Homie, Mate, Brother, FRIEND PAL COMMERADE.....HES BEEN MISWING FOR over three months. Rare sightings of him like Bigfoot or a ufo have happened. Today they found his body...we were hoping he had a change of lifestyle and went to south America to live with a tribe...or perhaps he was in the mountains of the west coast being a hermit. He inspired me to make music againagainagain. One day at the store he worked at he approached me , we were still just basic acquaintances and hadn't spent much time together. He let me know that he had heard about my lyricalness, and said "I heard you rap" he wanted to get down on a track together. .... I don't "rap" I'm more of a lyrical conduit when inspirational vibes flow through me. ...now I wish I had done music with him. Perhaps that would have changed his fate. Last I saw him he was working with a non profit to help people who were at festivals and concerts who had taken one to many hits of acid or had been drinking all day and were in poor shape,
Crisis intervention it is called, rather saintly volunteer work. If you have ever pushed your threshold of entheogenic capacity you understand why I say "saintly" because those whom help you and reel you back to sanity are indeed saints whilst your battling demons or adversaries in the spirit. But then again not everyone gets that high. ITs hard to digest and absorb..the strange tale of "you will never see them here on earth again". . take a big hit for him take a shot and pour one out, plant a seed in his honor. Remeber other loved ones. I want to she'd tears and cry, I want to scream and shout I want to shatter something fragile as life and reality are truly fragile. I take deep breaths I crack another beeer , I reach for my hounds my canines always wagging when I arrive, s
I have no words to describe the loss of a brother oora friend. Person held close. We all loose people everyday, we all experience life and death, to day I experience it more intimately, I feel it closer than other days. I will make a song for you I will continue to be creative. I will share the love and light and joy I saw in your eyes. Perhaps I will take on the journey you started with crisis intervention. Perhaps I Wil . ....
I love you brother I remember you in a wonderful light. I hope that you are at rest,,
Crisis intervention it is called, rather saintly volunteer work. If you have ever pushed your threshold of entheogenic capacity you understand why I say "saintly" because those whom help you and reel you back to sanity are indeed saints whilst your battling demons or adversaries in the spirit. But then again not everyone gets that high. ITs hard to digest and absorb..the strange tale of "you will never see them here on earth again". . take a big hit for him take a shot and pour one out, plant a seed in his honor. Remeber other loved ones. I want to she'd tears and cry, I want to scream and shout I want to shatter something fragile as life and reality are truly fragile. I take deep breaths I crack another beeer , I reach for my hounds my canines always wagging when I arrive, s
I have no words to describe the loss of a brother oora friend. Person held close. We all loose people everyday, we all experience life and death, to day I experience it more intimately, I feel it closer than other days. I will make a song for you I will continue to be creative. I will share the love and light and joy I saw in your eyes. Perhaps I will take on the journey you started with crisis intervention. Perhaps I Wil . ....
I love you brother I remember you in a wonderful light. I hope that you are at rest,,
