from the wake pt3

flitter, twitter, pitter, pat...a slow soft rain begins to fall. at last a break from the bake of the sky and just the ever so slake in his thirst. falling rain and nothing to catch it with besides his trembling fingers. he gets enuff onto his cracking tongue to cease it's burning and seconds after the coolness reaches his throat he passes out again. this is his cycle for days. no shade from heat; only enough rain to keep him alive until the next day. on the dusk of the 4th day of this, he contemplated sliding off his board and letting the sea take him. in his heart, he always thought that it would anyway. 'I am sooo tired" he thought to himself as he curled aboard the makeshift raft. the last rain he'd been so weak that he could only lick water from the board as it pooled near his face. "death, i am yours" he whispered as the sun sank.

from the wake pt2

Usually what woke him from these floating naps was cold spray on his face or sliding back into shore. not this time. it was the bright heat. Lazlu cracked open his right eye and turned his head that way...open water. now to the left...open water. slowly he sat up on his board and looked around him. all he saw was vastness and emptiness. it had been barely sundown when he had done his great paddle out and now the sun was fully up. instead of a 20 minute nap, he'd slept the night away and instead of waves coasting him back towards the shore, the currents had slipped him farther out to sea.
it seems that his innate desire to test limits goes too far even in his dreams.

from the wake pt1

As a young boy Lazlu always had a problem with limits. Pushing them; testing them; crossing them until there were repercussions. He’d tell one too many jokes and get into a fight with the neighbor kids. He’d swipe 2 more cakies than mum had allowed and wind up with a day’s worth of tummy aches. But to him these were just simple fees he’d gladly pay to purchase a life that, in his mind, was a living adventure and far better than the next poor blokes lot. His whole life he pushed things even until it made him face death. Which he did; And continued to push; now even harder.
Lazlu Bonnicup fell stones for apples in love with the ocean. Well the tides anyway and even more specifically the waves the tides brought with them. It’s said that he could swim before walking and learned to run chasing out the breaks. By the time he was 2o he was a master boardsman and could paddle out faster than a team could row as far. As in all other things in his life, Lazlu shoved against the boundaries even in the ocean. He’d paddle out farther and farther each day looking for a beast he could ride miles back into shore. He’d do all of this for himself alone, so sun or moon was fine by him. As long as the waves were willing to show up, so was he. One night after paddling all day he went out until his arms grew sore. So he climbed up onto his board to rest for a bit. It was a large wide board and fit him like a perfect seaborne hammock.

little girl blue v2

little girl blue, fingernails red
lips fake a smile, eyes truely dead
hums a little tune, notes don't sound right
and it thorns all through your mind, like a rusty rail road spike
always on the hunt, always gets her prey
once she has your scent, you'll never get away.
whistle and a blink, finger snap and clap
you stumble and you tumble, perfect into her trap.

little girl blue v1

Little girl blue, all dressed in black.
Smile on her face, blade near her back.
A hop and a skip, all sunny in the rain,
Slickers on her feet all crimson from the maimed.
Siren as she stares, twinkle in her eye
Blows a single kiss as she wishes you goodbye.
You offer her your heart, she takes your soul and skin
And makes the devil shiver ev’ry time she gives a grin.

Paths - episode 1: virgin or vixen

there you stood the girl perplexed.
 at crossroads split; too scared to test
the waters there stretched out before you
 which will you choose? they both implore you.
 passion's torrents? familiar safety's shallows?
 sacred? profane? cursed? halloweds?
 toe in here and finger there.
yield to passion, do you dare?
pick a path and stroll a mile.
 outshine demons with just a smile,
a nod, a giggle, and then a wink.
will you prosper? who's to think?
 i can't answer. the choice is yours.
 missionary? on all fours?
halo, horns, or in between,
nightmare or a pleasant dream,
 either way it's up to you...
 there is no more that i can do.

Rest Assured

If today I didn’t say that I loved you,
rest assured I do, I do so dear.
If today I didn’t say that I adore you,
rest assured I do, I do so dear.

You’re the glue that keeps me together
and keeps me apart from all of my blues.
It’s you that makes so much better than
down weathered, soul battered and bruised.

If today I didn’t say that I missed you,
rest assured I do, I do so still.
If today I haven’t moved as to kiss you,
rest assured I will I will.

With you I can stand any weather,
your solace has me tethered safe from harm.
It’s you, my blaze is unfettered,
I can feel no better than when I'm in your arms.

It’s you that makes me feel like I can go on forever.
It’s with you I feel I can stand any weather.

If today I didn’t say that I loved you,
rest assured I do, I do so dear
I do, I do so dear