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.

Precious Commodities

Drawn and Edited by:  Randy Sturridge

Magnificent lights erupt lighting night sky

The crowd responds with hackles and jeers

A fifteen minute segment every year on this day

Townspeople and young folk cheer and carry on

Innocence envelopes their frail souls keeping out dangers

Parents with fortified presence steer others from a perimeter

Little tyke and his buddies are being watched closely

Daddy catches a glimpse of the works here and there

But he knows that the precious commodities are the reason he is there

Year after year the cheers and the festivals taunt an on-looker

He chooses not to watch the light show but instead watch the tykes Father

This Daddy will never experience the torment of being too fire sky drawn

To learn the cold hard truth that the world can steal more than thought possible

The onlooker watches the finale as tears flow from his yellow somber eyes

This onlooker never got a second chance to make it right a second time

The little tyke's Daddy picks him up, a quick spin, and turns to leave

The onlooker brings the bottle from his mouth and catches the eyes of the Father

A nod from one and tears from another, remembering losing a daughter and her brother

The Father passes without a word, as the onlooker swiftly opens his mouth inserts the gun and pulls the trigger

No more dreams or second chances, all it takes is ten seconds to destroy three lives

Randy Sturridge

Boardwalk

Broken wings under cold boardwalk

Terrible pain fills the night

A homeless vagrant observes death

Terrible waves rattle the structure

Birds of sunshine take eternal rest 

Leaving boardwalk graves and restless wanderers

Voices of Love

Drawn and Edited by: Randy Sturridge

Beautiful something my hand’s dare hold

So fragile, yet powerful, warm yet cold

Beautiful something bring life unto me

Satisfying, justifying, my nerves set free

Grown into me, become my purpose

Giving reason for living with emotions surfaced

Beautiful Creature

She walks with such grace; so hard not to stare

Intrigue and wonder sweep the crowd

Whispering inquiries from ear to ear

Captivated onlookers from a distance off peer

Abruptly she stops and takes in the crowd

Without saying a word all the towns people bow

Her face, so beautiful, I look down as well

My heart beating so rapid; I feel so ashamed

Her features so perfect, to much to absorb

Uncanny respect though mischievous, I think

I don't understand, my body reacting alone

As if being forced by some devilish vex

I lift my head and take in puzzling images

I close my eyes and stare in her direction

Aghast, I look into her eyes, so beautiful

I can see the crowd scattered all about the ground

It matters only that this creatures stares in me

I slowly walk toward her stepping over the bodies

My gaze is fixed upon the beauty

Her body covered lightly in silk

Impossible not to trod on all of the lifeless

Her eyes have my soul, I will happily give

She turns down her head as if to breathe

I suddenly realize the horror and reality around me

Night it is no longer day

Eight hours passed in just a few seconds

Then I remembered stepping over the bodies

I look, down, around, turn in full circle

The ground is dead, lifeless, the bodies of townspeople

Confused, so scared I look back toward the creature

I meet her beautiful eyes and I remember her grace

I step over the bodies to meet her in the town center

A sweet smile begins to spread across her face

As her smile spreads my life is slowly erased

My last thought, so clear and dear

This beautiful creature is the image all fear.

Randy Sturridge

The Cautioned

Chorus of laughter breaks the silent night

Limping sensations drive desires wild

Pack of hyenas shriek laughter in want

Charismatic gestures influence their hunger

Scavenging hyenas seeking out goods

Vulturous rats slop want tongues that drool

Explore the premise of juking The Cautioned

They are so called for they’ve gone quite rotten

Empathy Void The Cautioned are feared

For all of their mysterious Existence these years

Disregard Warning Laughing hyenas engage

Letting long wants drive their masquerade

Nearer they are for rich smells grip the air

Hyenas shriek with lust seek in their Stares

The Cautioned positioned in no particular order

Alone by fire suddenly encumbered by less space

The Cautioned now stand they can smell the want

Hyenas snap bloodlust curses threatening the 

Cautioned to give up the purse

The Cautioned appear alert yet calm

Relaxing, then sitting with smiles all wrong

A great confusion stirs the night

Drawing out of focus the hyenas of night

Laughing erupts but from the cautioned so smart

Readying the feast caged hyenas with salt and small tart

Scavenging hyenas loot nothing this night

Laughing no more for The Cautioned Now Bite

Hyenas of want long tongues now sliced

To late to take warning as The Cautioned Take Lives

Randy Sturridge

Inner Wicked: Response to Inner Beauty

Artist: Randy Sturridge
Reflection From Inner Beauty

A man whose insides match not the exterior

Not the typical mismanaged posterior

This man not that man is as well to know

As any other who comes and then goes

Quite remarkable features that draw them in

Like flies to the light a byproduct of sin

Such fine approach this wicked man gives

Reflected the opposite inner being lives

Inner beauty forever a thought

Used inversely to advantage the lot

Inner beauty must entertain

That just as it is, an opposites in range

Inner horror wakes him in bed

Talks to his thoughts while clutching his head

Inner horror has many a means

In convincing this man to do dreadful things

Now in time the man resigns

He adapts to the horror that once tapped at the door

He now is wicked danger and death

Each day he baits and blends with the rest

He always secures a little treasure

For outside his features draw in his pleasures

Into the night the inner horror plays

With his victims distraught his exterior slays

Laying in bed the attractive man smiles

Beautiful features so wickedly styled.

