When Right and Left Intertwine

Along the road there comes a time

When right and left intertwine

All the people in their cars

Faceless stares blank as dolls

Routine takes hold of lives

Auto pilot, coast on by

Chances lost doors are closed

Risk averted as time goes

Along this road a time will come

When all the people see their numb

Thoughts of life will flood their minds

Hopefully they shall find

That when right and left intertwine

Risk and chance is so divine

Be the one who lives for life

Not afraid to roll the dice

Happiness is said to be

Man's best chance at being free

So when the time comes on by

Take some chances and you shall fly.

Randy Sturridge

Phantom Memories

Written By:  Lila Star

So it’s never official

It’s never really there

Once the mind moved

Once I let it all go

It’s not the same

Indifference Isn’t a state of mind

Cannot be helped       

Cannot Be Fixed

Just overlooked

And a new way of life ensues

Until you truly understand me

Those memories that I love

Are only a phantom of us

Hold onto my ghost

My time stunted soul is yours.

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Delirium

Everything Colorless

Edited by:  Randy Sturridge

Clones of shattered youth are born

Evacuated shells of previous generations

Emotionless days and vacant dinner tables

Hard tiled floors of a cultureless nation

Perpetuating activism fighting for others

Bi-products of war and deaths of mothers

Speeches of yesterday drown out the skies

Propelling future hopes of past mentioned times

Everything colorless with senses so plain

Society forgotten with faith in nation deranged

Clones built on promises of better days

Slowly accepting all these shades of grey

Randy Sturridge

Electric Memories

Edited by: Randy Sturridge

Remembering new heights that brightened all colors

Confused the senses and blotted out others

Remembering sensations that drove peculiar decisions

Feeling of euphoria that stained aching to flesh

The first Unveiling of Loves deep conviction

Remains fresh in the mind, ripe for the picking

Remember trying to convey how it felt

Fear, Excitement, winds from the heavens

Explosions, delirium that no-one could see

Just hearing her name stopped time where it stood

Knowing that Love had permeated the soul

Twenty horses couldn’t slow Loves fermenting strength

Bursting Unsure with conflicted annoyance

Love enthralled, consumed all the senses

Reeking of beautiful warm renditions

Electric memories of Loves sweet conviction

Stays locked in this heart ripe for the picking

Embracing new heights that brightened all colors

  

Uniting in brief seconds one soul to another

Randy Sturridge