This, and the song bright as yellow on my playlist is to commemorate or remember a very dear soul, please read and listen to them together if you can to understand the depth of this person...

Sokhak Peng, who's name means "bringer of peace"...

He was swallowed whole in the ocean last Sunday, she was coveting him evidently because his body is still to be found, I personally think I'm going to see him years from now and give him a talking to for disappearing however I'm not sure if this idea is spawned from hurt intuitive resoning or denial that you still walk among us...

I remember the first time our eyes came into contact, it was like "ah here I am again with my ancient friend", we said very little and understood much of each others thought processes of the world and of  ourselves with no words, you admired my ability to express, I admired your ability to be strong...

You have taught me much, so much I can fill pages and pages with the lessons...The importance of positivity, the ability to be gentle while still maintaining my masculinity, the actual world we share instead of the intellectual one we play in, the need for all of us here to help each other, the need for art to be a lifestyle and not a trend or hobby.

I met you and your superhero friends, people who I felt humbled to know existed in the world, who moved as if every breath was their last attempt to help those less fortunate than themselves...and while my time with you initially  was short, we met up again as if nothing had ever changed.

The importance of an early riser, the importance of climbing trees, the importance of the beautiful moment of the lion, of the stars, of eye contact, of a warriors stance, of the ocean, the importance of feeling truly alive, the importance of remembering our connection to the sun...

"Karak are you wearing white socks, what the fuck brother...yes even the importance of color on my feet, of being a moving canvass...

you were and are something I still strive to be an integrated art form, a dancer in the ballet of dreams living in the waking life and inviting all to join you in the merriment...

You gave gifts to those who had nothing once telling me that one of your favorite things was to fix-up old bicycles and give them away to friends...

You were/are a Renaissance man, you taught me the importance of the Renaissance, the importance of a multi-layered multi-dimensional human, the realness of breath and spirit, the realness of a handshake.

We had diferent mothers diferent upbringing diferent background but on many levels we came from the same universal principle..

I write this feeling as if my chest is caving in my breath has become labored, I cant believe that someone that loved the world and changed the world so deeply with such profundity is gone. I think its appropriate that you have not been found, maybe you will be found, maybe you like Osiris before you lay in waiting to arise after three days and conquer the world with your brilliant glow, your heart open as a gravestone made of sapphire and ruby's, your soul as blazing as the sun on new fallen snow.

I have had the honor of meeting only a few individuals that I consider at their soul levels to be advanced and pure, you my friend are on the shortlist...

So that's why I rename you Lazarus and like those great sages before me tell you to wake up from your slumber and meet me on the side of the mountain where I am making a giant mural in your honor for pigment I will use the tears of joy that flow out for all the wise things you have said to me in the years I have known you, for a brush I will use the pages of all my poems tattered for their incompleteness at explaining the humble.

Arise dear great bringer of peace and wake from the dead to be reborn, whether I see you in the person that passes by; or actually glimpse that rainbow belt you wore as an anchor to the sun I will know that you are alive and well when I hear the first sounds of your song in the birds by dusk or see your smiling face behind the sun...

The ocean wanted you for itself, and wether or not you are a captive of the people of the sea, you will be among me in the molecules that make up our material selves, and like these whirling blocks of billiard cloud wonder I too will feel the space in between our lives where you are smiling inside us all and telling us to grow, to love, to appreciate, and to be kind, no matter the circumstances, no matter the pitfalls, be positive and shine bright for this little skytail of a lifeline this stream of endless echoes, this current that has an end and a begining and to what destiny we arrive is only determined by the barometer of our hearts feedback...

There is a legend that speaks of an advanced race of beings who live in our local star, and talks about their benevolance their wisdom and thier joy, go claim your throne and rule among them and when you look down send me smiles and laughter at the illusion that this life holds between its  tear stained palms, make a mural with your heart cavity and help me paint the world awake, for we are all sleeping and havent yet heard the call of, our father the sun...