"See me feel me"

This, today, was so full of images. Women. All had certain things that indeed set them apart from others. But, each was warm and tender. I have always loved the feminine. I became a hairdresser, out of that desire to touch. It was an aside, something so extra ordinary. While I drove a taxi in Manhattan I found a salon. The window was filled with feminine features, faces framed in Egyptian geometry. There was this genius Sasssoon, an English Jew, born in London, recruited to the sands of time. There he formed a precise way of cutting hair so as to replicate the sights of the desert found. I was intrigued by his insight-fullness. Given my love of the feminine and my delight in art... there was no alternative. I must pursue this expression. It was just so crazy. Another road that appeared. Travel down that road I must. In so doing I attained a discipline that allowed me to play with and love so many wonderful ladies. I do not regret the number. Each touched me in a quite exciting way. Each gave me memories that I hold dear. There is a sweet smell that each has. There is never enough. Cursed, I think not. To this very day, I am so wanting to hold a woman. It is a pleasure and delight.

THE BAND PLAYS ON

Ownership of a horse is no simple thing. My naivete set me on a path to yet another adventurous learning experience. Jumping in as quickly as I had opened the door for the unexpected. The fence I installed was lacking in rigidity, so Mahina oft times found her way up many roads. She would just go on her own merry way. There were ever so many more delightful places to graze. The cane grass that at first covered the ground in my makeshift corral, she tromped down with ease. The phone would ring in the night and a neighbor would inform me of her whereabouts. Riding was something else. I never did get the control issue down. The fact of the matter was she took me places that were of her choosing. One sunny weekend day we went on one of these outings. I waved at Mr Toma as we passed his station. He shook his head in disbelief. Down Haiku Road, through the gulch, we stopped at her will for bites of this or that. Out ahead of us the sound of Rock n Roll music could be heard. Mahina must have liked that for she led us to the music's whereabouts. A small house sat on this end of road piece of land. Behind the house was a shed roofed garage with a group of musicians jamming away..... electric sounds blared from large speakers....many of them. The only person not playing swayed and shuffled about in front of a mixing board. This long haired, bare bellied person grabbed hold of a microphone........WHOOOOO ARE YOU?.....followed by a drum beat hit me square in the face. I dismounted and walked a little timidly towards him and the others. My name is Charles. "I heard the music.......HAVE A BEER.....tie that horse over there.... Before day was out I held a microphone and was singing, dancing, smoking joints .... These guys in the band would become good friends and our musical escapades would be stuff of future stories ....ROCK ON!!!!
 

HORSING AROUND

 The Makawoa Rodeo is an event that attracts a diversity of Maui inhabitants and tourists alike. I grabbed my Tony Lama boots and drove up the hill to this island production. Paniolos ( Hawaiian cowboys ) gingerly rode their horses around the arena and hoisted beers out of coolers. My mother had always taken my brother Stephen and I to the rodeo at Madison Square Garden each and every year as children. Seeing cowboys on the Manhattan streets was surreal. Here in upcountry Maui it seemed to fit. The Hawaiian cowboy is a tinge more colorful then the mainland variety, as most had flower leis and complex feather bands on their western hats. For the most part they were of Portuguese decent. It is of interest that somehow they all looked like the same fellow. The event galloped on into the early evening, red dust rising into the air. Winners and losers alike had a great boozy time. We all had those cowboy dreams in my generation. No matter where you lived the six gun and the horse were akin to manhood. I decided to buy a horse. Mahina Hula came into my life shortly after my first Maui rodeo.

 perhaps...just perhaps....I may have an audience. A bit of time walking, hence forth. The thing of it is I dream  Hawaiianights. Some may find joy or humor in this adventure of mine. It  matters! ....I like doing..... every given moment.
 MAY I HAVE THIS DANCE?

"CATCH A FALLING STAR...PUT IT IN YOUR POCKET. SAVE IT FOR A RAINY DAY."
if one looks
there are many
no two
the same

RAINBOW'S END

IT IS SAID THAT ONE CAN FIND A POT OF GOLD AT THE END OF A RAINBOW. MY POCKETS OVERFLOW WITH SUCH. HERE, IN HAWAII, RAINBOWS ARE UNLIMITED. ALL ONE HAS TO DO IS OPEN HIS OR HER EYES. RICH, IS SO VERY DIFFERENT FOR EACH AND EVERYONE OF US."FOOLS RUSH IN"....OTHERS LEARN TO WALK SLOWLY....STOP...BREATHE DEEP....SEE!....WONDERS ABOUND. ACCEPT EACH TURN OF EVENTS, AND FEEL THAT UNIQUENESS IN EVERY MOMENT. I RAN SO VERY FAST AS A CHILD. NOW, I AM HUMBLED BY EACH STEP, AND FIND RICHES SO IMMENSE. NOT ONE OF US SHOULD ASK FOR MORE. SO MANY RAINBOWS. SO MANY POTS OF GOLD.