What guile is this, that the Inventor of Change is cruel,
He invests not his ears on the sweat of the poor and helpless;
Like a tyrant, he feeds sweet tears to ants for a gruel,
Is he not guilty of false hope of Change to the hopeless?

How is it that he's different from his own self
In that he considers not the interest of the termites,
And being voted in by ants, is now a Mighty elf;
Is he not deceptive in his honest dealings with termites?

We must change the CHANGE, for cunning is his agenda,
Henceforth, must we not be enslaved in his guileful net
In that he entrapped the poor ants to enrich his blender,
Out of his duplicity, must we by all means be fret.

Folly it was, that he promised us as Change
To covet beacons of wealth, from the hopeless ants,
Is he not guilty of prophesying false prophesies of Change?
We must Change the CHANGE for the safety of the helpless ants.

He pledged Change, but chained the CHANGE, and left us hopeless,
Is he not guilty of duplicity, and sabotage of the nation's economy?
None of his agenda was in the interest of the poor and helpless;
We must Change the CHANGE, for CHANGE threatens the economy.

Change is a very big part in our life
Actually life it self is a change
Days change
Climates change
Months change
Situations change
And obviously people change
It's easy for us to accept it when it takes place in a positive way
Then why do we struggle to fit ourselves into a negative change
When it's a positive change we are ready to take the credits for it
But when it's the other way so why are we afraid of its repercussions
Why is it hard to accept our faults which brought the change
A caterpillar has to undergo metamorphosis to become a beautiful butterfly but why is it hard to take up the struggle after all you are going to emerge as an epitome of beauty
Even then why does the fear of being crushed in the struggle comes up
Why does the heart pain on thinking about the change
Why does it ache , ache so terribly
Here i am
Going through a change
A terrible change
Will i ever get through this
Will i ever accept it as a part of nature
Will i ever get used to the pain this fear gives
Even if I don't the change does not give a **** about it coz its a not a pigeon to be stopped by the storm its an eagle which flies above it overcoming all the obstacles and proving its cause...
The change might give you loneliness frustration and may make the life darker but there is light in the end of the way
Don't lose hope strong soul
By
A changing soul

Love don't change
Just like that

Love don't change
Over night

What is love??
It's not just a 4 letter word it has more meaning to it

Love don't change
Just like that

We've been thru a lot
We been thru the storm and back tell me you don't love me like you use to do
Make me believe your lies

Love don't change
People change
Feeling change
The way you use to treat me change

Love don't change
I can't see you loving another the way you love me
It's not easy
It's def not possible
I cannot be replaced
So don't dare lie and tell me
You don't love me
Make me believe it

Love don't change
Nobody can do me like you

Love don't change
No one can treat me like you do

Love don't change
You created me

Love don't change
I can go on for days an hours just to prove to you
LOVE DONT CHANGE

but im sold.
heart to the best bidder
taken, beating, and believing
kicking, screaming...
going insane
change
have to change
imagine change.

time to open up shop
sunrise again arrives way too soon!
change
have to change
intergrate chagne

its an opening
an interview
times are to change
i have to change
[jingle, jangle,] i hear change.

i see it, i feel it
i know it, i taste it
the time,
the change.

People change.
I realized that in the last couple of years.
I watch some of the best people in my life I once loved grow into something else.
Or someone else.
It's weird watching the people you knew before you was even able to walk grow into someone else.
I know everyone goes through it.
Maturity.
And not everyone turns out what you thought. Maybe my problem was that I wanted everything to stay the same. A safe zone I guess you could call it.

I realized there are two different things you can change into. Or two different roads you could say. Or the simple good vs bad. Maybe it's the coincidence that everyone I grew up with took the opposite direction I thought they would of never went. I talked to my Dad once about change. How I told him that seeing people change hurts. He told me seeing people change isn't what hurts, it remembering what they use to be. And I have to be honest that was one of the few times I didn't argue back. I realized he was right. I hated what the people I once called my life turn into something I hate. So pretty much the people I know became people I knew. It's really funny too when they told you many times that they aren't going to be something, surprise us both, and do what they said they wouldn't do.

