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Over again.

An ancient, old creature,
who isn't close to you,
was in a predicament,
not knowing what to do.

He was almost famous,
his name was, LaMieux Pewh.
He wandered the earth, year after year,
not knowing what to do.

If you see this creature,
here is what you must do,
protect yourself always, yelling,
leave me alone, LaMieux Pewh.

How do you put pen to paper,
writing a story about fictional
work, using your imagination,
when your writing is too factual.

Why all the excitement,
why waste all the time,
when I have this feeling,
of attracting a clinging vine.

I suppose it is flattering to
have women, I barely know,
hang around, waiting for me,
to be attracted to them, so,

It is not going to happen,
my loved one has been gone,
about 5 weeks. I am not ready.
Please leave me alone.

Would I, could remember?
All the joy of the past.
It's not to my liking,
but it is now, my life's path.

Cheap perfume filled up the room.
The room filled with hanging veils.
The stories which follow,
maybe truth or imaginative travails.

An awkward teenager dreams, of coming of age,
a fantasized dream in the teenage night.
Push yourself forward, staying out of sight, howdy
is a good way to be alright and not too gawdy.

I'm having a flashback,
to a moment in time,
when I was alive
and entering my prime.

Navy life wasn't all,
it was cracked up to be,
however, I had this elation,
which set me free.

I'm just a man,
living with my grief,
why do I feel,
like an emotional thief?

Why do women,
flock around me?
I'm not interested,
and may never be.

Words come not easily,
during this time of remembrance.
I cannot leave words to luck,
or play words to a game of chance.

Why so much grief,
which tears at my soul.
Why am I sad and alone,
in this my life's toll?

A toll, a change,
another personal fee,
when it happens,
I remember thee.

I need to get me,
some of those skintight jeans,
so I can change my Baritone voice,
to a high-pitched Tenor

This is from 12/24/2017

Menehune are a mythological race of Dwarf people,
in Hawaiian tradition, who are said to live in the
deep forests and hidden valleys of the Hawaiian
Islands, hidden and far away from human settlements.
They built temples, fishponds, roads and homes.

Here is a story told to me by a gentleman from Lanai.

When I was a young child, age 12, I was in the hills of
Lanai when I spotted something in a brush patch.
I walked casually, forward to this patch and met a small
Menehune, who I found was also 12 years old. I was of
short stature, about 3 feet tall and the Menehune, was shorter.
I estimated he may have been 2 feet tall.

We talked for a while, then he said he had to go. I never saw him
again, until I was about 60 years old. Fate stepped in and
I met him once more. He was still 2 feet tall and didn't appear
to have aged. I recall my father saying, the Menehune, grew,
at a slower rate than humans and didn't age like the rest of us.

I am much older now, living at a retirement home in the Seattle area.
I hope to return to Lanai to see if my Menehune friend will be at the
same place, I last saw him.