He who has coveted everything Looks at a poor man with envy Thinking surely, there must be Something that he has naught That the poor man does have Like freedom and time Maybe… Continue reading
They say we are stoned but I am sober Stoned since 1893 a feign for sovereignty against their plot for my poverty And their piracy
Pohaku in the rolling tides with smooth surface from being tumbled around still strong enough to be on a coconut string and slung to bring enemies down.
In an eternity of whitewash thrown over the fall those who try to surf not understanding
The cause retires just in time to dodge the effect set fourth
In all fairness is unfair When of high thought and low existence Per(ex)sistence will kill us all.