hoaxoner

I reside in a mystical, ancient land of legends.
On the mountain peaks of Mu, Lemuria, the remenants of lost civilizations.
A land recorded in ancient Hopi prophecies.
The Waimea canyon that connects to the Grand Canyon.
I live next to the valley of lost tribes, where a culture that predates the Hawaiians, picked up and just vanished. To where, no one knows.
I land of lava flows.formed by the worlds largest volcano.
A land of myths? a land full of facts? A land of lost tracks of space in time.
A place where "little folks" called Menehunes, never seen in daytime, mysteriously build temples at night. of unhuman porportions.
A place where Nightmarchers, spirits of ancient Hawaii dwell in the jungles, chanting lost and forgotten songs.
A land where tiger sharks are Gods.
A land of warriors
A land, an ocean navigated by stars
yet a land, stolen, by thieves cloaked under a red, white and blue flag.
A land now reshaped by corporate greed.
A land that sits in a delicate situation.
A land where I reside, out of respect, for the ancients.
A land tattooed in my mind, body and spirit.