Those Who Mumble

Edited by:  Randy Sturridge

On days of respite we should so praise

The wrong decisions that are continually made

Why the conflict in positive grants

When so many kindred characters lose their stance

Times of strife bring about life

Preparing the gauntlet to restructure time

Tick Tock

Artist:  Randy Sturridge

Chop the lumber splintered wood

Stack the logs inside the shed

Close the hatches secure the locks

Closely watch the clock Tick Tock

Have some bread enjoy some milk

Threatening winds upon the door

Threaded sweaters layered thick

Listen closely as the old clock Ticks

Grab the quill dip it in ink

Point to parchment begin an entry

Thunder growls after flashes bright

The clock ticks on into the night

Tempatures drop old faithful clock stops

Logs and flint bring a fire to life

A flurry erupts and envelopes the night

A blizzard stops time locked and resigned

Company vacant in these times of sleet

As mother nature screams so violently

Burying shelters and cabins in snow

The clock is stopped though time does go

Days weeks for it could be months

A reprieve from the tumultuous bizzard void

Ticking of a clock can drive all insane

When locked indoors for weeks in a cage

Resigned to allow minds to transcend

The watching of time drain til blizzards end

Randy Sturridge

Genuine Construct

Never stop, never settle down

One step ahead, on safer ground

Lock the windows, draw the shades

Down with the lights…candles okay

Struggle a constant, picking my head

Must secure a solution unique and unsaid

Perilous days are all that remain

Evacuated majority wanted no more pain

Malicious mistreated revenge declared

Tattered remnants from societal warfare

A genuine construct novel and beyond

Electrical particles tested all wrong

Plausible admonitions cautioned to late

as ideas of wonder influenced rage

Disease took hold unfathomed in stride

Purging the land not a matter of sides

Who are the victims who are the foe

No sides declared just survive with the flow

randy sturridge

Losing Something

Have you ever felt like you were losing your mind? this is not the standard but instead a deep concentration centralized around my own inability to understand the panic that seems to be growing more terrifying as the days progress.  At first I just felt as though I was overly stressed.  That seems appropriate; it makes sense.  

I began to feel increasingly agitated and angry when I realize I can not remember events as they’ve happened.  I instead only retain a memory that is misplaced, and wrong.  I often catch myself with my hands in my hair thinking, about what I don’t know.  

I just know that I have to find something.  Something that I know I will never get.  Most bizarre of all I’m not even sure what it is that I am hoping to acquire.  It doesn’t make sense but I can’t figure it out.  

Why does this something weigh so heavily on my thoughts?  I have to break free of this vessel that I am bound.  I need myself to leave me.  However that is possible.  Again, I find myself holding my head in deep concentration.  You should speak to me when I’m like this.  I feel like something would happen, I’m not sure what.  

I know that I can’t think anymore about anything but whatever this is.  It’s going to be okay because we always figure it out.  I just need to stop fighting and listen.  I always seem to figure it out; that makes sense.  I 

was awake the other day and realized it was not right.  I was searching and knew not what for.  I was yelling at two days.  I know that doesn’t make sense but it does.  

It has to because I don’t know.  

I’m walking in the grass but it’s sand and it makes me feel like two decks of cards with only the cards in the yellow pieces.  Tonight Is tomorrow and yesterday never happened. I know that I will walk for six blocks and be okay.  

My night is upset because of the stars, they don’t care anyway.   I have to urge myself to continue before I forget that I didn’t.  

I can’t remember something but I know that we will remember when I remember that I can’t play.  

Hope that you enjoyed this...a stray from the norm however felt more like free writing and just putting up whatever came out.  Thanks.

Algebra

Algebra is a mathematical must

practice you must or you will collect dust

linear equations destined to be defined

Y-intercept and Slope must be derived

A coordinate plane sits at absolute zero

four quadrants compete to be crowned the hero

two sets of coordinates destined to each other

a reciprocal circle of sister and brother

y over x when compared by two sets

leaves behind the slope of x y roulette

a set of coordinates partnered with slope

defines the y-intercept with an equation in scope

slope intercept form we have on our hands

to graph the line on the coordinate land

we travel by the constant to develop the level

positive or negative reflects our bevel

rise over run the slope will run

we now draw our line, shot like a gun

the coordinate plane now brought to life

our coordinates now graphed check the points twice

Simple procedures and there you have

slope intercept form and graphing in your hands.

Randy Sturridge