| Notebooks |
| "I save all my notebooks, and from time to time when I don't know what to write, I read them over and find the first line of a poem which I started but couldn't finish and sometimes I'm able to finish it. Nothing you write is ever lost to you. At some other level our mind is working on it." --Erica Jong |
| Friendship: Defined on a Whim What do you do when Friendships go sour? When all things nice and pleasant are gone and devoured? Give the opposition all the power? Or leave them in bliss to ponder? Now every move every moment is watched and carefully studied. Until you reach your pivotal moment of despair. To the moment when your whole being is as light as air. Then to the moment when your whole being is muddied and mared. What is more beneficial a friend or a foe? |
| I wrote Friendship: Defined on a whim in Februrary of 2005, as I was going through a difficult moment with a friend.... |
| Valentine's Day At the sound of her voice my heart skips a beat. I begin to tremble. My excitement takes control of my mouth I don't know what to utter... I'm in second grade again,--High School, I'm full of silence-timidity. I don't know what to say... The most popular comes to mind, "How are you?" My mind is flooded with memories, What does she look like now? Has she changed? My mind is flooded with questions, I know I am still in love with her I want to be with her...every moment, every second. I thought I said good-bye? I begin to consume my thoughts with wonder... What was her heart going to say that day? What were her emotions going to say that day? I know, I begin to realize I am still in love with her. I thought I said GOODBYE? |
| The next poem, Valentine's Day, I wrote the day before Valentine's Day (Februrary 2005). I called an admirer to wish her a happy valentine's day. I had no intent to stir up emotions of the past, burried emotions, I was simply thinking of her the day before, and I called to wish her well...I hope you enjoy this one. |
| FAREWELL This Lei I give to you Is for all my feelings that are true. I remember the conversations we've had The ones that were good and the ones that were bad. There is a brown spot on that lei, that keeps the beauty at bay. It is our relationship, this brown spot, keeping us apart & away. From the beauty entitled to the Lei. Here's a Lei that means farewell, I've got to go home now. So take care, and we'll meet again, somewhere, somehow. This Lei I give to you It simply means farewell. |
| I wrote FAREWELL, in my moment of despair. I wanted to say goodbye to the girl I admired but I just didn't know how, and this is what came out.... |
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| Hafa Ta Chogue Guaha esti na palao'an Hu sen guaiya i matana. Ai Adai, Hafa ta chogue Yangin ti ha yana lokkue. Guaha esti na flores gi san luchan Kada man floflores put uchan Hu hahasso hao na palao'an I matamu na lumanlam. Ai Adai, Hafa ta chogue Yangin ti ha yana lokkue. Guelo yan Guela kao sina un ayuda yu Guelo yan Guela kuentusi i korason-na Kuentusi para i guinaiya-ku nu guiya. Guelo yan Guela kuentusi i manaina-na Kuentusi para i guinaiya-ku nu i hagan-niha. Guelo yan Guela kuentusi i manelu-na Kuentusi para i guinaiya-ku nu i chelun-niha. Guelo yan Guela Kao Sina un ayuda yu Nai yu un chansa un fabot. |
| The poem Hafa Ta Chogue is acutually a song that I make up, everytime I make a Lei. I sing this song, it has become my signature song as I make a lei, so I decided to write it down and share it with you. I like to sing to the flowers so their fragrance will pour out, and become stronger to attract more attention--Especially--to the girl I am singing to. |