Solitary Sound 7/31/11

How do a thousand voices fall upon me, from the darkest of night ?
Daylight breaks, emerging from my rubble - strewn interior, my weathered silhouette graced by my loosely allusive sneakers, flesh now in a palatable gloss.

Morning Opens7/29/11

Morning opens against the hush of silent waves. Sea is calm, breath is still, thoughts too serene to take notice, of the harsh darkness of open sky in the distance. Sneakers lay quiet in delicate sprints along the boardwalk.

Sun Kissed 7/28/11

My illusive kingdom by the sea, sun is out, morning landscape is blissfully quiet. Glancing at the long expanse of sandy beach beyond the houses, out for a run along the sand. Standing on my island of solitude, watching lights drift on a distant shore. In the spirit of a week of slow-lane lifestyle, thoughts cruise along with sea birds and dolphins. The sky is empty blue, as sand sweeps away to distant peaks. Life, in its purest, least tainted form, as waves crash along the shore, pebbles roll in the wake. The sea cascades over my sneakers, flesh washed by sea salt, as seaweed clings to my ankles. Coral sprouts from my pores in delicate pinks, as breath rolls in rhythm with the tide. Morning dew drapes from all body parts, as my silhouette takes rest in open water. Breath now sun kissed.........

Ocean Morning 7/26/11

Ocean waves knocking against my sneakers, imprimts left in sand. Flesh dripping in honey, as breath channels into the sea, gently caressing a beach lapped by the bluest morning breeze. Seaweed refeshing my skin, as sea salt spray takes care of the quenching.

Sea Unfolds 7/25/11

 Looking unflinchingly at the sea, erogenous in every wave swept breath. Broken, cracked, smelling of sea salt, as jagged lighting bolts penetrate the sky, my legs contract, bringing my body to a standing. Feeling the steady caffeine - driven thump of my heart.

Waves 7/24/11

Waves break along the shore, as sand fills my sneakers. Sand angels left basking in the dawn. Cascading rays of sun touch down on talcum soft iridescent granuals, as hermit crabs rush to my racing. Breath ensconced in a morning cocktail, as toxic drips of humidity taste upon my lips.

Heated Illusions 7/23/11

In the hurried of the morning's heat, my sneakers succumb to the force of nature. Waterfalls cascading from my brow, down the curvature of body parts, pooling in vibrations throughout my soul.

Scolding of heat 7/22/11

Ghosts swirl in the hollows of the heated hallways. Deadness of morning air has my flesh looking in both directions for a place of refuge. Almost instinctive now, my sneakers skip to the covering of shade beneath the dripping foliage. Drips dry before heating the pavement, evaporating on flesh, as secrets long lost forgotten, erode with the scorching.

Color of Haze 7/21/11

Lushness of early morning silence echoes from each rose petal.  Succulent beads of dew hang suspended above each thorn. The scent of heat so thick it latches onto my breath, as my sneakers peer out from a black frame of pavement.  Heat, as an antique paisley shawl, wrapped so tight, it cuts off my breath.

Seclusive Serenity 7/20/11

Sometimes wanting to do everything. Run beyond every hill. Investigate every bend in the road. Other times, simply wanting to slow down, relax, as the sun pampers my spirit. Enjoying the massage of sun beams on my shoulders. From the inside of my reflection pool, to the edge of the world, I unwind in naked seclusion

A swim in the sky 7/19/11

 Feet cemented in my sneakers, straddled in a morning sunburst. An ocean of turquoise blue carries my breath in flight with the birds. The peek - a -boo play of my shadow, melting ahead of me, spillage evaporating in the sizzle of the pavement. The sun light's torch piercing my back, as a river runs deep down the curvature of my spine.

Submerged 7/18/11

Sea sponges sprout from my ears, soaking up the residual dew of my body. Draped in the coolness of seaweed, as cucumber waters spill from my breath. Gazing up at the timelessness of the hill, the crystal chandelier of the sun, exposing droplets entrapped in the fountain of my pores.

Molecule of Breath7/17/11

The smallest of rounded molecules rolling down my brow, out spoken from every body cavity across my flesh, painting a canvas across my belly. Stepping closer to the edge of pure delusion, under the direction of the forsaken relentless heat of the sun.

Heat 7/16/11

All efforts are thwarted, as if I am walking a path in the desert. Mirage of ocean up ahead, as I panic in  my own intensity of body heat. Sun spilling down over me, air so thick, muscles twitch as they slice through the iron curtain of humidity.

Whisper of wind 7/15/11

Splashes of heat radiate off of me, igniting colors of my tapestry, as a symphony of air passes above me.
 Adorned jewelery of salt beads around my neck, heading East into the sprawling sun, my naked body revealed just beneath my loin cloth, as unbridled intimacy floats down the curvature of my belly.

Diamond Breath 7/14/11

The privileged window from which I wake, moonlit marble, and the various thoughts I had last night, all chisel out under the morning sun.  Beneath the trees, I turn diamonds into a pattern of secrets. Only slowly, do I realize, from passing glimpses, through half - open doors, that almost every pattern of diamond is different. Reflective, as prisms bouncing off the mountains to the edge of the world. My flesh dipped in honey

If Only.. 7/13/11

Deceptions of the sun 7/12/11

The mere deceptions of the sun, as the birds playact in suspended flight, watching me with conspiratorial glances. Careful balance constructed, as I question the desire of overwhelming heat. Offering of free advice from the sun gods, spoken in innocents, launching into a meditative cleansing, feeling my body blur with the watery sounds, via my vessel of dripping salted sweat.
   