Randy Sturridge

Who Am I

Artist: Randy Sturridge

Lets be honest with ourselves tried we have for three whole years

Never obtaining a moment of calm that's void of miserable thoughts so wrong

How many times must we explode before the answer and truths unfolds

Maybe were not meant for each other when t night in bed do you consider another?

I know that something has got to give cause this is no way to repeatedly live.

So tired and exhausted I've grown these few years

I make it a purpose to avoid how the mirrors stares

I'm no longer the captain at the helm Instead I'm a slave to a deckhand that yells

This very moment that I write these words I feel painful tingles from your hurtful words

I'm sorry you say every single day I always brush off the words and just say it's okay

I tell you now as sad as it feels that if this persists in only your memories I'll dwell

I will have to leave you for you are destroying me, I love you so much but I've had enough

How many chances does one person get, I've lost count of all the times I have chosen to forget

The lasting affects are taking their toll, pieces of me are now rotten with mold

I use to speak and command the room, now I can't wait to leave for my room

No longer positive or proud to be, I can't even remember what I use to see.

No Release

Written by: By: Heidi Chester 8/26/2011

My eyes are open and instinct tells me I breathe.

Though I cannot be certain, I only feel it when I bleed.

My heart skips a beat, then pounds in my chest.

One more reminder, one more piece of me near death.

I have grown empty, and I do not feel distress.

There is no confusion, just inside a bloody mess.

There is nothing that can hurt me, so numb I feel no pain.

I tear myself wide open, searching for life inside my veins.

But I find nothing, no freedom, no release.

I cannot even feel remorse, for the lack of inner peace

I do not long or love, miss or wonder, nor seek the reasons why

I do not fear that I do not know just how I am alive.

I do not ask if it will end, or somehow disappear.

I won't survive if feeling returns. No, I much prefer it here.

Rusty Devices

Deduct a difference embrace a change

Position a splint between insanity and sane

Rusty devices just at arms reach

Tools to separate my skin from me

Dig into flesh to release the poison

Breathe of euphoria with senses so heightened

Sick with myself and entirely down

Seeking happiness from anyone around

Structure is gone disorder now lurks

The mis-managed thoughts brings me to my knees

Pride abolished by misunderstood motives

Resulting in the same outcome beholden

Crave my life that allows me to see

The positive informative useful employee

A life all alone with someone at home

Succumbing to pain that propels the unknown

Hope remains but I am defeated

I need someone else to hold me when weeping

I can’t explain the way I feel

Without conveying it all so unclear

Travel back in time…just hit reset

Undue all the fighting, regrets lets forget

I just want happiness more than any other thing

Frantically hoping to be saved by my queen

How do I change when my soul is not well

I’ve already resigned that my existence is hell

The easy solution ever so present

Just end it all by accepting a death sentence

Wrap me in a blanket and ill weep in joy

That you’ve saved me and rebirthed life’s playful noise

For I am blind, deaf and depressed

Waiting on love’s beautiful kiss

I’ve stomped it out living like a ghoul

Please help me I can’t help myself no more

I don’t want to be remembered for being down

I instead want to be saved and make everyone proud.

randy sturridge

Miserably Me

What’s the point of continuing on

When dying feels like such a beautiful song

It will lift the fog that holds these empty days

Allowing, maybe, a smile to grace my face

long, heavy thoughts drain my strength

depression beyond control yesterday and today

like a patient I am slave to a bed in one place

without even strength to window gaze

I want it to end this life of suffering

Hoping all the time to just more than nothing

Nothing, never just impossible feelings

That transcend beyond my physical dwelling

The only solution that I continue to see

Is To end this life that is miserably me

Randy Sturridge

Beautiful Monstrosity

I

Love to provide but not a soul wants

The compassionate nature the hideous boy flaunts

He is precious and so very sincere

Opening the door and speaking so clear

Conduct of kings with love so immense

Not a woman can stay and endure his features

A book burned and blackened contains loveliness with

Refraining from the depression the boy determined to win

He assures himself that all will be sound

With love to give he will find his dove

Aghast though he is his soul sours above

II

The ugly man hides his face by a thick beard

Drunk and confused his mind aggrieved unclear

Just enough cash to buy a cheap whore

Corner of Ridgewood he can afford

Love love love fuck the white dove

A tired crow follows begrudged

Stay in the shadows the ugly man resents

His face of unique characteristics unkempt

Blackened the days have passed with  neglect

From loves excoriating cruel crawled years  

Easy it is to hunt down a whore

A moments reprieve from love’s torturous  sword

III

The old unsightly man now vagrant and beggar

never having found love's beautiful nectar

The emotional burden his soul entertained

For decades upon decades his heart

so pained

Now Bitter and Hateful the old ugly man is plagued

With dreams of love that the ugly boy had slain

 

 Death round the corner for the ugly old man

Pondering memories of love in his hands

Never obtained but dreamed he did

That someone in the world had love for him

Resigned to defeat he finally sees

That god doesn’t bless monstrosities

Death takes the man as he slumbers and dreams

Awaiting a love that will never be. 

randy sturridge