Sporadically Brian

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 [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]

now i don’t need another lifethis one here has been just finethe pain and joys of livinghas given me peace of mind and i won’t gripe or moan and groanwhen it’s clear my time is [...]

i sit in silencemore or less a kind of deathwith only sufferingto assess all the timeall the meanshumanity it seems insanitywith so much hubristo decline a quietquite unlike what’s normalwhat’s mine in times of crisisi [...]