My mother told me when she was living
that i had "black blood", was
related to Heidi Selassie, the emperor of Ethiopia at that time,
and heir to his throne.
As I've said a musical therapist here said that
because I had A positive blood I had all bloodlines.
My mother also said the Sturies were
Scottish, Lithuanian, regular German,
and I got a phone call- maybe I've already mentioned this- back in the eighties
when I was rooming with a black family that I was
part South American.
My mother also told me that I was
heit to the throne of Lithuania at that time
and that the Sturies are high German
which mean we're sorta preppy compared to everybody else
and that we're related to the likes of
Plato, Christ, ******, Von Steuben, and Metternick.
Interesting.
At least it didn't lead to me disintegrating.
I also read on the internet that the Sturies have a little Cherokee in them.
That's about all I know right now.
For more about my bloodlines
except that we're related to Hugh Hefner (it said on the internet)
that a friend of mine told me the Sturies are
distantly related to Daniel Boone.
So turn on your heatline
Neil Diamond
and reach out to me
when my father, bless his heart
comes back from
beyond the sea.

*Charles Sturies

Stefani, Gwen,
I know you got the sen sen
And me Sturies, Charles
I hope you think I'm darling
If you even know who I am
Also hope with resistance
You eke out an existance
That will lack in indifference
Over me,
Over me,
Over me.

Charles Sturies
in his lurid services
searching for Glory,
remembering Saffe
as in Sister
not or *****
remembering his Florida vacation
drive and his mother's fistula
doesn't get visions,
wanting to live in the city,
a sturdy fellow searching for a stale mate
trying for courage
and ridiculous civility.
Charles Sturies
there's scourge
for your porridge
Hit one for Nancy
and Nancy's friend Rita Boria
and one of your fantasies,
Piper Laurie
Harry Sturies

I like to read
and write
and contemplate drinking an
extra glass of water since
I get so thirsty on liquid restriction
Sometimes I do drink one
but just one cup
I also like to daydream about
smoking again- I thought
it was so much fun.
If I'm going off grounds
with one of my caregivers
I like to buy
a juicy CD or two,
pick up a Hip Hop Weekly,
and go to a really action movie
like Vin Diesel or
Liam Neeson stuff
or else go to a nice
restaurant in my opinion
and have a nice
full meal for me.
In spite of being
a bit portly I'm
only a nibbler.
If it's Saturday
I like to get back on
the ward to watch
Fredrick Whitfield on CNN
and an Illinois basketball
or football game or a Yankee game
If it's a weekday
and since I don't
particularly like
weekday daytime TV
except for the Harry Connick Jr
show a little and the
musical segment on
Ellen DeGeneres
I'll listen to the "fresh"
CD or CDs,
Change into more comfortable clothes
(I do this usually after I go out)
and relax for snack time
I like to do things on a
lazy day just for what I
find as a peaceful contrast
otherwise it's napping,
listening to CDs and
watching CNN with sound
off as I can hear CDs
and watch pro football
if it's a fall Sunday

*Charles Sturies

Microcosms
of one day ventured
2 days gained
the scientific leap of faith
involved in the test tube generation
distills any desire
certain people have
for a little spirituality
in their life.
Although science's progress marches on.
The thirst for something intangible
become more intense in some of us
and more ignored by certain slightly plastic academicians.
Let's don't dehumanize ourselves anymore
by things a frying ourselves though as I call it
****-lysis, (at the ***-sembly hall, for example)
and making a mockery of mankind.
Otherwise another Christ will emerge
There'll be another ***** and Gomorrah
and the hands of time will
be set back 2000 years

*Charles Sturies

******* rainy days and rainy nights
get me down.
I love a rainy night.
I love a rainy day.

*Charles Sturies

Design it.
but refine it.
From drafting class
in junior high with the protractor
I have always
longed for progress
in architecture.
A harking back to medieval styles
(along with an old fashioned look in big cars)
in the seventies depressed me
but how I know
that Frank Lloyd Wright Sr. is
still respected
and the STate Farm Center
is a marvel.
There has been progress
just as much as individual success
so that the Parthenon
and the Colosseum
and the Agricole
and Agraharam
deposit on us
a new found lust
for the glory that was Greece
and that grandeur that was Rome.

