Eco Decoded

                       Science Fiction

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Eco Decoded 

She wanders up the old jeep path, goal directed, one objective in mind.

Her goal will have a point of honor--the simplicity of not buying into something you don't like--creating a replacement entity. 

Yes, the entity will be an official with its own poetics--one of those off-color authoritarians with a built-in feline timeline (as if an old-fashioned scifi writer who believes in herself, not taken to saying anything to win a point such as motherhood would).

It will endure brief moments in history such as when one must have a mink to gain respect.

It will be gifted with age so as to refuse to give a nanometer and, will demand instant retail retaliation far beyond anything theHumans could ever have imagined in the early 21stCentury.

It will owe nothing to theNetworks--the ones who set themselves in surrealisms conjured to cover with glory--eco decoded to be the rightful escort for humanity.

It will make another little dent in the universe suitable for …who? 

Science Fiction

Wild Blue

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Destiny Algorithm

At theJungle she allows herself to notice a destiny algorithm poised toward her, one that expects answers to a singularity call of duty with unraveling gestures, seemingly, rising from the dead to appear unavailing. 

She's hoping her future doesn't look like a premonition. 

This place will never be a quick access to a cheery morning of talks, backpedaling into the afternoon as steam and the rain weaken the fabric of space-time just outside her window to theJungle.

It seems to be empowered by all sorts of [veneers of morality intellectually tasked="vomit"]. She checks her code to see if it's correct--an algorithm that envies the dead with bold curiosity?

Will it soon explode in banal urbanities with [algorithm simplex systems="ass"]? Will it enter and devastate the forests behind in a [masking eager of want="meow"], pretending to be a pigment expert looking for cozy DNA attributes, one with instant opinions, eager to know? 

What a surprise it must have been, the day the old hunters had discovered [jungle energy systems under stress="jesus"] as assembly robots working round the clock, making few mistakes.

A machine made more dangerous by the simple discard of theHuman guidance system? Really?

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The Birthing Camp  

The darker reaches of heart-warmth find the heartwood, the hysterical terrains of history. It's a sentimental timber with breezy timbres making insensitive niceties--never once upset by a sunset, or by the vulnerable, the valuable.

Streams drip over lush-filled paths in drifts of teenage exuberance. A profiling fling of water cascades as if enticed by targeted minds with sheer merriment to conquer. 

Water everywhere, oozing with its own Darwinian gift to a mother for [history innovation review society on new surveillance="her_sons"]. 

She was the one who brought fragrance to the soft, the inner ingredients for fleshy preferred perfumes in eager wager to taste the green in the balmy reaches--the tree belts, the bio-shields against impact. 

Iceberg birthing camps once offered endless grips for each quantum of light newly arrived.

A revenge of extremes must, sooner or later, take ownership of its headwaters, but for now,

legend creates its own pardon principle. 

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Attacks of Consciousness

Hers is an evergreen story. It falls natural on timelines, each a distant limelight needing for itself no tale for retaliation. It grows greener with every news, and yet, immobile as the distance, as if a lazy sunset held in place by hazy instants of greed. 

It's the place where the overenthusiastic eventual had occurred.

Yes, a place once cool, clear in its vigorous forgiving, and now, an old system of hope locked in tape. It oversees and watches nothing in dank, dusty places.

Imagined injury ventures out, in search of a floral bunch, even as the marginal, the inner jury, suffers attacks of consciousness, sensing the approaching crunch

No. When doors lock, nobody leaves with suspense still on their plate.

Shadow Water Rabbit

Aloha poets,
    Eco green shadows and water rabbit inspires today's
poetry. Enjoy, play on!

The Edge

So confirmed in their feelings of beauty mistrust
They cancel and conceal them all back to dust
Whether a tumbling stock or a tumbling dice
Beauty still thrills more than once or twice

Teach the world something, start debate
Asexual beauty in cultures reverberate
Accept assurance as meritless blame
I keep my edge, you file the claim

How fit must we be to save also serve
How much beauty is there we deserve
A mosh pit or a mosque in the making
How many years before its all shaking

Time marches on with "us and them"
Beautiful woman to be your friend
Exit package a ground zero fate
Keep your edge not the hate

New York City's the most
Toasted along the coast
No need for a sledge
Just carry a pledge
Drop the wedge
Jump to keep
Your edge

Just Passing Through

Aloha poets,
                       Sailboat just passing through nature's palm tree and
industry's beach umbrella inspires today's poem. Enjoy!

Green Sugar Sandy

Aloha poets,
                      Green with sugar sandy beach is a great place to inspire
today's ecopoem. Enjoy!

