Con un Fuego Insurgente

Ashes of fallout from smoke rising swiftly

blacken the pages of a stolen history

still surrounded in mystery

like mist in the valley of indigenous territory

cloaking a victory unknown to the enemy

billowing forth with the rage of the elements

in the age of descendants

is the flame of insurgents

to reclaim or burn it

in the name of a movement

and the fire will prove it pure or remove it

(love it or lose it) leave it or choose it

because what will be left is what grows for the future.

Kaiaarahi

I write prophecy in poetry to live longer than I breathe

further than I can see and better than I could be

to touch the feet of eternity

and know my time to leave.

People will ignore everything

but not everybody

and this stream that begins from a mountain at sunrise

retains the knowledge of a thousand lives side by side

ancient tribes walk now with their children

marveling at the fantastic destruction

incredible disfunction

but we're now past the junction

of a coloniser's fate, for them it's too late

they cheated their own race

and those who walk at the pace of the world

as a koru unfurls

will live just long enough to see

the world of our destiny

A new dawn in Chiapas

Illuminating from an eastern location

in the opposite direction I'm facing

it's the sky - so amazing as it's rapidly changing

from the darkest of nights to lighter blue shading

profiles of mountains appear in relation to earth and sky

so close they align and for a moment 

we all breathe at the same time

a frequency of the divine

an instant of infinite vibrational conduits

immaculate concepts

spectacular convex of energy

then its, gone in an instant

as the day claims it's distance

between earth and sky

and sky and I

Soulution

Beyond mountains of gold where countless untold stories unfold

I meet my soul on the road to an unproven destiny

manifest energy, bumping like atoms not split into weaponry

supernaturally occurring in everything

the potential of life and I drink from the spring

conscious remembering while its all happening

gone are the times I'm defined by my enemy

since receiving a prophecy from astral reality

the source of the solution is listening

Tino Rangatiratanga

I carry the flag as I stand at the gate

represent why I came to this moment and place

Self-determination on every face that this movement liberates

to pass on the fire that burns in totality

purifies naturally 

the world of enlightenment unfurled in front of me

striking a course of inevitability

so I move with this flag 

and the prophecy lives in me

three bold colours that represent sovereignty

CONNECT AND RELEASE

This is the plan, but is it a trap

water is life and whose right is that?

blood in the drain, indigenous again

all over fighting a cloud for the rain.

Connect and release the spirits for keeps

Intelligent remembrance my peeps.

EVOLUTION IS MY ONLY OBLIGATION

In between illicit states of destiny and fate

and sideways expectations to renegotiate

for a stand that I have to make

a stake in the ground of a sacred place

the least of which is a claim

but an anchor from the waves

and the chemicals I begin to crave

and the self retains what the selfish refrains

for true energy is reserved for the brave

in a duel to save

a momentum regained

metaphysically explained

in mysterious ways

now illusion dissolves

as the purpose of the heart is resolved

with no more expectation than the obligation to evolve

and in between states of destiny and fate

the world revolves again 

and I find my place.

Strong

Can you hold strong to the end

with the will of a best friend

no rest from the test and then do it again.

EXIST

Until the sun is high again and I fly again

there is no deliverance from repeat offense

just a sweet pretense

revealing the same indifference

cause people are suffering

and I'm here amongst them

my cousins and friends

brothers and men 

will discover again

that love never ends

Pound fist to this

and exist.

Write the Truth

Right the truth with the heart

Unbelievable start

dig deeper than sleepless

to achievable paths

beyond layers and masks

and the questions we ask

of an undeniable past

the sun rises at last.

Awake The Spirit

Pretending like I understand

All from the heart

He's kidding himself from the start

wearing an LED shirt in the dark

saying "awake the spirit"

I say light it up amigo, like it was in the club

and he does

and suddenly there's love.

The world where I live

The world where I live is intuitive and fluid

many streams running through it

continuous movement

Greens and blues with light infused

a heart so big it gets confused

when something this beautiful is abused

What is it that silhouettes hide

a sadness in the eyes, 

a life of compromise

the conscious minds share your demise

and thats why all have to rise

as all streams make a path back to the start

of the world where I live

to receive is to give.

TRUTH

Truth is.

LUCE MAR

Boats resting on the beach at night

the whites of eyes catch glimpses behind

the shadows of trees in streetlight

the flick of my lighter attracts inattention

everybody with their own business to mind

and with just a bit more in this roach and bottle of coke

I can stay here and smoke

as my own shadow hopes so deep that I cope

The light of a dark beach uneasily acknowledged

met by the comfort of herb in rolled paper

resting easy between fingers like a lever

that can compound or release

an essence of energy

the rest is up to me

I write poetry.

SELF DETERMINATION

Determined in a spark

the electricity of art

creations inspiration

multiple levels apart

but not more than the heart.

The unlimited will still travels through life

like water through light

like a kid rides a bike

initiated all in atomic time

- then someone borrows my light 

it turns out for a crack pipe, 

right in the middle of the sentence that I write -

and despite this the universe is prepared for the fight

It all changes if you get one thing right...

my poetry

Just like my poetry is flowin free,

don't know how it got so far away from me

but it's definitely back 1000 times that

It's how I see this world's not concrete

but flows like a river meets

every single tributary.

Subliminal Sounds

Interesting how subliminal sounds

move not through air but underground

and ears are not piqued but energy speaks

through the callousing skin of the feet.

Untenable feats, imaginably

enter the stream from beneath and release

to the calmest of streets comes the mother of beasts

subtle and sweet and at peace.

THE EVOLUTIONARIES

Changers remain, effectively the same

as all other energies rearrange and reclaim

invoking perspectives, unhidden objectives

Unable to help but whistle affections

Does it steer new directions

or prismic reflections of a phase to remember conception

Energy's like this sometimes and despite this

can move through a light switch

expanding an iris

divine realignment

triangulate motion and depth

in an eyeblink.

ability to universally link 

and instantly change the way people think

POETRICITY

Poetricity, infinite capacity

what will it be next or before me

The essence of everything essential.

Is impossibility so attractive or counterreactive,

I let it touch me but I cannot make it stay.

Are lucid sessions my indefinitions, 

and why do they calm my soul?

Intangibility is the rest of what makes me whole...

guess this one's unresolved :-)

B

Bound to be,

found for free.

Symmetry finds itself inevitably.

Polynesia Relates

Polynesia relates, relatives like crates and no one escapes washing the plates.

Open your heart if you can't let out the dark, then let in the light

there's no corners inside, there. Might exist everywhere but not there

He kokonga ngakau e kore e kitea

The unseen heart has a divine spark, intricate pulsations light years apart

independently connected to each of the stars, venus and mars

and in between is the blue star.

Change all around and remember the sound 

when ultra-embrionically you were found.

Rongomau, is it peace or permanence you seek?

impressions upon soft tissue become

the tikanga of Pumauranga.