Morning's Mirage 7/11/11

My solitary yacht sail flutters in the breeze, as the pale blue and silver grays of the sea merge with the rose gold of the sun. My feet amble back to my wooded retreat, hidden away under my canopy, a thousand miles logged, under sometimes, a freezing rain and whistling wind.

Self pool of intoxication 7/10/11

Stepping off the curb, running round the bend, toes touching, heels suspended. Dreams so laden with sweat that I could easily drown in my own pool of intoxication. Looking like a tree trunk swaying with imperceptible movement, it is then I  enter stillness. I pantomime pulling back, anchored to the ground, my breath picks up, carrying messages in the wind.

Floating 7/09/11

My feet dancing across the page, escaping towards the sea. Hard not to be smitten, floating and disappearing into a sea of shells. Neither grand, nor pretentious, my blood the color of fine red wine bringing a sense of decadent to my breath. Hypnotic effect of a passing cloud. The sun in warm glamorous hues of pink turning into gold. Humming the sound of the sea, as it appeases my soul.

Cloudy Day 7/8/11

 The unabashed joy of direct caressing sunlight, I scream "touch me, touch me," as small flickers etch from behind the clouds.  Exhaling stale air into the extinguishing momentary flaw of the clouds. Recognizing today will have to be a contrived dream, on an endless beach on a golden summer's day, as thought far removes me from the thunderous sullen clouds overhead.
     I slide my sneakers along the pavement, and speak in whispers to the birds, as they drink on the nectar of honeybees.

Summer's Heat 7/7/11

My senses shined up like silver, as verses etch across the sky. My nose fills with the scent of fresh cut grass, in a moment of redemption. Peering from my ocean of light to the wooded trail. Breath fills my lungs, wraps around my heart, escapes through the portal of my softened lips, leaving it's vapors as mist on my eyes. From beginning to end, my legs unfurl in the summer's heat. Delusions escape under the burning of my brow.
    

Yesteryear 7/6/11

Sweat burns my eyes, as the encroachment of trees haunt of yesteryear. Violins play soundly in the backdrop, as names and places are remembered in the logging of my miles. Another time, another place, my sweat dribbled on distant lands, ravaged by my soul, forgotten by the mighty sword of fate, as wall sconces light my way in the darkness. An early morning, not yet swept away by the shadow of the moon. My breath felt heavy in my chest, as feet press into the blackness of pavement.  An early rising blue jay leads me to the honey glow of sunrise, as dew covered petals of crimson rose, release their tongues in the flutter of my sweat. 

Faint Sounds of..7/5/11

 ....taking a larger breath, falling one step backward into the camouflage of the foliage. Faint sounds of an unfolding morning. My sculpture tilts back in a red robin's playing of a saxophone, breath expanded so fully that my walls are bending outward to contain it. Purposeful wondering, deer playing peek a boo tracing my footsteps. Allowing scent to outplay thought, a wild rose bush encroaches my path, lingering at the tip of my nose.

Sun Drops 7/4/11

Raindrops turn to sun drops, as they melt like dew, on the tips of my eyelashes. Forecasting thoughts too deep to reveal, I skip along to the river's edge. Melting into the mountains, the water so much greater than I. Beads of perspiration fall like rose petals, as the disparity holds the paradox of the day. Leisurely delivering little spurts of effort, my breath falling through my body, tumbling down into my lungs. Running damp and happy in the heavy dew of morning. Tingles of freedom run up my spine, unimpeded from my tailbone to the top of my head. Allowing muscles and bones to take over, drifting on this new strange sensation.  Fewer breaths straying to the outer edges......

Hydrotherapy 7/3/11

Showering in the rain, as my shadow remains within the boundary of the drops. Stretching out through legs, feeling the suppleness extend up and through the curvature of my spine, creating the feeling of being bare and naked. Breathing deeply and evenly, riding each inhalation, moving body with a wavelike pulsation to a deeper release of rest. The air has once again, become smooth, as my sneakers pick up, my sails unfurl overhead, as the silvery streak of my silhouette fades in the foliage. Waiting on an inevitable thunder storm for the rays to shine again. Hydrotherapy has made me putty in the hands of the storm gods.......as showery drops drench my flesh, I forget from where once I began.

Cord of Connection 7/2/11

I pass through, holding my breath, feeling my heart beat steady at the command of my sneakers. A voice tells me, to take a breath, release a breath, and then to hold in the stillness. In the opening between breaths the world opens wider, clear as glass, as the wind blows tracing the lines of my face. The river in the distance, changing course from north to south, cauterizing my lungs in the deepest of places.

Euphoria 7/1/11

Pressing myself against a wall of sky, exhaling stale air, the sun peering directly through my skin. My body just a costume for my play, as my sneakers collide in a serendipity dance. Shells of breath slayed out along the beach, my muscles contract with each step.