Museum Beach


Archeology rules as science goes
Sets minds spinning, so history knows
Once a palace wall, this regal little beach
Now shown for all just out of reach


Final insights came clear when oil came ashore
Winged creature bull with man's head to abhor
Colossal stones fared weak with the surge
Shrimp, crab, and oyster a coastal purge


Information gleaned from that archaeologic site
Sensational green, now a brown bitter blight
Tar ball landfall, dolphin sharks met their match
Ghost coastal villages, not one hut to thatch


Gulf oil spill makes this site a good dig
Pieces of charred metal, pulverized oil rig
The fleet set sail for a new deep water lease
White sugar sand beach now a museum piece

White Bird in Green

Aloha poets,
                        White bird in green inspires today's poem. Enjoy!

Ode to Pensacola Pass


And so it goes by so many names
In this oil war we feel so strange
Simple little acts such as riding a boat
Goes extinct and onto robot remote


Childhood dreams of Santa Rosa Island
Fort Pickens Park and children smiling
Did we just grow up to toss it out?
Those things as children a beauty shout?


Running and splashing, we had our fill
Now we slog in a Gulf oil spill
Call the Dutch boy for his finger and dike?
We may have swung our very last strike

Tropical Photo Poems

Cool Poetry Spot

Aloha poets,
                       A cool spot to write poems in Waikiki Beach inspires today. Enjoy!

Tropical Beauty Memory

Aloha poets,
                       Tropical beauty conjures images of her past. Enjoy!



Gulf South Oil Spill  2010


  "...big oil make the Gulf South whole again...Ho'oponopono"


Culture of big oil appears black and dirty
Vultures gone to spoil with spears, not courtesy
Little announcements could at times be your best friend
Hearty little communique' a bugle for the mend


In ways of constant environmental reproach
Waves on instant consternation approach
To one another converse with out a money bent
Or concerns of cash or where everything went


In troubled times a communique' goes a long way
To repair an old heartache from even yesterday
Intrigue the system with joys of the great
Beyond your packages of ploys and hate


Put it back together with acts of kindness
Shun the world of your freight of blindness
Ongoing discourse is a pleasant task at hand
And don't forget to ho'oponopono the land


Earth-friendly talk is conversation with teeth
Dirt trendy balks at conversions of pristine reef
Report back to yourself with good news of success
Journalistic flair, get big oil to clean their mess


To manage a risk seems such a simple idea
Good horse and herding dogs take it from here
Yet still you were so abundant in your disaster
As if preparing for the possibility a laugher


Flaw and risk management is now in your hands
Systemic hazard incompetence your new brands
Holds me cold as I shudder and blink
Big oil, ho'oponopono, take away the stink

Fuzzy Tropical Mosaic

Aloha poets,

                       A fuzzy blend of eco colors and patterns inspires today's poetry. Enjoy!

