Jose Arredondo

Seed of Joy

When they go Six feet below We simply plant A seed of joy

[From the Italian quaranta giorni (forty days). The space of time in the 14th Century…

I’m not going to remember But I don’t want to forget Do you ever have…

If you do this, it’ll age you If you don’t, it’ll age you faster If…

Here we go, he just parked… Getting out… door shut, boom! How many is that?!…

I knew I was a stubborn kid I knew I didn’t like rules or being…

I’m not a perfect person I’m not a saint, immaculate or sinless And every bit…

What are we? If not vessels of truth and emotion In rhythm, with rhymes, prose…

The Nashville Blues It’s not a genre It’s not a country song It’s not a…

You make me believe That better days are ahead That we’ll have more days With…