the Violin...

When I first arrived at Salt Lake City for Massage School in 2001, I would go running at night...that way no cars were about and the pollution from the cars would dissipate into the mountain air, I was free to rule the night...me and the bright lights of 7Eleven. It was tickling since all the Indians had taken these stores over in the midwest, but Here in the Mountains...it was still white owned. I remember delivering Milk to the Dunkin Donuts in the outlaying chicago-land areas and ALL of them being owned by Indians, if Dunkin Donuts wasnt american, I bet Gandhi would be imprinted on a Donut with a gifted saying...it might make our days go by better...I don't know.

While running, I would always pass the Police station; across the street stood a dark brown building with large windows, always reminded me of that "alice in wonderland dream I would have..the large bushes..who was hiding behind them, the tree with the hole...there was a owl in it, and the darkness...and silence..what could be waiting for you, and so I never really paid attention to this structure...until...

I had moved to Sugarhouse, the same representation of yuppie-ville wrigley-ville, without the CUBS. Actually the cubs was the SugarHouse park: Gay hill for the fireworks, moved from 900 east because of the skate park being put in, and also goose and duck swamp...actually a beautiful scenery with mountains in the background...so orange during fall, and the children screaming to the roar of plastic cutting through inpenetrable ice as they flew down hill and up again...air whispering to them:"your going to die when you hit the ground again" they loved it!

Shelly and I shared a apartment...if only she knew how much I wanted her. watching her sing those metal shoes upon the ice..she was more than snoopy skating..hell Schultz knew nothing about a woman singing metal upon ice, thats why he had snoopy doing it..a figment of his deranged imagination...a dog smiling and skating, and we took it all in stride, so funny, so mystical, HAPPY, while the block head sat at home depressed, maybe manic, WE the audience wanting his life to be better..."CHARLIE...CHARLIE...."

I would frequent the Library and it was'nt because of the powerful and seductively intelligent woman there..well sometimes it was. those times when you could smell there scent..plain and lovely, nothing hiding there true love, that of loneliness..just wanting to approach you as you sifted through the classical section...but that is another story...

I picked up this movie one day...and being a honest soul...yes...only because I saw Samuel Jacksons name on it...Samuel L. Jackson, but I did see the title first...before his name..so I am mistaken: THE RED VIOLIN. This movie has sparked something within my soul, that time...Year 20002, the snow falling slow, whispering excitement to be alive...for only one moment...it was true beauty and I felt that touch of the dark one...satan they call him. ruler of the violin, fiddle, viola...such nonsense, it was my hidden soul feeling that touch...the music opening something within me so long lost.

Funny it is................that dark building I mentioned some five paragraphs ago...it was a Violin School...perhaps even in its time of closure...it called out to me. yes singing this sweet song of Hello, even in the night time, wanting to be loved, like all of us; slumbering in the night fall, we brush against our lovers body...only then when in the context of WAKE and SLEEP to we truly see the importance of that love bonding us together...and we have that true tendency to whisper into our lovers ear,the daring words of "I LOVE YOU....I NEED YOU....I WANT YOU." Our lover, our soul given to them at some past instance when pupil met pupil, iris's dances there wonderful fluttering of lash to lash, we wake happy and alert, unknowing unless the touch awoke our most powerful bliss...that time 3 o'clock of lighted bliss...we wake with the smiling temptation of love...it took us last night in our sleep...yes I know this happened...I drowned in it, the feeling taking my breath away..I aught to die...and I welcomed this death..because...because it was true and innocent. Yes this building told this.

I watched this movie this VILE RED VIOLIN, the soul of human and music rapped into one..the soul of GOD, it slipped from his mouth in a long sleep...he did not know as it passed the mountains and on to the mist where frogs and snake hiss...pleasant delights for us all to miss. Yes this RED Violin brought nightmares of pure beauty to me.

Now the time is further...my...almost 6th in a year men call NEW, a time of NEWNESS, but It is still OLD and embracing us in sleep and soon to be.

Right now, my wine to my left, the RED life force of innocent, it looks at me, waiting. Music run through me,like my lovers lips upon my heatness. the RED VIOLIN consumes me.

I look at the Violin...TI'S a woman. the lovely neck long and sharing. her shoulders the top part, the strings flowing, waiting for swift,quick and strong hands to caress her. the lower part, the wondrous hips of a woman, Hips of life, hips of love, her lover holding her in the night, not wanting to let go of the hot and sweet whispers that are hers to lead you.

the long strings still reach lower, finding the sacrum of the wonderful wood, color and shine or the violin. It is a mystic wonder...that man made the violin in the image of a wonderful full figured woman...yes that GOD planted this wonderful line of unstable, yet dangerously beauty to this mind.

The line of sweet lineage going across her as music is made, the birth of yet another child. so lovely it looks....and all will name it, all will love this song, this well ow, and scream, be it soft, slow or fast, it is of us all.

How it truly takes me away, I can hear the sound all night, wondrous and never empty. WINE, TALK, LOVE,FRIENDSHIP, THE MOON and WE. so lovely it is, the soft screaming of a instrument...the soul runs with it never wanting to return,but instead die upon vibrations of wonderment.