tell me grandmawhere do the flowers goin winterwhen the winds blowcold as the night show me grandmahow can we be happywhen deathtakes us to the valleybe wrong or right grandma share your wisdomas the change you knowdo flowers always come backcan people truly grow stay dear grandmabe here for another springalivelong enough to only bringwithout [...]
as the age of man struggles to draw yet one more tortured breathwe hear the cries of children for only children can truly know the promise of unadulterated innocenceand youth alone may bend the impossibleor exemplify the power of vulnerability without the burden or the lies of history and now comes the empowerment of our [...]
once againi move quietly through the nightrisking my sanitydemanding at most a modicum of dignityfrom an ever-mystifying world my search for rhyme or reasonor bothdefies logicjust as my penchant for truthis quickly overwhelmed the seemingly ubiquitousness of the ridiculousness inherent in my current awareness of the situationis neither clarifying nor helpful so pleasehelp me lie [...]
when pain becomes systemicand certainty’s synonymous with fearso much loveso much loveas all but hope dies here while the winds of change move mountainsoceans rise to hide the pastso much loveso much lovethen futures fail to last too late to save the soiltheir blood has turned to oilso much love becomes the foiland curiositytransference technology [...]