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

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

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

Bipolar Developed or Genetically Earned?

Written by:  Skye Lochlan

Image Added: Randy Sturridge

She closed her eyes
Brought her safety net into her mind
It went to a white void 
It permeated the heavens

Deep ache of cold and isolation
Did not come from the icy corpse of winter
Or any ravenous monster which lived
Only in fairy tales

The ache in the heart came from 
Broken pieces that danced 
The Dance of the Macrabe continuously
Day after day

With age her soul grew continuously restless
Shards of crushed crystals chafed inside
Hurt unseen 
Tears of blood filled her eyes

The wounds were covered with polite conversation
No medicine or fairy godmother laden 
With Fairy Dust would not magically put
Back the crushed pieces of her heart

At birth her soul was fashioned perfectly pure
As an untainted crystal
How did it break
Why did it break

She often surmised
It must be amazing and a great gift
To be cherished, nurtured
And tenderly cared for

She had been thrown away
She knew she was no good
Ravaged by time
The illness increased
Hope? She asks

Find More of Skye Lochlan's work at:  The Creative Soul

Self Satisfaction

Ride the waves of self satisfaction

Take just one day to foster distraction

Turn of the Radio and the TV

Focus on yourself thank yourself please

Encourage your own desires and passion

Walk with pride that you have so fashioned

Bask in the glory of self satisfaction

don't be a product of not taking action

Now is the time this life is yours

Take it by the reins and kick open doors

So many options don't idle or coast

Life is fleeting don't just be a host

Make the decisions that pave the road

Self satisfaction is for you behold

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

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

RANDY STURRIDGE

We Are Animals

Deny if you want but the fact remains

We are animals that have just combed our manes

The thirst still beats cavernous within our hearts

Jealousy and competition leaves their mark

Sophisticated we are though basic needs still remain

Without food and water you’re sure to go insane

cold, dark and lonely are the wide open spaces

Will you give your space to shelter other races

It’s easy enough to speak silly words

A vegan when hungry will devour helpless birds

We have taken this planet and claimed it as ours

We force all other genus species behind bars

We impede more and more as we see fit

Stomping out the lights other species have lit

We only step lightly when we unearth our own kind

Evolved our minds we bureaucratically resign

Take take take want want want

We are the same…social class means nothing

One just convinces itself it’s something

We are the same…we both kill to survive

Without food, water, and shelter we die

You are thirsty it pains your existence

But I’ve got the water and I’m quite resistant

I must live and there’s none to give

Frantic you desire for just one little sip

Driven by lust…with needs gaped ajar

We are animals…

Remember

…we’ve not traveled to far.

We’ve taken this world and live as we wish

We are animals

You must never Forget.

Randy Sturridge

Losing Something

Have you ever felt like you were losing your mind? this is not the standard but instead a deep concentration centralized around my own inability to understand the panic that seems to be growing more terrifying as the days progress.  At first I just felt as though I was overly stressed.  That seems appropriate; it makes sense.  

I began to feel increasingly agitated and angry when I realize I can not remember events as they’ve happened.  I instead only retain a memory that is misplaced, and wrong.  I often catch myself with my hands in my hair thinking, about what I don’t know.  

I just know that I have to find something.  Something that I know I will never get.  Most bizarre of all I’m not even sure what it is that I am hoping to acquire.  It doesn’t make sense but I can’t figure it out.  

Why does this something weigh so heavily on my thoughts?  I have to break free of this vessel that I am bound.  I need myself to leave me.  However that is possible.  Again, I find myself holding my head in deep concentration.  You should speak to me when I’m like this.  I feel like something would happen, I’m not sure what.  

I know that I can’t think anymore about anything but whatever this is.  It’s going to be okay because we always figure it out.  I just need to stop fighting and listen.  I always seem to figure it out; that makes sense.  I 

was awake the other day and realized it was not right.  I was searching and knew not what for.  I was yelling at two days.  I know that doesn’t make sense but it does.  

It has to because I don’t know.  

I’m walking in the grass but it’s sand and it makes me feel like two decks of cards with only the cards in the yellow pieces.  Tonight Is tomorrow and yesterday never happened. I know that I will walk for six blocks and be okay.  

My night is upset because of the stars, they don’t care anyway.   I have to urge myself to continue before I forget that I didn’t.  

I can’t remember something but I know that we will remember when I remember that I can’t play.  

Hope that you enjoyed this...a stray from the norm however felt more like free writing and just putting up whatever came out.  Thanks.