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

Change Sometimes

THE CLOCK TICS ON AS DAY COMES TO AN END

AWAKE THE NEXT DAY TO DO IT ALL AGAIN

CHANGE IS COMING IT COURSES THROUGH MY MIND

LEAVING TRACES OF PROMISE OR MINE OWN DEMISE

WHAT ITLL BE, CAN I CONTROL THE OUTCOME

IS IT WORTH ATTEMPTING TO OVERCOME

THE CURRENT STATE OF LIVING FOR NOTHING

DANGEROUSLY FOSTERS A HOPE FOR SOMETHING

IT HAS TO COME, A CHANGE, A GREAT SHIFT

TO SECURE MORE YEARS, HOPING IT’S BLISS

WHAT IS THIS CHANGE THAT I FEEL

SWELLING IN MY BODY THROUGHOUT THE LAST YEAR

TEMPTATION IS FLEETING AS IS THE HOPE

THAT THE OUTCOME FAVORS A NEGATIVE SCOPE

A PARTNER, A FRIEND, ONE OF GOOD MERIT

I FEAR IS THE ONLY VARIABLE TO HELP THIS

LET IT BE A DAY THAT I’LL REMEMBER

EITHER I’LL TRANSEND THIS CURRENT USELESS ENDEVEOR

OR ILL SUCCUMB TO MY GROWING ACCEPTANCE ITS OVER

A PRODUCT OF ALLOWING INFLUENCE TO GROW COLDER

MAYBE ILL BE SAVED TO LIVE AND LOVE ANOTHER DAY

OR MAYBE ILL GIVE UP AND END THIS LIFE OF IDLE PLAY

ONE OR THE OTHER, I CARE NOT WHICH ONE

AS LONG AS THE CURRENT STATE LIVING IS DONE

RANDY STURRIDGE

Set Wave Seven

Sweet, sensational force

Headwind stinging skin

Swell by swell a set on high

Seven counts and she builds the horizon

Wait! I stop paddling and erect myself

Vision peaks over number six

It’s all wrong but she is massive

A lion among wolves, I hear her

Fleeting and curious she takes new aim

Those Who Mumble

Edited by:  Randy Sturridge

On days of respite we should so praise

The wrong decisions that are continually made

Why the conflict in positive grants

When so many kindred characters lose their stance

Times of strife bring about life

Preparing the gauntlet to restructure time

99 Degrees

Delirium Sets in consider it sin

Thirty minutes time and Ill be swimming again

Drivin with white knuckles

Cigarette Smoke Constant

Mr are you okay

Thanks for asking but no not today

Pissed off Putt me on a cross

For One Another

Drawn and Edited by: Randy Sturridge

A gift from one to another

Is not but everything that encourages others

The focus of life on distant shores subsides

Absolutes give way as molecules collide

Pretty Pretty Pretty Pretty

love .
it's the one thing that differentiates our species among the rest.

we grow up knowing that one day we will love. 

everyone wants love and to be loved.

it's the one thing every single human on the face of the earth,of all mankind’s history,its what they all longed for at least once in their life.

& I’m sick of it.

 
I’m not looking for love anymore.

I’m looking for someone 
who’s not looking for love in the least.

 
& if that’s you then I’m looking for you
&when i find you,

 
we're probably gonna get what’s coming to us;

which is inevitably & ironically:
love.

                                 -a martian .

Lovers

Whispering winds dance delightfully this eve

Setting the mood for two lovers to give

Carnal desires propelled in unison

Hesitation defeated as passions burn bright

Resistance futile as bodies intertwine

Exploring new corners and secret places

Soft touch, then rough, just enough

Arched for pleasure, leverage finds treasure

Slow, so firm, hard pressed as one

Thick air, heavy breathe, sweat

Sweet release, conquered, subsiding seas

Gazing into one another

Two lovers, lay back and watch the stars.

Randy sturridge

id.

Art by: Dickie Gonzo

my disillusioned will to live

is challenged by my medicine

i chose to take i fought to get

i've gotta have, refuse to quit

dyslexic minds all read me wrong

my masked emotions are prolonged

i see my future dark and bleak, i close my eyes

and pray for sleep 

where dreams are scars that i can't keep

where visions die and dreams are caught 

by the wealthy hands of a greedy lot

who need no more and take no less

to my disease they won't confess

i live for night, for lucid slumber

when i'm free from fear 

and life's disorder

dickie gonzo

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

Behind Hollow Eyes

Created by:  Randy Sturridge

Hollow eyes with hopeful thoughts

disillusioned, talent bought

Weak frail soul what have you done

It's been a long while since you've had fun

Flesh with dirt canvas your being

You were my role model for everything

Wisdom vast with experiences sound

All for nothing, to lay back down

Your eyes leave traces of who you were

I can see him back there, a prisoner, he lurks

Cynical parasite that has taken his soul

Negative energy as black as coal

Leaves a feeling of loss and nostalgia

Knowing you're gone but may yet return

Gives hope and faith that this invader will burn

I can't say if this darkness gives way

I just hope you will come back some day

Locked in it's hooks it's warped your good nature

Leaving a parasite of a cynical nature

I'm letting you know that I must sit on the side

Resigned to accepting that you may die.

Randy Sturridge

Papa's War

"Wake, my boy, for I have little time

It's papa, calling, now awake your mind"

A boy of ten grumbles and stirs

hearing his father force rushed words

"What, papa? Why do you wake me?

It's still dark outside, can't you see?"

A father smiles and then he cries

A son so pure, full of youth and life

"Rise my boy, I must bid you farewell.

I must take leave for now, and must not dwell."

"It's fine papa, go, go if you must

I will see you when you return, I will not rust"

"My boy, I leave and may not come home

I've been called to war, to leave you all alone"

The boys opens his eyes and sits up in bed

The look in his father's eyes conveyed that of dread

"Leave to war, what do you mean?

Don't go, just stay here with me."

A father swells with all of strength

To hold back the tears that only war makes

"My boy, I can't, they would take both our lives

I must go, so that you can survive.

I love you son, I just wanted to say

Take care of your mother, and your sisters, okay.

You are the man of this household now

If I don't return, make your father proud."

"Papa, Papa, I love you Papa

I will make you proud Papa"

"That's my boy, now get back to sleep.

When you wake you will remember me"

The boy nods his head, and grows stern inside

The boy lays his head down, to dreams he returns

A father backs out of his lovely sons room

No longer a boy but a man now blooms.

Randy Sturridge

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

Balance Measured

Prior to...

Run your mouth not thinking of others

Confused and surprised when you’ve angered another

Be mindful you must of what you say

If you’re not aware people are sure to hate

Rightfully so as you’ve said passionate things

That in some ears will only make them steam

Everyone has their right to believe

Whatever it is that they perceive

For you are no more righteous than they

Do not upset people with the things you convey

Pay more attention and mind perspective

If you disagree approach with balanced measure

Choosing right words mean all of the difference

In keeping or losing good friends from opinions

Remember this for all of your remaining days

That it matters to people the words that you say.

Result...

Point the finger call out names

Stir the clouds bring on the rain

Pick your poison fix right your sights

Break them down with all of your might

What did they do to suffer the brand

To become the subject by your hard hands

Confused, surprised you scream chords at them

You feel relief and tomorrow you start again.

Randy Sturridge