The shapes in the dark move about like ghosts, in black, skin-tight wetsuits …begging for the dawn, to ride the waves on the sea. A flock of birds sing, scraping the aquatic; all heads turn. The earth spins on. It controls the invisible eddies, the tides of the sea that could turn tons of power per square inch into a momentary masterpiece.
It starts with the slightest tint of blue rising in the east, and emerald when one turns west. The ones in the black wetsuits hold their breath. Bodies jerked, as explosions from the sea were heard.
The waves bring the ghosts, the immortals ---only the brave can breathe in this emerald world. There’s no tightening of the chest, but if there is, the masterpiece grows teeth. Thoughts then turn shapes of this emerald world into prehistoric creatures, just below the surface. Their body then belongs to someone else.
Suddenly …that incredible power per square inch collapses against a body, now nearing rocks; panicked breathing comes next, then it all stops. The sea answers all questions with a mystery. To say you understand only proves you’re no surfer, just a dream to contain such courage.
“Just remember to breathe, don’t do anything ridiculous like talk.” The blue tint in the east still is rising, and now has mixed with the greatest painters of the past. The kid couldn’t wait a moment more. The sunrise is here, at least enough for him.
The kid, for a moment, stood on the precipice. ‘How many waves have exploded and been forgotten here’, he thought. His naked foot rested on the first, slippery, mossy rock. Just to get to the sea is a journey, a novel, as you move from rock to slippery rock. He moves even closer.
The rocks are cold and mossy with life. He’s showered as a cliff stands tall against a wave. He tries to control his shivering. He’s in Upper California, at Steamer’s Lane in the city of Santa Cruz.
That particular wave had travelled all the way from Alaska to prove its strength. Only in winter, with lips cracking, does Steamer Lane flex all of its muscles, remember, only the brave ---SURF!
The kid is close enough as he times the surf and jumps into the sea. To control your cold you must start paddling hard. The kid atop his surfboard turns into a river and pushes through the currents with ease. The kid is no kid when it comes to the sea. He’s been making his own river through all different seas since three. He breathes with ease here; he knows whatever it was, is, now, no longer exists out here. Only on land can it possess power to displease.
The kid keeps on paddling to the explosions. He seeks it out, as some people tremble when they think about it. But the kid feels more comfortable out here. The others in black wetsuits feel his courage ---as they paddle towards him. He’s in position. The first wave is his.
The winds now also are his. They blow against the wave and open her up. Up and over the wave ends with a gentle shower. Only out here does he belong …he breathes deeply. The horizon rises again to meet him. He turns, paddles, and he’s up to his feet…instantly. Its a million miles an hour, now, but the kid just flows, he bends between the power and the ‘still’ of the sea. He pulls his body into the curl, the tube, THE GREEN ROOM.
Inside he hears the roar, feels the power, scraps his hand against the wave to slow him down, the earth stops, everything stops except his, “Scream.”
He’s not alone in the green room. The greatest of the greats with color have gone mad, no need for ears here. The sunrise has splashed all its energy inside the green room. The colors are blending mixing …it’s a Sunrise Masterpiece!
The End
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Love-Sporting
I love this story (Read it),
Was it the ‘witching’ hour on Market Street San Francisco, California U.S.A? Everybody thought they heard screaming? –or, did it echo more of a mythological tone, nonetheless, the woman did in fact startle the rush hour crowd as she ripped off her clothes. The scream was memorable, as was she …
Just then, James Redburn got off work. He was on that same Market Street, walking to the subway. He was excited yet exhausted: Inside his head he heard the subway publc announcer announce the arrival of his train, and soon, he thought, with his wife and kids he'd be.
But he took a step back when he saw something to his right. It was a river of people several blocks away. They were running his way, with no intention of stopping.
James found a nook on one of Market Streets’ many. The river of people kept coming his way. The thought of out-running the crowd never entered his mind. With a step, he was fully protected now. He even relaxed to enhance the experience. Finally the naked woman came into clear view. She echoed more of a mythological tone ---his thoughts:
“She was running in and out of the crowd, nonetheless, never a touch was passed by her to any others. I think tomorrow on the front-page of The Diametric Newspaper I’ll read: A Goddess lives amongst us’!’
“The timing of her ballet-like movements was uncanny, proving, maybe; she actually was not of this world! –A Goddess?! Her brown locks were blowing like a Willow Tree, ‘just as withe as Willows boughs’,” he screamed to her as she passed.
And she screamed back, “It’s all because I’m a V.I.P. ---a very important person. Tonight I’m going to the event!” And then she said, “Follow me!” James followed. They ran so fast and so far they were now alone. She stopped in front of a building on Bush Street. This is it, she said. They walked in and were soon inside her apartment.
She sat down next to James, and pulled out a silver canister. Do you? –she asked, and James nodded.
She assembled something and moved closer to James. She was touching him and then she kissed him ---“That’s good. Now it should just take a minute. It’ll be in a minute.”
James was asked if he felt better a moment later, all he could do was nod, “Yes.”
She moved closer to James ---“Are you with us James?”
“Huh …who ---us?” James asked.
“Are you with us?!”
“Of course, I’m loyal! The canister is almost empty, isn’t it?”
“That’s very good,” she laughed and walked to her bedroom, “But the canister is for me. It’ll keep you manly for hours.”
