Hulukoala

Young Koala From Hawaii just trying to stay positive and grow through art.

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Scribe

If you asked,

And I beg you ask,

I’d etch the tomes of my soul fed compliments underneath my skin,

For if I’m a son of Adam, a product of sin,

From earth, dirt, mud, holy magic or bliss, I would be amiss,

To not recognize to this, that miracles do exist,

And all these ancient scrolls,

These millennia peppered by with worship of raving clerical,

Are brought about by these written words,

And so to not scramble to record would be absurd,

For Antinous thousands of statues carved,

For Wallis the crown cast aside,

For Penelope the Odyssey sailed,

Oh Luthien, you are the existence that has proven the gods grace,

Oh falcon cloaked Freya you come from a different realm,

Oh Laila for you I become Manju using the entire desert as my paper,

Now do you see as my grubby little fingers scratch,

There is no better task than recording something so royal.

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Sleeping Grass

I smelt sleeping grass last night

I smelt sleeping grass, the distinct blend of dew and earth, strangely sweet, from my lumpy sleeping mat last night 

I smelt many things last night

I smelt the dying charcoal of slow fed fire warning the dark away

I smelt the distinct smell of a new pack of playing cards cracked opened and shuffled

I smelt the clean crisp scent of pine sap, which makes you want to sneeze and gasp at the same time

I smelt the icy breeze of snow that opens the nostrils and stretches the skin

I smelt thyme and wild sage salted and simmering in oil with lepus who has recently leaped its last

I smelt hot cocoa with smoldering s’mores smeared to perfection 

I smelt gentle ghosts on the wind, who possessed companions briefly to tell their tales

I smelt rotting logs, chalk like and spongy making for the perfect stool

Last night I smelt the woods and the dying wild

And I hope on my last day as my soul leaves this vessel

That my nostrils last pull is full of the odor of last night

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808 scraps 1-4. A series. 

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Sunlight

Simpy simp be me, whoopee.

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Girl have I not told you,

That you are the sun?,

Of course I have,

For you are the light breaking on the horizon,

The chittering of birds in the orange colored mist of the morn,

Rice fields during harvest with yellow stalks and dying dusk,

But you seem to fail to understand that you are also the moon,

For without the sun the moon is simply an astroid moving through the endless cold,

The gleam and gloom we see beckoning,

Its illumination, 

Is only possible because of you,

Its orbital dance with earth because of your stationary presence,

And therefore the push and pull of tides on all shores,

All evidence of your unquestionable brilliance,

The seasons only rise and fall with your existence,

Your glow breaks glaciers and brings about floods,

Sears sand vipers down to their skins in the Sahara,

Societies have thrown down their worldly possessions in your name,

And slaughtered unfathomably in dedicated sacrifice,

Those granted sight weep in your presence,

And some blind themselves to simply stare longer,

I understand that this maybe hard for you to understand,

As you are this celestial being,

But existence comes from you,

For without you eyes would not have formed,

To view all that you shine upon.

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Pa’u Riders

Back in the day it wasn’t uncommon for Paniolo and Pa’u riders to be seen on the beaches of Hawaii. 

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King of terror on a teddy bear throne. 

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Downed Bird

Downed Birds In The Surf

Struggle to catch the wind again

To alight and fly on by

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Tora, Tora, Tora.

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Silversword boy of the island of fire and ice.

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Heather

hey,

Don’t nibble on my ear little monkey,

Cause, just a young nanuk trying to stay afloat,

And you about to make this mustang buck,

So release my lobe,

Or I’ll heave you into heather.

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Girls are celestial beings. Full stop.

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Little spoon

I can’t be the little spoon

And you know that full well

Same that I don’t like your toes tracing on my ankles

Or you braiding my hair

Well when I had long hair

I don’t like it when girls blow on my ear

Not that I want guys doing that either

But I know you like being big spoon

Because you like your tummy warm

So I let you hold me close until you go

But only once in a blue moon

I let you press hot air on my ear

And you still play with my hair even though its short

But not the toes on my ankle

Thats just fucking weird and your feet are cold

I let you do the other things though

And it should be obvious why

Because we watch villanelle

And you talk about confidence

How you wish you were at that level

And I just wish you would let me put you back together

But I should probably do that myself first

Cause I know you don’t love me

Not that way I mean

Cause I look in your eye

And I see someone just wanting safety

And afraid of getting hurt by someone else

Shattering something that has been attacked from your start

Because its happened so many times

Like furniture in a Jackie chan flick

And you look at me as something that won’t break you

And you love me for not being the world with a stick

And you know

And I’m cool with that

Because I’m used to puzzles

And I can bash the pieces back into place

So Its okay that you to big spoon me

But only once in a while

I can’t take much more than that

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Someone said I make a lotta psychedelic-esque stuff. I just like colors bro.

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Lil leaf

My life was calm,

       And then a hurricane,

The tearing of this

                                 black and white photograph,

Finding the seams I never knew,

I am a leaf,

Or even less,

For I am tossed and torn,

Eviscerated into particles,

Before the tempest,

For it cares nothing for a leaf.

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Girls girls girls, gorgeous all over the world. Whirl you around and burn you down, they can feel like a crown on your head. 

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Oooga booga booga. Kinda creepy.

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Title: 3am park pals. Drunken park nights lead to fights with hands that are light.