Down the alleys

Around the bends

In the corners

Lights absent

But today

Tonight 

The beats 

…still there…

Something In the skyline 

Drawing the sight away

Indescribable yet so present

Maybe one day I can take you there

To bullshit and dance all night

Laughing away the dark

Just to find ourselves again

Drawn to that skyline

In-Unique and yet so fresh and new

Never to be captured 

So try to catch it once again

There again, we hope we’ve got it

But who knows as we’ll 

Never have it right in our hands

But it’s never more than two steps away 

And to stop trying would be to kill the beat

Beau Barnett – 4/13/25

Beau Barnett 1/12/24

I heard the news believing that it could never be true, but through the years you were always here. Now that time has created space, and all these memories of years past come flooding back, I find myself parralyzed – waiting in grief

waiting for you the give a sign that things were supposed to be this way, that nothing could have been prevented

waiting to hear your voice again whether it be through anger, laughter, a loving sentiment, or even criticism.

waiting for some kind of familiar feeling to comfort and ensure that maybe this was all a horrible dream.

It is not just me, it is everyone you ever knew or graced with your presence

so we are here for you, waiting in our grief, to let time handle some of the jagged and rusty edges of this loss.

We wont stop living, but the river of our hearts wont let the tears stop flowing into the delta into the vast ocean of existence and memory

crowbars and bloodied hands couldn’t pry the joyous memories created over time from our minds, hearts and souls.

The imprint you left was enormous and irreplaceable, we will try, but we will also wait, as the grief may be easier to deal with over time. The loss of your beautiful soul will leave us still waiting, waiting for you to welcome us again with a hug and a smile and an old familiar tune.

How dare you leave us now, but we will let life resume, we can’t stop it anyways, but we will still wait in grief but also in hope and that is the hardest part.

Dedicated to Norma Jane Powell (Barnett) – The absence you left can be felt far and wide, but we will do our best ot carry on and make sure your legacy lives on.