It's been almost 15 years, and I still miss this kid a whole,whole bunch. <3 

Seems like this time of year he pops into my mind more often as I wonder who he would be today. 

It's the not knowing, and the drifting apart, the words left unspoken 

that still allow that void to hurt just a bit, even after all this time.

 But still having the gift of his words is something I'm thankful for. 

This year we're looking at the inside of 30 and although I never got to see him fulfill his abundant talents beyond 15, I know he's got Heaven vibin' up there. 

I'm not in a hurry, but I know I'll see him again :) 

Golden Memories

By Spike Sherwood

We used to play out in the rain

when we was little kids

running up n down the block when we was little kids

golden memories

take a step back and breathe

one breath at a time

cuz you don't know when ya die'n

so say your prayers often

n hit your brother soft then

if there is a God you'll be in his good grace

maybe you'll go to heaven

nobody's been to the place

but they knowits of safe

golden angel face

vice versa a disgrace

for any human race

n live a equally treated

neva defeated, well breeded, safe seated

full feeded, flaw deleted, goal meted 

always pleaded

life

life or death

its all a fucking mess

a mind scrambling 

constant gambling 

voice rambling 

clump of shit

n neva get rit of it

so sit back, n clear yer mind

n remember all the good times

vibe to ya favorite rhymes

then cry about the sad times

n hope you live a few more sun shines

golden memories should fill the mind

I thank god they do in mine