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come Lord Jesus – May 3

Posted on May 3, 2016 by landl30

5.3.2016 so much scrambling day to day to night to day to fill, to foil, to find or forget I call to you for quiet, or rest, or something, anything to calm the panic hustle hassle of my soul. … Continue reading →

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a writing day – January 8

Posted on January 9, 2016 by landl30

1.8.2016 a writing day stuck to the chair fingers on the keyboard unaware of any time to be off ideas floating constant ahead. no rest until done a writing day ended only by son. … Continue reading →

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Iolani Palace – May 28

Posted on May 29, 2015 by landl30

5.28.2015 uneasy lies the head that wears the crown so Kalākaua built his palace to fend the closing in presences from America. ————————–

Posted in poetry | Tagged annexation, betrayal, burdens, Hawaii, kingdom, leadership, pressure, projecting, protecting, royalty, strife, struggle, tension | 2 Comments

Whiplash – February 9

Posted on February 10, 2015 by landl30

2.9.2015 touching deep into a dark hole probing for an ego that will not break for a soul that will accept sacrifice but at what cost to the others in the hole. —————–

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night before – October 30

Posted on October 31, 2014 by landl30

10.30.2014 night before a trip seems slow and tiring anxious and unending as if the bags will never pack and there’s always one more trick to accomplish like getting some sleep except, except what did I forget it’s on the … Continue reading →

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a shorty – April 12

Posted on April 12, 2013 by landl30

4.12 A shorty tonight time being too damned tight, except for my son he’s the only one… ————————————–

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