joined on 03/01/06
last updated 04/10/08
June 24, 2007
hey sweet love, i long to hug your sol divine, so full of earth mama and papa sky. you are the truth and i love to share what makes us whole, what makes us rare. you are an african ma with the sun in your eyes, which gives you strength and helps you rise above the illusion of doubt and fear you help to remind me why i am here. together we sing and dance in da roots of ma, and swim in her cleansing pools, shoots bra! my purpose in life is to play with friends and i am thankful to share my love with you again and again...heehee...i love you goddess and i am forever thankful for our union. mmmmmmm you teach me life! mahalo!
November 21, 2006
Hoon is a secret weapon for the forces of light in the universe... a bit hidden and diminutive perhaps, but never daunted or diminished... a Hooniversal remedy for all ills... How appropriate that Hoon means water, that mystical substance that is the essence of life itself. The life force is strong with this one...
August 26, 2006
super great cat u are. hoon u rocked my world in a beautiful way. that trip to wiamanu was great. thanks for being u and loving what u love. i think ur one of the best writes ive ever read. ireally mean that. please send me more poems please........<>....
July 26, 2006
most loveable, want to squeeze and frolic wtih the beutiful fairy from the stars....always gettin along and easy to flow, and down to go on adventures through the jungle.... love you so much...
where oh where will you fly next.......
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about me
the water goes
to the oceans deep
waving blue secrets
where mermaids sleep
When spring came with a sun so strong
the roses burnt.
My shoulders peeled
And my burdens scattered like petals
in every direction
Each a beauty coated in a velvet
delicacy of its own
far beyond
the thorns I could never get passed
I wanted to know
these secrets
Of fortune, who whisper in shifting
Circles
In whirling seasons.
And how the day would fall
Slowly into twilight pools.
I needed to know
The nights’ travels
The dusty roads filled
with broken chari...
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i woke this morning
and stood in the sun
i searched the comfort of a home
for bread to eat
and beans to soak.
i sat in the window
with green leaves in my lap
and scattered them
some on the carpet
some on the grass.
there is a home
that sits, branched up in the pine
from my window
it looks so far
hidden in the green needles.
i know it is there
and i must look so small,
the house must seem so stuck
-so strange and permanent.
the trees are older than these walls
but fall...
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mirror of the world
how clear do you crack?
how crisp do you cry
and how do you breath?
the oceans are swirling empty
and forests falling down
your name has been erased
means nothing in our language
though is the very essence of our letters
and your blood speaks of dusted windows
we have painted shut.
where is the war
behind what fence
in what image,
the one stareing back at me
polished and clashing
with the parts
the whole doesnt remember
i am your sister
you are ...
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Tomorrow I will love you
Like another day
I will stand by you
Like another tree
In your forgotten forest
Loosing my leaves
And cloaking myself
In the thoughts
Of growing new ones
I will sit by
Your blue lake
And love the mirror
Of passing clouds
And the water
So deep
Covered with an eye of
sky
Today I will walk
All over the grass
And lay on the sandy shore
I knew the tides once
Before they go
I come back
To you
Bring fish flapping
In the air
And spl...
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Last night I could not ask the stars
their names;
-the lost shining,
Dancing behind the clouds.
A point of refuge
That rains like the willow;
Weeping by the river.
I’ve tried to keep what I’ve heard
And what I can not say
My heart will hold.
-the secret garden
Always blooming, and
Always wilting.
Always a path
bricked in circles,
Always a mother,
there with a bench
For you to rest.
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(blog entry)
When spring came with a sun so strong
the roses burnt.
My shoulders peeled
And my burdens scattered like petals
in every direction
Each a beauty coated in a velvet
delicacy of its own
far beyond
the thorns I could never get passed...
read more
...
(blog entry)
i woke this morning
and stood in the sun
i searched the comfort of a home
for bread to eat
and beans to soak.
i sat in the window
with green leaves in my lap
and scattered them
some on the carpet
some on the grass.
there is a home
tha...
read more
there is no exile
(blog entry)
mirror of the world
how clear do you crack?
how crisp do you cry
and how do you breath?
the oceans are swirling empty
and forests falling down
your name has been erased
means nothing in our language
though is the very essence of our let...
read more
Tomorrow I will love you
(blog entry)
Tomorrow I will love you
Like another day
I will stand by you
Like another tree
In your forgotten forest
Loosing my leaves
And cloaking myself
In the thoughts
Of growing new ones
I will sit by
Your blue lake
And love the mirro...
read more
Hope
(blog entry)
Last night I could not ask the stars
their names;
-the lost shining,
Dancing behind the clouds.
A point of refuge
That rains like the willow;
Weeping by the river.
I’ve tried to keep what I’ve heard
And what I can not say
My hear...
read more
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