*Charles Sturies

Bird
Mr.T
Cool Breeze
Li'l Shorty
Li'l Jeez
Comrade Punk
Grand Central Junction
Hammer Me
Bledso
Li'l Tarzana
Li'l P.Cool
Let It Bleed Confunction
Gingerbread
That's about all my imagination can gather
without going into
something about Dan Rather
and thinking I'm
badder
than the mystic
in any of the rappers
It'll be up the ladder
to the roof
the next time
I'm in the hood
probably though

*Charles Sturies

And then there's Don Riddles,
Clint Eastwood,
"A-Rod",
Rod Sterling, if he's still alive
and James Brown of course did
Usually they're dark
but blondes like Carrie Underwood
do and Mamie Van Buren did
Eve Arbor did
Johnny Carson did
and of course Casey Stengel did.

*Charles Sturies

I would have sworn I could see
him out in the boonies of Vietnam toting a rifle
not worrying about a trifle
or pushing a broom and working
nigh custodial work
Not all the above, it's just the sense of
"regular man"
He wouldn't get a ten
in looks
but his weather beaten skin shows he knows
too about the blind man on the New York subway
pushing a tin
as in cup
just to get a little sup
and now maybe
it's not Agent Orange,
the "regular man"'s
ruddy skin
but he's working in a field just to get a tan
You know
he's got what
would be called a weird sense of humor -
nothing like guffaws
in the Harvard Tumor,
I believe that's what one of their funny newspapers is called
and this "regular man" is worried about being tall -
just so he survives with a nice-tasting cigarette
danglign from his lips
and holding a nice beer in his hand
from which he wants to take a sip
I like to think
I know where he;s coming from
and that he's not ****.

*Charles Sturies

Or was it the fourth.
my thirst to be an artist was
upended there
but I still try to do pure impressionistic,
faintly descriptive sketches
and still want to do watercolor landscapes
I was, though, in my element 5 or so years ago
doing sketches of famous people
and writing a small poem next to them on the same page
on the suggestion of my sister Nancy.
Great art dumbfounds me, it's so majestic
and especially complicated next to mine.
I still want to work with clay
and always wanted to be a sculpture
The French impressionists are my favorite
followed by classical great architecture
and the renaissance art.
I do like detail when it's somebody else doing it
but not when it's me
at least lately.
With my kind of glossing over things,
I'll never be remembered.
For sure Andy Warhol will.

*Charles Sturies

But we can never see
the love
OK, I'm Charles Robert Sturies,
Charles Robert Sturies,
the we,
and yeah Oui Magazine
in anyone but me
So you're my special angel,
guardian angel
in a protective, motherly way
and explain that there just
isn't anything
like an instruction per se
it's so the way
Oh say, Never try to obey

Scribble away.
Murmur away.
Play Scrabble again
and forget to go out and play.
The nighttime's the right time
So says James Brown,
but anytime is the right time
as long as you believe
in what you say.

*Charles Sturies

Our blackness is our power.
The difference we make
is what we do hour by hour
and what we deem our take.
Look we're beauty
in and out.
To be black
is what we'll shout.
We may not look it
but what we got we took it.
From MLK to Caleb Day,
Fro Eva to Gary,
We'll take our place
even on the Staten Island Ferry.

*Charles Sturies

Nicholas Tremulis, Wade Hayes,
two of my favorite singles but rather
obscure next to Paul McCartney
and Stevie Wonder.
Louis Lucas and Ronnie Levick,
rather obscure Bandstanders compared
to Kenny and Arlene and Justin and Bob.
Joe Mota and Ed Perry,
two obscure Illini compared
to **** Butkus and Johnny "Red" Kirk
Loren Tate and Bob Rasmussen,
two Champaign-Urbana New Gazette
sports writers not very known
compared to nationally based sports writers **** Shoop and **** Young
Obscurity vs. fame -
Is it necessary?
Just like
poverty vs. wealth -
Is that necessary?
I just wish we all could be wealthy and famous!

