Sunday, September 02, 2007

Good morning – how many ice cream did you have this morning? I know you had  least 2 for sure!!  Spring festival  was on Yarra, Pecific Islanders?  Always something going on that riverside. It skewed so many people from AFL yesterday.  Yes the season of airy dearly reflection on ‘a footy field again.  The wonder field take you back you were one of the player. Hot blooded splendorous roman gods looks. Like renaissance Masters craftsmanship.  I think AFL players are the  most beautifully  built in   physically then any other sport players.  I must say you have the physics of a  player when you were young. The pair of splendorous long legs. I admire your long legs. Like a thoroughbred horse legs are for running and winnings, yes wining is the name of game for the thoroughbreds are!!  That is why you were a good runner. Fast agile. But you have bit of flab in your tummy heee.  Few bandaged pictures of  your old footy field, the passages and the  transitory.   Some of your friend coming all over the world again.   A  annual pageantry of catching up in fantasies of perfection few years back  in an old days. I think some of your friends are very eccentric and gruffly funny. They think I am an ET. They don’t know  what to with me!  Probably all their brains are  filed  theories of ocean floor or deep space of black hole shoes…    All outshined diaries in their tongue. By the way, your work-out regime, we have to find another personal trainer.  Training you like a race horse. Spartan regime; no ounce of fat in your tummy, what do you say? I know why you don’t live with me `100%  of your time. because  you want to do your way; eat ice-cream  every now then, sizzling venison and pork sausages every now then.  Butter in fridge and slopping around house  and no one touches your precious gadgets etc… anyway we have to fund a good trainer  So keep  up your “the Look”  Well yes I agree, you must fit into his schedule, how? -  yaa ya here is the solution: I am the personal trainer. I follow you with my yoga mat on the road  when you are traveling, heeee – free of charge–  heading standing and universal twist for you while you watching, then you will know how good I am and  you will be appreciate  my cultivate  expression of life.  Your life will be wonderfully miserable with so many “not to do”  heeee?  Then you steal my chocolate and cheating on me  eating ice-cream  outside!  Then our game is set!  Anyway you look wonderful in camera. I gave a huge kisses in your faces, eyes and lips. But the cold computer screen was a digital space and your faces was ephemeral as the picture only, I could not feel your warmth and feel the texture of smelt of your skin. Tears were salty and  throaty. Dearest, the duration we live in this world, our life  is like flash of lighting like the Kakadue where you took me few years back. amazing  rain was. Whole universal thunder dance, yes the thunder dance it made me cry when I thinking of these. Every time when I hear thunder I feel so omniscient. I was thrilled to be to be with it.   There was power  was there dark force we mean to like that way, you remember I was standing  top of the rock feeling and seeing the universal opening on the stage; it was my stage. The  dark thunder lighting dance, dark dark steps steps struck struck thunders thunders  lightings lightings  struck struck symphonic  earthlings,  menacing rages without mercy.  Moment is negation only the opening and ending,  no intervals. Urgent intense. Knotty poised systematical dancing steps.  There is no hidden, troops of opening came with pouring fireflowers tones tones tones  and endings only, pouring purging into the earth firmly forcefully again.   You through I was dead. How could I with these splendorous dance, warm generous soft welcome with the crazy old man fire  omnipotents. its dance front of us; we were the only audience.   the Kakadue  splendor dark  field only the power and us become one. It was a infinite duration We were caught  up the whirling life force cosmic pageantry; you take me again ok. Fire dance yes fire dance I will be the fire dancer in your heart my beloved. I will dance as you wish in your soul in your eyes in your bed…I want to sleep with you same bed every night rest of my life. p.s today is fathers day? If it is “happy fathers day! You always want a  gift-selfish!  7; 12am, 02/09/07   8:46:53 AM