When Right and Left Intertwine

Along the road there comes a time

When right and left intertwine

All the people in their cars

Faceless stares blank as dolls

Routine takes hold of lives

Auto pilot, coast on by

Chances lost doors are closed

Risk averted as time goes

Along this road a time will come

When all the people see their numb

Thoughts of life will flood their minds

Hopefully they shall find

That when right and left intertwine

Risk and chance is so divine

Be the one who lives for life

Not afraid to roll the dice

Happiness is said to be

Man's best chance at being free

So when the time comes on by

Take some chances and you shall fly.

Randy Sturridge

For All Time

Unlike any other

A night for all time

Cherished in memory

Reliving every second

Over...again and again

Unequivocal romance

electric passions

rekindled every day

A memory for all time

Remembering your grace

sensational presence

Mesmerizing gaze

Lives forever in me

Unlike any other

A night for all time

Alive inside of me

Revisited over and again

Your love will never die.

t h e Setting Sun

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Enlightened Wanderers

Knowledgeable gestures upon the face

Unwavering faith laced with grace

Humility articulated from day to day

Tranquil empathy habitually conveyed

Blackened attire wholesome images

Compelling influence with boundaries limitless

Soul filled trust and grateful thoughts

Ensures troubled minds for happiness sought

Enlightened wanderers lifted from despair

By the hands of wisdom and welcoming care

Guiding light provided to all

Rejoice now friends and stand up tall

Futures bright with guided light

Thank every man every day and night.

Randy Sturridge

Dreams

How does one discern a meaning?

When the thought was obtained while in dreaming

Reality with boundaries and perpetual constraints

Only white and black with no hands to paint

Possibilities endless with time suspended

At night you dream your desires are contented

For only a stint, a brief happiness ensues

Then ripped back to reality, no time to hit snooze

Keep it sacred, your dreams are your own

Close your eyes, and dive into the unknown.

Randy Sturridge

Sunday Session

My feet strike the sand and the wind stings my face

The thunder rolls with a resonating base

I gaze toward the ocean to inspect the grand waves

I peer in the barrel; the hollowed out cave

Waxing my board with great anticipation

As I marvel at the work of Mother Nature’s creation

I speed toward her shores to begin the great hunt

I spot it at once, my quarry in front.