Shades of Yesterday

Created By:  Randy Sturridge

Lost are the times that brought about prosperity

Replaced by the overwhelming foreshadowed hostilities

The Minds of the citizen grow more and more dependent 

Fostering entitlement and civil manner resentment

Conflicts rising among elected officials

Often stalemating over legislative dribble 

The right of the citizen to make their own choices

Is robbed from their hands as the government sponge moistens

Tipping the balance from a capitalistic nation

Through unconstitutional over-reached legislation

Mandates and policy bringing forth a bleak future

Where Independence and pride are not granted but looted

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

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Public Relations

Public relations is one hell of an industry

With the ability to re-create any event in history

Re-defining the motives fueling causing and effect

Directing a focus by political sects

Supply and demand quite convoluted these days

with all of the endorsed factors in play

Tipping the balance that allows us to be free

Anything is possible with public relations you see

The cost of goods and services continue to rise

With the consistent passing as our small business dies

The corporate machine drives inflated costs

With intricate conveyance the truth becomes lost

An opportunity exists for every single man

To expose these obvious motives if he can

Rations on deck with the promise of depression

Open your eyes its the public relations direction

The Hand Crafted Soldier

Randy Sturridge

The hand crafted soldier propped up on the mantle is desolate inside


A thought will never pass through the hollow canvas of his eyes


Wars being fought while the distraught widows collapse at rueful news


Grief stricken sisters with sparkling teared eyes receive savage clues


A soldier has passed amongst his comrades with fear in his voice


Idly standing years before never really having a choice


The hand crafted solder propped up on the mantle doesn't get to say


The soldiers of passing wane good morrow as they ascend to heaven


We commandeer the fortunes and fears of future branded tyrants


Honoring bravery seems so savery if it were conveyed


The hand crafted soldier propped up on the mantle shakes his head in pity


We play the game of offering sweet lives ensuring only confusion


Lies beholden the shadows of congress and the moors of black leaders


Walking so carefully in the darkness to ensure they are safely  shaded


The dogs of death wag their swift tails marking those so jaded


The hand crafted soldier propped up on the mantle salutes his fallen boys


Our country is playing in the large sandbox and soldiers are their toys


Moving the pieces of those they defeated and shuffling off lost hopes


Why don't we account for those in doubt as their voices chimed in votes


Is it not worth it to question the motive of the decisions that bind


The boys down the road now full grown in size are running with a gun


Running the rapids of America rivers shifted by great damns


The times are wicked as are the decisions made by government hands


The hand crafted soldier propped up on the mantle will see you all in hell


Striking the chord as lively as ever for the minions descend in hell


The judgement is now upon your good favor and it is time for dinner


The hand crafted soldier propped up on the mantle rings the dinner bell


The hand crafted soldier is smiling upon us in heaven and in hell.

A Country In Transition: Written 5/9/2009

Popular sovereignty was a victory in history

Relinquishing all ties with malice and misery

Creating a change of profound effect

Rippling throughout the world for all to reflect

 Production now down and revenue reduced

Companies netting half of the material produced

A Country in transition slowly dividing

Corrupt politicians constantly siding

 Having a hand In the Unions deciding 

Democrat sophisticates delegating authority

Secession then followed by southern majority

Civil war erupted with economic agendas

 Our country conflicted with new federal dilemmas.

Our country survived this domestic battle

Southern agrarians then turned to cattle. 

My point is now going to be conveyed to you

The Year is 2010 what can a citizen do

Our country sustained the civil war

The year is 2010 and our country is in transition

This time with activists with verbal ammunition.

Stripping the rights of the private sector

Forcing them to employ the Javiers and Hectors.

Economic turmoil will soon be felt

By doctors, and lawyers whose net worth will melt

Can our country survive an economic revolution?

Can we all agree this is not a solution?

An industrial recession we cannot sustain

This will result in manual labor regained

A slow regression in technological funding

Those seeking prosperity to countries they’re running

Popular sovereignty and civil restructuring,

In history survived with new obtained luxuries

 This socialist transition cannot be sustained

With the constant increase in those military trained

In 2010 a historian may say

“The fall of great American, It came on that day.” 

---RipplebyPebble