Poems from Leilani Burgoyne

Monday, January 28, 2008

Fragile?

Fragile States
sitting on a bespeckled ocean.
Like humpty dumpty they desperately
try to put you back together (again)

When will they realize that you
were never the golden egg that all
the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Lusted after. Rather, your beauty escapes their
Blind eyes and continues to live on in the tautala
of our ancestors and the pride of the tauvala…

The richness of us that will
always evade those who subscribe to the belief
that they are, and always will be, ‘better’ off.
For if this is better…then they can have their Global Warming
And Climate Change, HIV/AIDS, Nicotine and fatty mamoe.
Suck It Up and Take It Back. For my dreams of US
Continue to be Greater. Continue to be More.

Magellan give us back what you took out.
Stand Up Pacific Leaders.
Stand Up Pacific People.
See what you are up against
And believe in US.

Believe in our own ability
to affect CHANGE

In contemplation of Maui Raging tides & winds that whisper.. In the Night. The three baskets beckon and he climbs higher. Tangaloa ã lagi, Our Father, watches from a distance. Moana Nui a Kiwa Lulls Him Back to sleep… A basket is plucked and then another &  another… Take what you will My love. But remember, that the darkness will come.. & you will, be, No more…

APAULA Infatuation sweet and sensual …a dream nothing more like the mountain and the reef oh sweet Apaula how you tease me sweet and sensual a mirror image you & I… us we were never meant to be so sweet

True Love Exists. When I am here ALONE I often find that the vibrancy of the life that is mine pales in comparison to the agony that is my love for you. You are not the pretentious reflection that is my reality. You are the REAL nifo oti that drives home that reality & peels back the layers of foolishness & pride that stifle my SELF. When I am joined to you I can feel the love that is us pulsating, reverberating, moving… in the unseen space that exists at the edge of all things defined. Here, only True Love EXISTS

Kisivai Strange midnight dreams Haunt my thoughts In the darkness.. of your calm. Here I am enveloped in your warm embrace. Beautiful brown skin holding me close Forgiving me for the white hue that colours my existence. How I love yBlack Night I know nothing more than that the current state of my Unhappiness is all consuming I long to feel Alive in the Dead of the night .. I am about to take a sharp U-turn & There is a very real possibility that I will Crash.. I wonder whether the impact will be great & am curious about its weight compared to the threat of choosing to continue down this path ...that will lead to the Garden of Eden… that is so long as I pay my taxes.

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