Ola'i Manu Mele
Born as a result of two lust-driven beings,
who let passion possibly prevent their judgement.
They fell off this earth and into each other’s eyes,
unallowing of interruption and completely invested.
He had golden locks, woven stiff and adorned with seashells,
his mind manipulated music using the
plick-plucking of strings and
oh lord, the way he sings.
His memories smelled of fresh grass and white paint,
though he held within him a wisdom which surpassed the
rude beliefs of his surroundings and
His androgynous, hypnotic figure fused with his
fantastically ever-questioning mind
made little mamas feel faint.
She was a spark, a flame ready to be lit.
Her breath could gnash holes in dim reality,
creativity bled from
a mind as crooked as her teeth.
Limbs more powerful than every disaster she’d experienced,
a warrior built on the foundation of her own success
She could ignite inspiration in the most resistant of conformers,
a performer with undeniable passion
Beauty which made her admirers last and
she was a fast moving, right-doing, fighter of pain.
An earthquake struck, at 4 am, on December 4th
a 4.4 on the richter scale
Yin and yang intertwined
in a purple-berry playa-caked pain-stained
pad on wheels
two clouded heads trying to discover all the ways one could feel.
Fingertips dripped with the roar of a symphony
each instrument a desire for their own reality
They were beyond making sense since love seems to do that
blinds us to what’s gonna find us, reminds us
that it is not human to be alone.
The world’s creatures exploded with movement.
Her breath coming out in rough coughs
shaking the surface of
the late night peace.
The two could feel each hand gripping for stability,
the roots of trees wrapping around particles of dirt,
the entire city trying desperately to sustain itself,
remain itself, stay indulged in comfort.
And in the madness, a blue winged bird found herself
thought the motorhome was some kind of sanctuary
for the little heart ran herself right into it.
Dual gasps released
lifting of the fleece from bare skin,
pairs of peepers peering at a
flash of broken blue that regains consciousness quickly,
floats herself into the distance with
a dark sky song of
That is my name.
That is my name.
And I am every part of it.
I am a music manipulator, psychedelic figure, fiery tiger, bold warrior,
An urban goddess, pink princess, perfectly presented collision of creativity and
vehemence, i am the she-witch.
My limbs are covered in glitter and dust,
my memories smell of ocean, guavas and late-night lust.
I am a force refusing to be forgotten for my life pushes limits of comfort
I am thunder. I am a blue bird.
I am the result of a star’s wish to join itself with one,
It is done.
I am here.