*Charles Sturies

My 2 all time favorites, I guess,
are Lash LaRue and Johnny Mack Broome.
I remember seeing them in the Rose Bowl Parade of 1954.
For movie watching, I loved Rex Allen
and had nostalgic flavor for
Randolph Scott movies.
The villainesque type was Robert Ryan.
Autry and Rogers I looked up to
as well as Clayton Moore
who for those of you who don't know
played the TV Lone Ranger.
Lee Van Cleef in High Noon was awesome.
Tom Mix I just saw snatches of him in bits of his westerns,
but that huge hat would do anything for the prestige of a cowboy star.
That about sums up my favorite cowboy
besides the ones on the range,
Ben Johnson, whose autograph I got in a Rodeo popular in California
(I think I've mentioned it before)
and the ones in the rodeo.
You probably though I'd go on about almost a countless number of cowboys.

*Charles Sturies

I'm singling out a VA character for specific serating at the suggestion of a friend.
David Dively seems the most interesting and that name implies he was on
Danville Skid Row a lot, which he was.
He said his disability rating was only 10% but the constant remark from him
to me that he was gonna make me **** a moose seemed to me to be a real
inkling of a real oddball.
Some people would explain to me that he'd ******* over one of the nurses
or another fantasy of some kind every morning and he was quite proud of it.

He'd shake my hand and squeeze it and moan sorta and go aaaaahhh and his
eyes would mist up and I liked it when he called me STuries like I was one of of the men.
He'd strut and he was 6'9" and 260 lb and an ex-marine, maybe a combat type
and he'd sell watches with all of them spread out on his right arm to show people
and he was always grateful for the least bit of loose change from me, like 35 cents.
He just loved bread - he'd make sure he'd get 5 or 6 slices each meal.

An interesting character was Dively.
He's dead now - bless his heart.  Suicide, I heard, over what he though was my
mistreatment by some of the staff back then.
And oh yes he was a very very handsome fellow too, but in a
kind of tough unique way.  A sort of fair-haired Victor Mattie if I remember correctly.

To you Kelly,
bravo for your success
just as much as newly
reminding little ol me
of the finest in even newly
and teaching me him
to read a poem by Sherry
you smell so good.
your regure is exquisite
and you're probably at home
in the hood.
Your face has such grace
you as witt just wouldn't roam
and you probably know what is a kirutz.
you're such a pretty girl
I'd love to smooch with you
without haste
love, Mr. Charlie Sturies

I'm getting short.
I get winded easily due to my fat stomach
somehow I don't think I'm putting
best foot forward to get a girlfriend
I'd be right for
somehow I feel like I let my friends
down
somehow I don't think I've been as good
a Sturies as I could have been
so you see, I have my disappointments
favored do to speak and I've heard
if you don't have all your goals you set
out to achieve, you are regarded as
a failure by the expert.
If my finals involved the end results
of the above, then so be it I'm a
failure...
but I don't want to be that demanding
of myself - I like the song "That's Life"
by Frank Sinatra a lot!

Dave - he said I'm going to make you **** a moose
Eric - he said to me yes A. Sturies you're another Walt Disney
Bucky - a real character who just talked baby talk
Leo - the black hebephrenic who'd wait with laughter at the most idle of chatter
Melvin G. - a hippie ex-Marine with PTSD who said the same thing happened to him that happened to me - being put in a straitjacket and flown out of stateside full territory getting roped into a serious "mental illness"
Melvin T. - a case of Tourette Syndrome, oh does he get insulting in my opinion
Tim - who's laugh and then cry, what an emotional rollercoaster I imagined him to be on
Bill - sort of a kind foreign bewildered stunned who waltzed around the work in circles for lock-up back in the day
Donald - who'd pretend to silence a doorknob on that same ward