I woke up today
And my arms were covered in tattoos
I picked cherries from our tree
Drove to work with last nights smoke
Still in my eyes
I danced last night
With my free bird inspiration
It felt new and old
Colorful
I felt old
And it was beautiful
The sky let go enough to breathe
Gentle drops of celebration
My chest pounded
With bass too strong
And it felt alive
The air filled with vibes
Our ears feasted on luscious sound
It was afternoon when my eyes cleared
My pants were tight
My boots high
Today I woke to my best friend
And Two dogs stretching wildly about
I looked in the mirror at my hair short
And I smiled
Because I was alive
To live last night
And greet this new day
I see color again
Im so glad I fought to be here
I forgot how glorious it feels to live

But more than that,

Thank you God 

For creating people

That make music

And others that love it

Thank you

For your tailor made love

That speaks in the many languages 

Of our hearts 

This petrichor

Is delicious

I'd endure

A thousand storms

To just breathe it in

Once more

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

"The love of knowledge is a kind of madness."
-C.S. Lewis

The sun is orange
Rising up confidently
A sherbert globe ablaze
Amplified by the
Delicate blanket of
Murkey breath hovering over
A sleepy horizon

A Baker's Dozen

When the sun sets
And the evening rises
Forget me not

I may be gone
But don't forget
The moments that defined us

When the days fade
And the end's on the horizon
I'll forget you not