In skies of Sunrise David

This poem is in memory of a beautiful soul who graced the earth which such a glowing presence, who strived so passionately to understand what alive felt and meant that he sadly passed on to the next life too soon. He changed all of our lives, he always asked "what is your reason to wake up in the morning...." before anything else, he loved us all.

I hope you can come to also ask yourself this, as being alive is a beautiful reason in itself.

Sunrise David

Part One:

wild eyed

he had been up climbing cranes

to watch the sunrise

oblivious to

his body

intoxicated by his soul

he wore his construction gear 

constructing his 

reality with his adept 

individuality

that rung into my 

heart 

the way his rush

rung into his 

eardrums

I thought

when he sat there in grassy kensington

barefoot

writing me a mind map

for his meaning of aliveness

that it needn't

be

communicated

by needles, spikes and sniffs

like the rest of us

I thought

maybe the way his left foot hung

over all divine

all over his thigh

like buddha

that he didnt want

needles, spikes and sniffs

like the rest of us

but I guess even the divine 

are 

still searching 

theres no spiritual classist

separation in the desperation 

to be alive enough

but oh how david tried

and

a week ago he died

heroin heroin 

wasn't his sick heroine

she was his potential

confined in sharp metal

a vein rushing rental 

to another dimension

of alive