Apprenticed Apprehension

Each day is another chance to learn something new

Life offers new grasps for the self-affirmed to value

In all manner of form to know what matters in hand

Select to detect the concept is 'ike loa to understand

Spending a lifetime to memorize and monetize

With sleepy assurances of forgetful compromise

Is to wrap around trees with no hands or no eyes

Only 'ike loa, like koa, stands strong and wise

Discover what you need with 'ike loa on your side

Come to your own interview with visions of pride

Get up and go out onto the journey of life

Ike loa as your weapon will cut like a knife

In a useful way, you'll need that weapon of choice

Give 'ike loa its say, and you will get your voice

Dress up the part dial down presumptions of age

As 'ike loa is master, you are the sage

Give it to yourself that life you deserve

Ticklish tasks ahead can only dodge and swerve

Fashion yourself a bold inner Ferragamo

'Ike loa's battle cry goes beyond the Alamo

Branch into a product line sharpshoot your calling

'Ike loa your rope to climb, without it you're falling

Across goals of hot coals and deceptive silhouette

'Ike loa is your guide, will get you there yet

Ode for an EcoAmerica

Barack Obama State of the Union Posted 2/25/2009 12:34 PM HST aloha...inspired by our President Aloha poets,                          Amidst the Gulf South oil spill elicited by foreign oil  companies, the killing our precious wildlife, and big oil's attack on  our beautiful environment, here is a glimpse of hope for America  I composed after the inauguration of  President Obama  and posted on  my blog site, Honolulu Advertiser  2/25/2009. Clarity Above the Call:  EcoAmerica Destiny has known procrastination   yet senses of honor wake a nation Come forward one and disagree all   only to rise above the call To lift from depths a fearless debate   with hopes for the last day of hate Dawnings of ages may come and go   yet this one we must never forgo Old adages remain throughout the ages   as one defining moment yet still rages Collective we stand to prove our innovation   inviting to join all in conversation Define the moment when the definitive rule   yet identity can abide inside with cool Now ingenuity again rears its knowing head   in an unborn city that lies just ahead A new dawn of day clarity rings true   within our patriot game abide me and you To be the first responder with fist unclenched   to thirst and ponder economic stench One nation shakes in this holy moment   in a time its picture is posted as potent Where optimism seeks a healthy wealthy ambition   amid realms of public opinion Debate with vision give and take pledges   as home and hearth smooth all the edges Wide girth to the new engagements we fight   peacemeal between what's wrong and right True peace can take a shot across the bow   bold plan be a mover show the way somehow Now providence include us all once again   on any given day on any where or when Key agendas its true we all can dispute   yet history knows its her we salute Let simple and honest and clear be our budget   where skirmishes fail and cannot budge it Plant economic gardens and dig what you may   hint at an outline where all have a say Self sufficience will suffice more than once or twice   only beg your pardon and try to be nice Uplift and be candid riff on the splendid   rave and rant then see how it ended Tow the big line batten down those taxes   dig a deep fire line use your best axes To blacken is no way just strengthen the day   come together breech the tether get above the fray As race and gender are no equity bender   chase your hurrah and clarify, be the sender Now here is America

Feeling Loopy

Aloha poets,
                       Feeling loopy inspires today's poem. Enjoy!



A Little Shack on the Heart of the Horizon


Wield a video as times will change all in the heart of good faith
In neon bells hear the ring the canyons in lonely breaths of haste
Island ways of cool ocean breeze, a sort of ma'alahi resort
Lazy waves lap upon the shore in cozy calms of comfort


Suns set in the west in fires so bright we turn at bay
Angel's teeth bleed desires to sightly churn the day
Self-affirming assesses more value as procrastination runs
Hearts charge in deliberation riding out with blazing guns


Suffering surf shores up wonder for houses to showcase
While oil drips upon the seas, blackness douses earth's face
The pull of choice in paper chase tells us she's dangerous
Dull voices scrape the waste across wide spans still rangerless


To swat it all down in fragile regions as changing currents bode
Is to weaponize a ghost pepper in hopes of a lighter load
Happiness is a lofty ball that may land on mitt or cuff
Ma'alahi is the island way, ma'alahi is happy enough

Tropical Photo Poetry

Memory Oil Day 2010

Aloha poets,
                         Memory oil day 2010 inspires today's poetry. Enjoy!

Memory Oil Day 2010

Tropical Photo Poetry

Hawaiian Photo Poetry

Cat's Paw Cove

Aloha poets,

                      Sleepy ocean cove at Kaena Point, on the island of Oahu, Hawaii, appears as a giant cat's paw. Enjoy!

Malamalama Mambo 

                "...a dance of pure logic..."

Treat yourself as royalty in freedoms of dance

Expressed in social settings a bright enhance

Sophisticated trendy in what we know now

Malamalama Mambo shows the world how

It takes a little thought to see your way clear

A small investment of time to bring the cheer

Ideological props leave with nothing to fear

Malamalama Mambo brings near the dear

The way to knowledge is in a rhythmic pulse

Freedom of thought to the edge of convulse

Longtime rivals begin to see eye to eye

Malamalama Mambo discipline on the fly

Take a little truth, add in the beat

Enlightenment pulses to move your feet

Just go with it now don't put up a fight

Malamalama Mambo all day and all night

Earliest renditions soon to be a distant past

Feelings to merge sound and motion at last

Pure thoughts carry you beyond setting sun

Malamalama Mambo the new definition of fun

Cool Flamingo

Aloha poets,
                      Flaming feathers against a cool Eco background makes this beach flamingo a cool dude. Enjoy!



Ho'ohui of Heart and Mind

                  "a gathering of passion and focus"


Be the bright star create a glow
Channel the direction you wish to go
Fashion a style to languish the eye
Your very own ho'ohui if only you try


Get up and go where your heart will be best
Hobble a new fashion hold it close to your vest
A chance encounter finds like-hearted minds
Take yourself public in bright color designs


Don't forget to offer with love to be there
Blend ideas to scale, show that you care
Light a new candle if only to inspire
Ho'ohui heart warms mind's desire


Get into the rhythm in a timely way
Majority rules may cause tolerance to fray
Be a select crew invite courage and rhyme
Ho'ohui heart will gather your mind