Barefoot Ramblings

It is the valley of one Where unrecorded names and anchors dissolve We got all of the beer bottles in town and we're going to drink them down, down, down

[barefootbandit]

Jealous Ocean

My love was lost beneath the sea,

she took my love away from me.

No longer under earth’s bright sky,

beneath dark sea my love does lie.

No breath escapes his dampened lips,

no touch escapes his fingertips,

no grin upon his lovely face,

no life in this dark resting place.

Fish feed upon his bright blue eyes

as if they were delicious French fries;

a crab now lives inside his skull

as if it were a sunken hull;

a shark consumed his once smart brain

as if it were the best champagne.

I can’t believe my love is gone;

his ship set sail at golden dawn.

No sleep had I that fateful day,

his skin had turned so ashen gray,

no dreams for me of peace and joy,

all hope of such, she did destroy.

My love was lost beneath the sea,

she took my love away from me.

[barefootbandit]

Aluna Ahiahi

As the sun goes down

slowly, slowly

over the horizon

It’s starlight, twilight

between morning and night

A warm, fading light

on sunset golden waves.

Aluna ahiahi

on Pali cliffs

to make a wish

on Kio-pa’a’s face.

The sun rests

from day long work

Where sleep quickly calls

Aluna ahiahi

as the night falls.

[barefootbandit]

Petal blossoms

Blush, white, red

Bright hibiscus

Face the sun

Kona eyes

Chocolate curls

Mocha man

Whipped-cream smile

Desire

Rooted in earth

Green and freshwater

Pink and tart

Taro into poi

[barefootbandit]

Deep, drifting tide

Lost in a blue puddle

Paddle hard, paddle fast

Sanctuary lost, sanctuary found

Waves spill on sand

Crash, splash

Salt in sea

Oceans come and go

Sun on skin

Salt on flesh

Naked inhibition

Life is free

[barefootbandit]

I opened the scratched

and faded shoe box

and pulled out pictures,

a turkey feather,

a nearly blank plane ticket stub,

the thermal ink all but erased by heat

and passing time.

“This is where my memories live,”

I told him,

my mouth turned down at the corners,

a furrow in my brow.

“They can’t live in my heart anymore,

there just isn’t room.”

[barefootbandit]

staring into the black,

just one small glow from another room.

The geometric illusions that dance in front

of your face as you rub your eyelids.

An overwhelming sense

of being the last person awake,

until you remember time zones

exist.

Somewhere, someone is starting their day

while you’re trying to fall asleep.

[barefootbandit]

Darkness and the sound of

sweet falling rain

an emotional cleansing

as I imagine wet, bare

earth under my feet

and the feel of water drops

on my naked flesh.

[barefootbandit]

Jolene was once just a song

then she came along

and now it’s semi-autobiographical.

[barefootbandit]

Thawing out the places

I’ve gone numb

and burning with

fire to live.

[barefootbandit]

Awakening

Cold nights make way

for flung open windows

and cricket song.

Do you smell the hyacinth

on a warm breeze?

Everything is blooming,

even you.

Shake off the gray

of winter,

burst into the light.

[barefootbandit]

There she was, the moon, voluminous in her splendor. I may have imagined it, the cloud formations taking on the symbol of the goddess, circular halo around her with two outward facing crescent wisps to the sides. In that moment, a cosmic signal that something truly wonderful was being manifested by celestial mother to one unforeseeable day, be gifted to an earthbound daughter.

[anancientheart]

ok universe, i’m ready to feel good things. make me feel good things.

[barefootbandit]

There is a cloud in my head

gray,

rumbling with thunder.

I can’t silence it.

The sounds

outside it are muffled

like sticking your ear against

the door

trying to eavesdrop

on arguing neighbors.

-The writer, describing what it feels like to be sick.

[barefootbandit]

You are a hurricane in an

otherwise calm landscape.

Your tumultousnes isn’t

something to fear;

each time you come

raging through is

an opportunity to

start anew.

[barefootbandit]

Once, you said we’d be together forever.

Now, you put a five dollar bill on the diner table as we say goodbye.

[barefootbandit]

She’s a million shattered pieces of dreams strung together on a graying rope. All of the parts are there, they’re just jumbled.

[barefootbandit]

Things You Spoiled

Someday, maybe I’ll be able to hear about a couple getting engaged and feel happy for them and not bitter.