Tears slide down my cheeks

left and right

I look out the window

and stare at the night

full mood glowing

Gust of wind blowing

I notice two bright stars

I have an epiphany

My Brothers' not far

So as the pain subsides

A smile creeps across my face

I continue to stare into space

The moon glows brightly

Everything around its black

but if you pay close attention

you can see the moon smiling back

Reg may be physically gone

but his spirits's still here

and with that smile ive seen

he's made my mind clear.

I chant the mantra OM

because OM he wants to hear.

R.I.P REGINALD W BLANTON

Sunrise – June 3rd 1981

Sunset- October 27th 2009

D.R.I.V.E.

DEATH Row INNER-COMMUNALIST VANGUARD ENGAGEMENT