Scribble Breath

            And then, bare footed, she stepped onto the black sand. The navy blue polish on her toes disappeared under the soft gravel as she took step after step towards the water. It was morning and the sun was trying to peak over the cascading hills roofed by the great sequoias in the distance. Rays of light escaped through the cracks of the world, running through the red bark and verdant leaves, and clashed with the waves, creating a sparkling, flowing heaven. The sky was still trying to determine what color to be: blue, red, yellow, orange, a soft flesh pink. The mixture of shades played above her as she finally reached the water. The sand was moist beneath her feet, sticking to her and covering her feet and ankles in a crumble paint. She watched the water as the waves crashed onto the beach and then escaped back into the ocean.

 A cold water ripple darted between her toes, taking off the black sand grain by grain. She took in the fresh, humid realm as a soft ocean breeze tangled in her hair. She could smell the damp vegetation in the hidden cove and the indistinct aroma of marine life below the surface. It left a residue on her lips as she inhaled the morning’s breath into her lungs and tasted the Earth and the brine.

            Then, she pulled her clothes over her head. The laced cotton dress that had kept her warm soon lay on shore and the brisk air caressed her fresh flesh, leaving goose bumps to conquer her nude body.

Without hesitation, she ran into the ocean. The cold water overcame her and left her breathless but she started to swim. She left the small cove, past sandy shoreline, and into the deep blue. She swam for as long as her arms could carry her; the acid in her muscles started to build up and burned but she kept swimming, kept pumping. The indigo liquid around her rushed past in a blur, the cold water running over her smooth skin, and drenching her hair. 

She stopped when she knew that she was just a freckle on the water’s body from the shoreline. She didn’t want anyone to see her, didn’t want anyone to come after her. She missed the somber sleep of simplicity, ignorance, and imagination. Past this beach was world of industry, vanity, and lies. No one here could judge her, tell her what to do, or how to behave. This was her world, her beginning or perhaps her end but there was no way of knowing that yet.

  She treaded water to keep herself up straight. Then, with a huge gulp of air, she dipped her head and began to sink down. She had her eyes open but couldn’t see far; the dark blue claimed the underworld, but she could still see some movement, dark figures, small bubbles ascending.  It was strange that in this cold, isolated domain there was life frolicking in every corner. They weren’t troubled by the dangers and pains above; they floated where the waves took them and surfaced when the time was right. There was a peace here that grasped her soul and captivated her mind.

Her body began to strain, her lungs begging for air and she swam up so she could break onto the surface. She stayed there for a moment at the top of the water, watching the sandy beach, watching the saplings rustling in the ocean breeze, watching the world wake.

The waves jarred her, moving her body with the current; she let it take her as she floated on her back and watched the sky finally make its transition to royal blue.  She smiled and closed her eyes, listening to the whispers of the waves and the attack of the surf on the rocks.

She liked it here; even in the cold that made her shiver terribly, she liked it. She felt the trembling surges of ocean sweep over her, washing away the grime, the sins, and slipping past the layers of her skin to eventually touch her soul. The waves pulled back, taking her with them, but leaving her cares on the shoreline for someone else to find.

I want to live on your frequency,

ride out layers of wavelengths in your sound,

jump across measures of your tone,

into the world of your C Major duet.

You can discover a song with the tips of your hands.

Create a melody with the wires of your soul.

With your heat comes the beat, the steady drum,

dancing across the vibrations in our veins.

Until the box stuck in your throat sings out,

a falsetto hum, a lost melody, a distant chorus,

playing over our lives, our actions.

Waves of your rhythms fill our bodies,

I want to dance to your bass

and get lost in your symphony.

 

Eyes of purity
As if an angel had appeared
Though I see no wings

 

I'll never forget the morning trips into the mountain breeze

Where autumn had just graced it's inferno upon the trees.

It looked like the entire forest was up in flames,

As the wind shook the trees to create a roaring blaze.

Soon the leaves will tremble down the air,

Leaving their homes, looking like wondering flares.

And as they decorate the woods' soil

It will remind me of burnt land and oil 

But right now, it is the glory of spring time,

And the flowers are out to glimmer and chime.

Only, it's hard to see the beauty of bright life,

When you've been touched by autumn's burnt strife

And no matter what season lives outside my eyes

It is always autumn burning in my morning skies.

 

Evilness is masked, as the good roll in shame

Divinity is a weapon, depriving the righteous
Justice is the slogan held by the merciless

Leaving us drugs, dope to keep us asleep
And that kills only fear, as hatred within weeps

Lusting for the blood of who we despise
Rage is all what is left in our intoxicated minds

But as soon as we are there, our numbness is gore
We only feel the pain, and our craving for more

Tears fall down, for we are so helpless
Vulnerable to the breeze, for we are so defenseless

Zombies we remain. Are we alive or are we dead?
Where did it all go? All the thoughts of freedom in our heads

Gone with the storm, the scorching storm of change
And yet we live another reign of corruption & unspoken rage