kenton, 21.
you would have been 21 yesterday
damn.
we partied, from CV to SC,
BBQ'ing and drinking johnny walker,
red label of course.
i sang to you, into the wind and the breaking waves
until my throat was sore and i was dizzy,
pants wet and breeze warm
wrote KENTON LIVES in the sand
just when I finished it, the waves came a washed away LIVES.
KENTON remained.
there was an AA meeting to our left, a party to our right.
i held hands with them, head bowed, repeating the lords prayer,
movies can teach you a lot
"God, Grant me the Serenity
To accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
and Wisdom to know the difference...
Come back- it works!!!"
I was fascinated by its timing.
we all shared our favourite memories of you,
it felt so good.
Libby's was her road trip with you to Washington,
the quality time spent
Javan's was when you made up a song, "stranded"
when you were, without gas, on the side of the highway
Mike 'n maya, remembering the fist fights and blunts in the dorms,
marie, remembering your passionate holloween encounter.
It was hard to put a 'favourite' in mind
but I had to say that it was the conversation we had
when I was driving you back to SC from home,
it was about the revolution, about the state of world affairs
we had a heated debate, it was the realest we'd ever been
arguing, posing, and re-posing our points,
you were so strong headed,
pure dragon spirit.
FUCK...why?!
I called jessica, left her love a few times on her cell
she'll hear them when she returns from heaven
aka costa rica
I miss her so much most days, but yesterday
was a bad one.
pura vida
it was yours, first.
libby javan and i sat in a pile by the bonfire, crying and laughing about you
but mostly still shocked that you werent there with us,
wondering what kind of a sick joke would remove you from our futures
we wondered about whaat your babies would have looked like
what pictures you would have captured
what tales you would have lived to tell
you were there with us,
beyond the embers that burnt my face
and the sunset that lasted for hours.
you were there,
with your goofy smile and awkward presence,
your camera and a blunt
we miss you so fucking much kenton
Happy 21st bday
here's one, to you.
It should have lasted forever.
damn.
we partied, from CV to SC,
BBQ'ing and drinking johnny walker,
red label of course.
i sang to you, into the wind and the breaking waves
until my throat was sore and i was dizzy,
pants wet and breeze warm
wrote KENTON LIVES in the sand
just when I finished it, the waves came a washed away LIVES.
KENTON remained.
there was an AA meeting to our left, a party to our right.
i held hands with them, head bowed, repeating the lords prayer,
movies can teach you a lot
"God, Grant me the Serenity
To accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
and Wisdom to know the difference...
Come back- it works!!!"
I was fascinated by its timing.
we all shared our favourite memories of you,
it felt so good.
Libby's was her road trip with you to Washington,
the quality time spent
Javan's was when you made up a song, "stranded"
when you were, without gas, on the side of the highway
Mike 'n maya, remembering the fist fights and blunts in the dorms,
marie, remembering your passionate holloween encounter.
It was hard to put a 'favourite' in mind
but I had to say that it was the conversation we had
when I was driving you back to SC from home,
it was about the revolution, about the state of world affairs
we had a heated debate, it was the realest we'd ever been
arguing, posing, and re-posing our points,
you were so strong headed,
pure dragon spirit.
FUCK...why?!
I called jessica, left her love a few times on her cell
she'll hear them when she returns from heaven
aka costa rica
I miss her so much most days, but yesterday
was a bad one.
pura vida
it was yours, first.
libby javan and i sat in a pile by the bonfire, crying and laughing about you
but mostly still shocked that you werent there with us,
wondering what kind of a sick joke would remove you from our futures
we wondered about whaat your babies would have looked like
what pictures you would have captured
what tales you would have lived to tell
you were there with us,
beyond the embers that burnt my face
and the sunset that lasted for hours.
you were there,
with your goofy smile and awkward presence,
your camera and a blunt
we miss you so fucking much kenton
Happy 21st bday
here's one, to you.
It should have lasted forever.