Heard the unfortunate news this morning of the passing of a wonderful man by the name of Jose ‘Pepe’ Machado. Close family friend, human rights activist who famished his right to think.  Walking so heavy in composed shade lifts my heart to voice on this device.

Pepe, this is for you my love
Certainly there is heaven
No clouds
No arches
Simply tilting windows sailing
Pen sketched in love laced thoughts
Free avenues colored roads
Assuming ranks
Calling out names
Your name sir
The chalk who stood and listened
Teaching leafs to dance
Spotting the branch
The sycamore of life
For the passer
The writer
The speaker
Whose heart ringdove ecstasy
For every man
For every mouth that cried
Dissolving violence
Meddling kettle frail
Conceiving copper peace cells
You sir
Unaware and impeccable
Laugh now
Loud as drunk loud
Choose to blink when you like
Give grass your wicked charm
Claim your real voice
Your vivid beauty walking
Fabulously telling passengers to rise in the seek
Crowning this temporary death chaptered
The attention that beckons man
For this death is just a quartz in the unceasing story of our absorbing youth