But there's one thing I'm afraid of. What if the person I was so sure I knew, the person I knew before  I was even born wasn't even the person I thought I knew, but instead they took off a mask. That they didn't change, they just revealed who they really are. I think I would rather think they changed then they revealed.


Or maybe people don't change, but their priorities do.


In the end though, it's hard to watch people change, and it's harder remembering.


But recently I learned that people also change to better themselves. I learned that life is about changing for the better. If you had to let go of some people along the way, then go ahead. Incredible change happens in your life when you decide to take control in what you do have power over. I always known that I couldn't change people's decisions. But I could change mines. Even though I'm still figuring out things for myself, I know I'm in control in the road I want to take.


Now the funny part is I just need to take my own advise I'm giving myself instead of being scared.

Not long ago, if you could call a few years ‘not long’,
when I was still gloomily drawn to that mysterious magnet
known as the mighty Mississippi, I uncovered a nautilus fossil
not far from the Tennessee-Arkansas border, where the land
churns like red butter into the infinity of the Mississippi.
A nautilus hundreds of miles from the closest deep water.
(And only fifteen minutes from Graceland!)
They say most of the Deep South used to belong to the floor
Of some vast Jurassic swamp or sea or river—I forget which…
In the grooves of this shell-rock nature keeps its own history.
No stranger to change as the dust and mud reveal me.

Think how much change
you’ve witnessed in your life already.
Today, tomorrow and yesterday change is a hot-traded commodity, up in the Dow,
down in the Nasdaq, two day super-shipping in the fast lane.
Change customizable, ordered up and hot and ready-to-go,
the hobo on the street asking me for some change;
I told him to change his ways, get a better rate,
exchange those rags for a business suit and some britches.
He just laughed and said: “Huh, are you kiddin me?
In this day and age a man can have twenty lives in a lifetime.
I’m just asking you for a little change…”

It’s been done to death and back a million times this age.
My friends are always telling me I need to change my ways.
That I need to roam and range, that all wise wordsters roam and range.
“Change you can believe in!” But let’s just change the channel.
Onto something else, something new! Everything built for the times,
none of it made to last. See how we age and distance so fast!
Two million years in the making, we’re living proof of the past.
Don’t be a stranger to change; sit back and enjoy it while it lasts.

The boy in the park with pigeon eyes
“What is the rake of human history?” he asks me.
Cruelty and pathetic little bird-like people,
all their seed spent carrying half-ton rocks up
to the tippy-top of the Tower of Babble.
If you possessed a machine of infinite light and speed
would you go back to before change existed?
Could you resist it? Or would the blackness then lead you back to now?
Wondering how—how it all got started.
Change is strange, only the rabbit knows
how deep the rabbit hole will go.

All our lying lives spent flying,
and when we finish no one starts and no one goes.
all of us pondering the unshareable experience.
The world keeps winding on an invisible string
but the weight of the wait in line is unbearable.
A raindrop falls from the sky and hits the shell-rock in my hand
And looking down at the nautilus fossil
I get a chill, for it tells me there are creatures
without words, without hearts, dreams or ears
that have slithered through the dark untouched by change
      for millions and millions of years…

