Search for Idealism in a superficial world
To its north most extremity, how far must it go?
Conceit has spawned again its loaded credences
Brave the harsh cold, and put on a show.

Reach out if you will and muster the courage
Take a chance at a life of benevolence
Count your inadequacies and hail at the storm
Philanthropy stands awaiting a chance

Camaraderie formed with spirits and wine
An entrenched resistance to yield and bow
Calling upon such a familiar warmth
Spirits away, the night begins now…..

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Prolonged inquisitions from a bleeding heart. Relentless affliction reverberating.
Perpetual remorse imperiling to dignity,
Dreaded convictions debating.

Steady, the hand sits on the clock.
A deafening silence set off in measured tread.
Disarrayed thoughts hindering slumber,
Futile attempts to stave longings unfed.

Set adrift on memory bliss.
Picturesque scenes in my mind all swirled.
Warmth of that smile, kindness in those eyes,
Countering the strains of a perilous world.

Reduced to a yearning never fulfilled,
Is the drawn comfort in the voice of you.
Whiskey on the rocks, a legend manifested,
Into the night sky I say…………thank you.


~ In loving memory of Uncle Wa’a “Whiskey” Saville Ianamu

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When war breaks out in the hearts of men
Arrows are aimed to wound the spirit
Prior significances grow seemingly worthless and the soul cries longingly for the love of its youth.
Tools crafted to build and mould
Are latent weapons of mass destruction
In the carelessness of erratic emotions
Wounds afflicted cut straight to the soul
Still the soul cries longingly for the love of its youth
From where does my strength come from? To whom do I look?
For blood was drawn from the white rose From within the lotus the serpent struck
And the soul cries longingly for the love of its youth.... ~Brandt

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YANDIE....

So sweet the fragrance, strange, pristine,
Conquering the very element of consciousness
So far it lay, thousands of worlds apart
Never procuring it's worth in all its vastness

River to ocean, hill to mountain
Chasing the horizon, living in a dream
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen years and counting
Just one more year closer, seems to be the theme.

Fuel the passion, set afire the light
Sleep well in the darkness of night
The power of the dream, the beauty of its scheme
Let it rise from the ashes within

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Embark into unchartered territory
Shrouded in a mist of uncertainties
Unearth the fabrics of sagacity
Hail at the gates of morality

Battle the daunting beast immured
Stave the adverse powers drawn
Cradle no more the labour endured
Entomb the vice of years gone

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