Change Sometimes

THE CLOCK TICS ON AS DAY COMES TO AN END

AWAKE THE NEXT DAY TO DO IT ALL AGAIN

CHANGE IS COMING IT COURSES THROUGH MY MIND

LEAVING TRACES OF PROMISE OR MINE OWN DEMISE

WHAT ITLL BE, CAN I CONTROL THE OUTCOME

IS IT WORTH ATTEMPTING TO OVERCOME

THE CURRENT STATE OF LIVING FOR NOTHING

DANGEROUSLY FOSTERS A HOPE FOR SOMETHING

IT HAS TO COME, A CHANGE, A GREAT SHIFT

TO SECURE MORE YEARS, HOPING IT’S BLISS

WHAT IS THIS CHANGE THAT I FEEL

SWELLING IN MY BODY THROUGHOUT THE LAST YEAR

TEMPTATION IS FLEETING AS IS THE HOPE

THAT THE OUTCOME FAVORS A NEGATIVE SCOPE

A PARTNER, A FRIEND, ONE OF GOOD MERIT

I FEAR IS THE ONLY VARIABLE TO HELP THIS

LET IT BE A DAY THAT I’LL REMEMBER

EITHER I’LL TRANSEND THIS CURRENT USELESS ENDEVEOR

OR ILL SUCCUMB TO MY GROWING ACCEPTANCE ITS OVER

A PRODUCT OF ALLOWING INFLUENCE TO GROW COLDER

MAYBE ILL BE SAVED TO LIVE AND LOVE ANOTHER DAY

OR MAYBE ILL GIVE UP AND END THIS LIFE OF IDLE PLAY

ONE OR THE OTHER, I CARE NOT WHICH ONE

AS LONG AS THE CURRENT STATE LIVING IS DONE

RANDY STURRIDGE

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

Time's Design

Edited by Randy Sturridge

Time is an Illusion, A product of man’s delusion

In an attempt to ascertain a structured solution

We have become prisoners of this disease

Micro=managed, controlled, meeting other’s needs

We no longer strive to achieve self-satisfaction

We are sadly a bi-product of time’s distraction

Always chasing time but never quite catching

We keep on seeking, we keep on fetching

Timely presence warrants minutes on trial

Slaves to the seconds that we have so styled

Living in denial we have lost sight in living

To busy, distracted, sacrificing and giving

Our life is lost and what is the cost

Happiness iced over and time is the frost.

Unfortunate causalities of man’s understanding

As time progresses time becomes more demanding

Slaves we are and slaves we’ll be

Until some soul comes and sets us free

Invariable Memories

Edited by Randy Sturridge:

Everyone needs to stop and take a second...

to understand that today is a day that is unlike any other. 

Because today will turn into tomorrow and today will…

Then…

     …only exist in your memories.

You cannot go back and experience today as it can never again be…

Today, once tomorrow, will remain constant

...but will no longer be relative……

….In that the state of relativity can only exist in the constant that is…

  never to again be.

Live as you are as you progress through your life.

Come into all existence as it is, not as you expect it to be.

Do not be a prisoner of invariable relativity remaining in a constant that is no-more.

Do not become a product of the constraints of fears and guilty sorrow that exists only in memories.