILL

 

You're like a whisperwill when you walk

(awwwww comin' on down ther street)

You're like a bird that sings in the dark

(... when I'm tryin' to get some sleep!)

You're like a bell that rings in my heart

(... when peace of my is hard enough to keep)

You're like a whisperwill when you walk

 

Take a moment slow down, and come over here,

I love it when you're sleepy... and you got that bird's nest hair

(awwwwww.... saunter on darling)