I am a poor man
sitting on the corner of
Your Conscious
and Your Reality.
All day everyday
I sit in that spot and
beg for change.
But keep your quarters, nickels, dimes
for someone else
'cause all I want is a cup of change.
A cup of change
to water my feeble hope, thorny rose
rooted in concrete hatred.
Roots, like my fingers,
too feeble to hold anything
but this patch of dirt to remind
me, I exist.
ALMS! ALMS! ALMS for the poor of heart!
But keep your quarters, nickels, dimes
for someone else
'cause all I want is a cup of change.
A cup of change
to wash away the muck kicked in my face.
A cup of change
to cleanse the wounds made
by verbal bullets shot out of nine millimeter mouths
wielded carelessly by boys society has deemed as men.
I sit in this spot and fester,
like a dream deferred.
My skin, cracked and brittle
like aged parchment, hangs over my frame
like sheets over antiqued furniture.
I sit in this spot with
arms open wide, heart open wide, eyes open wide
BEGGING FOR CHANGE!
But keep your quarters, nickels, dimes
for someone else
'cause all I want is a cup of change.
A cup of change
to strip the lies and propaganda
from the decrepit facades of your ideas,
storefront workshops left from the age of enlightenment.
My body yearns for nourishment
but I can't afford your lies.
But keep your quarters, nickels, dimes
for someone else
'cause all I want is a cup of change.
Now I'm not asking for a Jesus on Galilee moment,
just a cup of change to feed what's left of my soul.
But who am I to ask for anything?
I am just the poor man
sitting on the corner of
Your Conscious
and Your Reality.
All day everyday
I sit in that spot and
beg for change.
But keep your quarters, nickels, dimes
for someone else
'cause all I want is a cup of change.

I had to change my life around
Because I was a pessimist kind of men
For along time
Eventually I got tired of it
And I decided to change to optimistic
And I felt much better by doing ithatt
Because by now I have optimistic view off things
I no longer fight with people
Because that is not a good thing to do
I had to change my life around
I learned to control my temper
I had a bad temper before
I had to change my life around
I was even in jail once
And that was bad for me
Today I am more mature
And when there is a problem I try to solve it in a nice way
I need to speak up
I can’t stay silent
When people are hurting me
I need to say stop you are hurting me
I had to change my life around
And I am never alone anymore
I have people that comes to visit me
And I am grateful for that
I had to change my life around
I had to plan my life better each day
I had to change my life around
By learning to save money
Because I used to spend money like water
I had to change my life around
And learn to trust people
Because maybe I didn’t trust people enough
I had to change my life around
Before I believed that it was ok to be alone
But it is not
It is very sad when I was alone
I had to change my life around
Today I have friends
And I decided that I am going to keep the friends I have
I had to change my life around
By learning to write my feelings down on my computer
I had to change my life around
I got rid of my fancy life that I was living before
But today I live a simple life
And that is all I need
I had to change my life around
By having to learn to love myself
Before I could even love others
I had to change my life around
And learn to pray more often
Because I never prayed enough
For myself and for others
I had to change my life around
And try to look good when going out
Because it is important

What is time but a simple measure of the present, the now, the happening? What is time, thought is time, thinking is my time, it is now my time to think To think of what? How much time I have to think of how all time can offer me is nothing but straight thought? Straight thought what is straight thought? One thought that simply isn’t a gay one? A gay one... One that is rejected simply because over time it had no choice but to be that exactly do to thinking of who it wanted to be over time as they were left alone to grow. To grow over time, it takes time to grow to become something big, something so big and magnificent everyone looks up to you for you are the only giant of your kind, that is expected to lead to be one who knows all who can handle all that falls from above accept what things are for as they are when they are given when they come they are received that way because they formed that way over time, why change it? Change it, don’t change it, what to do to change or not to change. Change is good, change is happy change is... change is... is life. Life is change. Change is when light turns into the dark and dark into light because the earth rotates the sun sets and rises, why change? And when the clock strikes 9 it has changed because that is what happens over time. What is time, growth is time no, growth is what happens over time. Growth is what becomes when one truly knows oneself and is ready for time to take its toll and change you! You have changed because you were given the time you needed to find who you were deep down, what you stand for … what you wanted to write. Your story, write your story no one else’s, why try to live someone else’s story when we barely have enough time to live our own… story. What is my story? My story is long my story is my life my life is change, my life, my change its my time to start writing my story about how one can change…but when? When will it come when the time is right? When is the time right? I guess only time will tell.