She pulled out a yoga pad and started stretching. “This is how it begins, at least for me. I need to be loose. I want you to come with me.” She stretched for a few minutes and then walked to her closet. She turned to James, “It’ll probably be colder tonight. Huh? You are coming? Good!”
She put an overcoat on. She grabbed a fedora hat, as James stared at her as she adjusted it. James thought she should have worn the coat regardless of the weather, and the hat. “Are you ready James? Can you walk?”
“Let’s go,” James grabbed her hand.
Soon they were on the lorry going downtown. They grabbed a seat in the back. She pulled her fedora cap down. They moved closer together, watched the San Francisco Bay pass by.
They were there, where she was a V.I.P. ---“At the event.” They showed the guard their very important pass. With a smile the guard showed them the door, “We’ve been waiting, thanks for coming.”
With James’s arm on his date he grabbed the door-knob ---entering through. The laughter exploded in their ears. They were disoriented. James was alone.
A man (Zeus) whisked away 'the goddess' and held her high in his arms. A woman ran over and ran her hands threw his wavy hair. With one hand holding the ‘goddess’, and somehow maybe a flinch, he brushed the other woman aside. He then threw her to a man. He caught her, and a “Squeal,” came from the goddess.
The man raised his hands, fell to the floor, and screamed at the moon. He looked at a man next to him. He just laughed and grabbed the man’s throat. The man vomited. They started to wrestle. A woman screamed, “Draw,” and they stopped (Zeus and Hercules). Then ---rage, carnage, horrible atrocities followed ...
As James was forced to watch his ‘Goddess' get thrown ---‘in the mix’ …
The End
Was it the ‘witching’ hour on Market Street San Francisco, California U.S.A? Everybody thought they heard screaming? –or, did it echo more of a mythological tone, nonetheless, the woman did in fact startle the rush hour crowd as she ripped off her clothes. The scream was memorable, as was she …
Just then, James Redburn got off work. He was on that same Market Street, walking to the subway. He was excited yet exhausted: Inside his head he heard the subway publc announcer announce the arrival of his train, and soon, he thought, with his wife and kids he'd be.
But he took a step back when he saw something to his right. It was a river of people several blocks away. They were running his way, with no intention of stopping.
James found a nook on one of Market Streets’ many. The river of people kept coming his way. The thought of out-running the crowd never entered his mind. With a step, he was fully protected now. He even relaxed to enhance the experience. Finally the naked woman came into clear view. She echoed more of a mythological tone ---his thoughts:
“She was running in and out of the crowd, nonetheless, never a touch was passed by her to any others. I think tomorrow on the front-page of The Diametric Newspaper I’ll read: A Goddess lives amongst us’!’
“The timing of her ballet-like movements was uncanny, proving, maybe; she actually was not of this world! –A Goddess?! Her brown locks were blowing like a Willow Tree, ‘just as withe as Willows boughs’,” he screamed to her as she passed.
And she screamed back, “It’s all because I’m a V.I.P. ---a very important person. Tonight I’m going to the event!” And then she said, “Follow me!” James followed. They ran so fast and so far they were now alone. She stopped in front of a building on Bush Street. This is it, she said. They walked in and were soon inside her apartment.
She sat down next to James, and pulled out a silver canister. Do you? –she asked, and James nodded.
She assembled something and moved closer to James. She was touching him and then she kissed him ---“That’s good. Now it should just take a minute. It’ll be in a minute.”
James was asked if he felt better a moment later, all he could do was nod, “Yes.”
She moved closer to James ---“Are you with us James?”
“Huh …who ---us?” James asked.
“Are you with us?!”
“Of course, I’m loyal! The canister is almost empty, isn’t it?”
“That’s very good,” she laughed and walked to her bedroom, “But the canister is for me. It’ll keep you manly for hours.”
She pulled out a yoga pad and started stretching. “This is how it begins, at least for me. I need to be loose. I want you to come with me.” She stretched for a few minutes and then walked to her closet. She turned to James, “It’ll probably be colder tonight. Huh? You are coming? Good!”
She put an overcoat on. She grabbed a fedora hat, as James stared at her as she adjusted it. James thought she should have worn the coat regardless of the weather, and the hat. “Are you ready James? Can you walk?”
“Let’s go,” James grabbed her hand.
Soon they were on the lorry going downtown. They grabbed a seat in the back. She pulled her fedora cap down. They moved closer together, watched the San Francisco Bay pass by.
They were there, where she was a V.I.P. ---“At the event.” They showed the guard their very important pass. With a smile the guard showed them the door, “We’ve been waiting, thanks for coming.”
With James’s arm on his date he grabbed the door-knob ---entering through. The laughter exploded in their ears. They were disoriented. James was alone.
A man (Zeus) whisked away 'the goddess' and held her high in his arms. A woman ran over and ran her hands threw his wavy hair. With one hand holding the ‘goddess’, and somehow maybe a flinch, he brushed the other woman aside. He then threw her to a man. He caught her, and a “Squeal,” came from the goddess.
The man raised his hands, fell to the floor, and screamed at the moon. He looked at a man next to him. He just laughed and grabbed the man’s throat. The man vomited. They started to wrestle. A woman screamed, “Draw,” and they stopped (Zeus and Hercules). Then ---rage, carnage, horrible atrocities followed ...
As James was forced to watch his ‘Goddess' get thrown ---‘in the mix’ …
The End
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