The dust I kick up is too fine

writing is useless..the rain is never ending...the feeling is redundant.
the family grows farther into the ground...what do i do?
my smile is fake. my heart is turning into black ice...
come and gone
love and loss
sounds meeting silence.
resonating past anything resembling ears
the pieces are left all around,
like unfinished plans,
or ideas that were birthed and abandoned like discarded celebrities.
reflect on your life, and pray to what ever deity you might believe in.
falling asleep before it's bedtime.
waking up before the morning
unhealthy habits breed misguided children.
generations riddled by their parents emotional mistakes.
i have blame on me, like the skin i was born with.
leaving leaving leaving...running and running, but only spinning in circles.
my dizzy eyes hurt my unfortunate brain, no where is up, everywhere is down
a perpetual hold down...the wave of life was a close out..and i paddled right for it.

pray for surf..

:(

THERE'S A PLACE IN HAWAII
THAT IS VERY DEAR TO ME
I AM HOMESICK AS CAN BE
WON'T YOU LISTEN TO MY PLEA?

I WANT TO GO BACK TO MY LITTLE GRASS SHACK IN KEALAKEKUA HAWAII
I WANT TO BE WITH ALL THE KANES AND WAHINES THAT I KNEW LONG AGO

I CAN HEAR OLD GUITARS A-PLAYING 
ON THE BEACH AT HO'ONAUNAU
I CAN HEAR THE HAWAIIANS SAYING
"KOMO MAI NO KAUA IKA HALE WELAKAHAO"

IT WON'T BE LONG 'TIL MY SHIP WILL BE SAILING BACK TO KONA
A GRAND OLD PLACE THAT'S ALWAYS FAIR TO SEE.
I'M JUST A LITTLE HAWAIIAN AND A HOMESICK ISLAND BOY,
I WANT TO GO BACK TO MY FISH AND POI,

I WANT TO GO BACK TO MY LITTLE GRASS SHACK IN KEALAKEKUA, HAWAII
WHERE THE HUMUHUMUNUKUNUKUAPUAA GOES SWIMMING BY
WHERE THE HUMUHUMUNUKUNUKUAPUAA GOES SWIMMING BY