Saturday, August 27, 2011

Wondering Why, Setting Sun and Lounge Lizard By Dickie Gonzo.

Enjoy this Music that has been displayed for your enjoyment.  Simply click on one the play buttons and it will start the associated song after a couple seconds. You can listen right from the page (you will not be redirected)...Took a bit to allow for this so do enjoy.  Three songs have been put down the feed so you may have a little variety .  This music has been written, synced and brought to life solely by one man.. Dickie Gonzo...brings you Wondering Why, Setting Sun, and Lounge Lizard.  All Unique Original Pieces that would desperately love feedback...You guys are great...Enjoy the awesome tunes from Dickie Gonzo....A Great Friend and very talented writer, musician, and artist.

bum.mp3 by Dickie Gonzo   Dickie Gonzo Brings You: Wondering Why

the Setting Sun.mp3 by Dickie Gonzo   Dickie Gonzo Brings You:  Setting Sun

Lounge Lizzard.mp3 by Dickie Gonzo   Dickie Gonzo Brings You:  Lounge Lizard

Friday, August 26, 2011

The House That Dwight Dwells

Standing tall canvassed against the light

Ominous and eerie exciting delights

Rusted gate with trash weeks old

Wraps around the structure unsold

Tempting thoughts obstruct my being

To go beyond more than just day dreaming

Enter this structure I must entertain

The history attached of those that were slain

Adventure I must into this dwelling

My curious nature of the murder compelling

Slain and dismembered from what I remembered

by escaped convict dwight who never surrendered

Four little friends out to begin an adventure

Explore the old house where nobody ventured

Just little friends that play cops and robbers

Leave in remembrance a township of sobbers

I walk to the door and trace the thick oak

A scream in my mind, Hands at my throat

Heavy...Thick...Dark laughing Exists

Rumored to house Dwight and the victims

Of the slain children his demon lives within

Achilles reoccurrence they constantly relive.

Torturous thoughts so each to give.

I back off the porch a taste I've entertained

Terror sits firmly for the evil remains

Never to return to this house of mad death

Still being tortured the children can't rest

One little touch...Is all that it took

To experience the evil and set in it's hooks.

randy sturridge

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Bloodshed and Butchery

Pompous brutes trudge past fast

Astonishing courage to challenge my wrath

frenzied hysteria fuses within

Rage permeates my existence with sin

I am the target I encourage the masses

Bloodshed and butchery fuels my advances

A cancer erodes the synapse to reason

Abominated, mutated now destined to treason

Blood and Death with excruciating pain

Is now my existence for as long as I remain

Feed my wicked broken desires

With the kind hearted set to fire

Lick the flames just to feel pain

I am death torture to reign


Monday, August 22, 2011

Intolerable Fear

Written by: Trish Cockburn

He strolls through the darkest wooded hills
Hands inside his pockets as the wind chills his bones
For once, his mind wasn't consumed by the piling bills
He takes in the fresh, clean air while he walks all alone

His mind so clear he admires the sounds in the darkness all around
In a flash, the small hairs on his neck at attention
Consumed with an uneasy feeling, he stands without making a sound
Bewildered and confused, he feels his body full with tension

He nervously glances around only to see shadows in the dark
He cautiously continues on though the feeling still remains
His pace turns faster toward the lights from the park
His heart beats like a drum with fear as the sky opens up to rain

The rain pelts him in the face like bullets
Inexplicably, he stands still once again
Knowing he should have taken the way that's lit, this fills him with regrets
His inner voice was against him before his journey began

He picks up speed while he cautiously glances behind
Startled by a horrific sound, he forces himself to run
This time he won't turn around afraid of what he'd find
He grabs his chest in pain, in the past he had done

His breaths become more laboured, he's forced to slow it down
While bending down with hands on knees, goosebumps wanting to appear
He looks ahead and sighs, only minutes away from town
Once again his ears consume the sound that had first filled him with fear

The next thing he knew, he's laying on the ground
When he looks up he could only see a small light at first was dim
The rain had stopped, the pain was gone, all had changed around
It all came rushing back again, the noise and fear was created
by him

FIND IT (Intolerable Poem Series #2)

By Trish Cockburn

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