The Narrow Path

You are the path less taken.

The road I’d take;

The direction I’d follow.

You are a completely complex map of highways that lead me into your direction.

The reason I take your direction is because all roads lead back to you.

As the pathways fade; you are always there and in my direction your path leads my way.

You lead me down a path that is filled with your favorite flowers.

Although the path lay deadly, you beckon to me to meet you down the narrow highway and in return, you poison me potently with your smell of Spring which is like a forbidden elixir into your rite of passage.

Loving you and taking your road is a pathway.

It is my religion to think of you often everyday as your path leads me toward endless possibilities of happiness and maybe in another lifetime, we’ll meet again and our roads, our directions, our paths and our dreams may come to a collision once again.

You are the only person who is so completely complicated and complex that your narrow pathway becomes the direction I’d take home.

You are the narrow pathway; the road less taken.

The Tide

He is gone like the wind and the rest of the world can go away.
For when he comes back he comes back to kiss me like the tide.

Thanatos

His skin is the color of coffee cream and his eyes are like cold but hiding warmth like Summer in Spring until the warmth will fade.

Growth and Anatomy

You make beauty grow

in all the places that

are generally

dead and your anatomy

is of both flowers and stars.

The Navigator

A long time ago, if you were under the full moon and you were a child molester, you’d become sick after being in the ocean for too long.

They say in the islands that if you were in the ocean you’d die.

Once the navigators used to bring food to a grieving highlander.

There was a stranger who was always sick under the full moon so the navigators had brought them from another island from up north.

The navigators depended on the wind and the direction of the wind to tell them when it would rain. They depended on the clouds and the stars to tell them where the storms would go and where and when they’d come.

One day they went under the full moon and brought their friend to be healed but when they had learned of Highlander’s death, the Navigators trekked back and found the children were dead because they were raped by a sick man. He was the very sick man they had brought to be healed so they pushed him into the water and Chaife’ the sea God grabbed him underwater to drown.

Chaife’ had sent the aniti or river spirits to grab the man and when they grabbed him, he came back.

Floating. But dead.

The Highlander

They say that the highlander was chief of the land.

He payed homage to the taotaomo’na. The death Gods found in the trees on the land.

If you should approach a tree and give him an offering, he shall give you the knowledge of the roong also called “the root,” or the root of knowledge.

One day, the highlander found his wife being shamed by two men following another woman and in return, to shame him more, they took the head of the wife and chopped it off and dismembered her body and put her in a banyan tree.

This happened amongst the guinaife, meaning the villagers and soon the highlander placed a large amount of fish in front of the banyan tree in the hopes that the villagers would not be harmed and that they would stop their activities of raping women.

So the banyan tree everyday was given sacred meat and offerings to it, but soon, as the banyan tree grew taller each day he cared for it, one by one, the people who shamed their women had been killed and dismembered.

Some blamed the highlander and do the highlander took his life and killed himself on the banyan tree and vowed yo protect his people as well as their wives.

They say those who venture into the night could hear the rustling of the trees and that the appearance of women would ease it.

Taotaomo’na-The Tree Spirit

They say that the trees

speak to one another of

ancient magick and

of the past sins of others.

They will soon come back for you.

Empty

You’ve left me empty;

hollow; and I never want

to see you again.

Swell Mutuals

Well,

The grass is still green and the moon will always be low.

But it still ain’t nothing without you around here bothering me.

I don’t think I’ll ever get to see you again but it sure was nice having you around me.

The night breeze feels swell and the air is definitely sweet but you take me way back in time.

So of course you can change time but it relies more on mere memory.

It’s okay.

Knowing we may not see each other ever again.

I mean to say it’s swell and the feeling is mutual.

Just know that we will meet each other again.

After all this white noise and you and I will be happier than we were.

The Island

At an island if you were an islander you would only belong to yourself meaning you would be able to sustain, support and protect yourself with whatever the island provided as you are one man to yourself.

They say if the island did not love you, it would never have called you back…..

If there was no love; no island; none other forms of life would exist and would be without and we would be unable to sustain or reproduce life.

God of The Sea

You should listen to

the sea more often for

you are akin to

Neptune who is God of the

oceans; son of Poseidon.

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The Pacific Highways

Pacific lands where navigators have tread

with their proas and their boats.

Their paths which were a diaspora of

ancient lands. A sea-state filled with coconut trees and abundant with fish

with natural immunity to disease through their natural, organic medicines

and the grainy sand beneath your feet.

Where they swim in their lagoons,

their waterfalls and current tides

with their latte and huts made of palm.

The water running through dark; golden brown tanned skin.

They were once Gods.

They were the ones who navigated the lagoons; the oceans.

Their feet nestled in the sea as they traced and traveled the sea’s highways and broke them into navy blue roads.

They have been Gods.

Gods who were abundant.

Forget the NAVY blue roads.

Forget your concrete jungles.

Become Gods.

Again.

Where your tattoos charted maps of the currents.

Where the tides were on your arms.

Where Pacific Ocean Highways were built

through the current.

Sleeping..

I often think of

you all the time though. The mere

thought of you sleeping

and breathing and just being

healthy and safe is enough.

Island Boy Part 6

Island boy, Island

man, island God of the sea,

do you ask me to

love you? because I feel like

I have loved you since we’ve met.

Island Boy Part 5

With your golden-tanned

skin glowing beneath the sun

glimmering like stars

even beneath a moonlit

beach; you are a golden God.

Island Boy Part 4

Island boy, with your

Golden-tanned skin, as you tread

the sandy beaches,

you meditate the sea and

slowly enchant all my dreams.

Insanity

O Islander boy,

Pacific Islander boy

from the Mortlock lagoon!

When will you tell me you love

me?! I slowly go insane.

The Islander Part 3

Honey? Do you know

that you wear your roong on your

sleeve for them to see?

Don’t you know that when you touch

me, you touch me like some God?

The Islander Part 2

You are an island

just a man from Mortlock who

kisses my forehead

and who loves me very much;

who kisses me like a God.

The Islander

You were an island boy

who was misunderstood when

I had met you. Now,

you are an island man that

I love with all of my heart.

Truly

You make my day bright

whenever I remember

the touch of your lips to the

hairs on my head that tell me

you truly care just for me.

Soulmate

When he hugs me and

smells my hair makes my best days

the happiest as

he side-glances at me as

he sees the core of my soul.

Still

I still think about

you. We’re buildings away but

you’re always on my

mind and you will continue

on in my dreams forever.