Solo

We came to port far from home

the timing couldn’t be better

the sun is out the girls are here

time to unwind

and even though we have a wonderful family at home

we’ll drink and dance and show ourselves

for tonight all we want is....

Chorus

His touch, her touch

my own touch with purpose

see skin, taste lips

sing sounds of pleasure

one whore, two whores

we’re running through our wages

live lust, love lust

until we leave the port

Solo

We board the ship we sail her home

awaiting the smiles of loved ones

but on the way we see a town

time to unwind

and even though we’re close to home and family and love.

we’ll stay the night and fool around

because all we really want is....

Chorus

His touch, her touch

my own touch with purpose

see skin, taste lips

sing the sounds of pleasure

one whore, two whores

we’re running through our wages

live lust, love lust

until we leave the port

Solo (remorsefully and slow)

We made it home with all our guilt

our families they barely know us

the wife is home the kids in bed

time to unwind

and even though they haven’t known all of our sinful deeds

we’ll change our life for our wives

but every time we sail the seas......

Chorus

it’ll be

His touch, her touch

my own touch with purpose

see skin, taste lips

sing the sounds of pleasure

one whore, two whores

we’re running through our wages

live lust, love lust

until we leave the port

live lust, love lust

until we leave the port

live lust, love lust

until we leave the port

 It's time for my last meal. They asked what I wanted and I simply replied,  "I want a large candy cane."

Their faces were priceless. I knew what they thought.

 "Well, he is out of his mind after all." 

 One of them even had the gumption to say well maybe Santa will bring you one this year with a chuckle, but they are fools. No one, not one of these ignorant lawmen can see that I, have always been in control.

 My past landed me in this putrid hole, and ten years have flown by like an owl in the night. The first time I killed it was bloody, unexperienced, but true to myself. It gave me such joy and so it cannot be as bad as the law would have you to believe. If it is good to me should it not benefit all mankind? No! They shunned me for the beauty I created and placed me in a closed room where only I hear my thoughts. That will change someday. Someone will make this right and it shall be me.

 My cell opens and a larger than average candy cane plops on my bed.

 "There you go dead man." The guard laughs as he strolls out slamming metal on metal as he leaves. I reach over for the cane an begin sucking the uncurved end. 

 "They will see. Tomorrow is the day of reckoning." I say between slurps of sweet striped stick.

 The day starts early. They want me dead, and they may suspect I want the same of them. Which I do! Oh yes, dead men who mock me! They have no real grasp on the true nature of humans, but I am about to share my knowledge with them. 

 My cage opens and the snarky guard from last night walks in.

 "Morning beautiful. I hope you got enough sleep for your big day!" He says with pig faced laugh.

 "I did. Did you?"

 His face squeezed together awfully, "What the hell do you mean by that?"

 "Well, you have something right under you chin." I point to the spot.

The guard starts rubbing his neck swiftly then checks his hand.

 "There is nothing on my neck!" He shouts.

 Before the k-sound can finish in the word neck, I slide my hand behind my back and immediately bring forth a instrument of death. With a precise "Thwack!" I lodge a rather large candy cane into the guard's jugular. The feeling is euphoric and long waited.

 He hits the floor and thrashes around while blood splatters with each pulse of his heart. The air is filled with the sweet aroma of iron and fear as the guard looks up into my eyes. 

 I bend over him to give our parting words. "I want you to know I wasn't the one who killed the senator's daughter. Someone pulled a cheap trick and framed me, which I find not very righteous of an officer of the law." I lean down to his ear making sure he can hear the words that will give him peace in death. "But do not fret. As you die you now know my true self, and you know your true self which is a footstool for deranged." I can't contain a small chuckle watching his eye light fade into his darkening pupil. 

 I stand and bask in the carnage, but soon they will search for the criminal, let's say genius now, who escaped death row, and murdered one of their own. The security is so scarce here though. It is quite comical to think they could hold me in a open latch cage such as this, after all I have thumbs and they are arrogant. That is why this puddle of red goo is soaking my socks. Oh, I have lived truly and shall continue on my way. I grab the dead guard's gun and make my way to the exit, blowing eight holes into three officers who showed first. Poor lads. I walked to my freedom just like I should since I did not commit the crime, well.... the crime they called me on anyway. Outside the wind brushes me pointing my way. The grass pulls my feet and I grin with pride. "I shall live in the beauty of murder, and so shall all who I meet."

There once was a tale of a giant, a terrible giant, that claimed he built great gates to connect other planes of existence to cause devastaion in the world. No one know where the gates came from, they only know that they are there. Four in total span the earth. One in the east, another to the west, one up north, and its parallel to the south. The gates are equal in size, length, width, and height, but each have their own unique etchings on the face. The etchings are not as important as what seems to come out of the gate, for once they open monsters spill into our world. All kinds show their faces at random openings, some look like spliced animals while other are unrecognizable, but they all are considered hostile and a danger to human kind. Some on earth believe  that it is demons coming forth for the end of time, and many believe it is just a natural occurrence that has always been, but then again what do people really know anyway.

I would like to be a sloth.

Some say they have been around millions of years.

If true or not they live still 

And not only that they just relax all day.

That's the dream. 

Plus, include killer claws to slash 

Or to only hang

They look wicked, but always smile.

Oh sloth, you are my spirit animal

Please show me your ways.

This creature is unknown literally. Many have tried to capture essence of what a boggart might look like, but not one truly knows! There are many version of this creature as well, known by different names. The only similarities are that they are mischievious little devils, and of course they never show their true form. Some legends say that they never show themselves at all while others claim they take shape in any form they choose. That is fascinating to think that every attempt to describe the beast is both correct and completely wrong. I love the endless posibilities in fact, I may write a story about these interesting overlooked mythical beings.

The light stretches over the land As the glowing sky marble peaks over hills.

A new life is beginning at the break of day and she is beautiful. Crystal tears slip down her cheeks as she loosens her veil.

She is revealed and her skin tone is cherries darkening over time, sweetening all the while. No where have I seen something so pure. Her beauty is the waking of the world.

My child please, must we hide our head. You do know I am not dense and I see you there, clenching the blanket above. If it is security you want you will have none, except for the terribly delicious truth that I, your nightmare, am waiting. Please, lovely child come forth from that false sense of safety. I only seek to keep you on your toes, make you aware of the darkness in this world. The fear is filling the room you need not hide from it, after all it is your fear. Oh please young one, do not let that be the breaths of sleep. The night is young and so are you, why not play together a bit longer. Hmmm it seems you have evaded the night this time dear one, but my promise to you will be my presence the next night and many more.