Manoj Sachwani wrote:
I wrote this, based on my perception of the sketch..
A full bloom, none the less,…
a dark night, and a red dress.
It grows from beyond, and it feeds from the veins,
where once was hope, now walls, fear and disdain.
It waits for the sun, or waits for the feed,
the scream of love, the hunger pain, except nothing it needs.
A drop of solace, and touch of white,
may hold the dragon, bring it the deliverance of respite.
For now, it bars and it fights,
weighing, all who venture in the dark, dim light.
apathy allows a rage to escape while locked safely behind the double door
art by: cyn kuhn
Happy Mothers day Mrs Kuhn. Well at least he addressed me, most of the boys don’t any more. if i get a grunt from them I’m lucky. i stopped trying to interact with this particular group quite some time ago. is it the age? i don’t know, my dealings are with this limited few.
used to be…the house was FULL of kids..mostly boys, as my oldest daughter had moved out and my youngest didn’t seem interested in socializing at home other than on the computer, she didn’t seem to need or want physical interaction with her friends..it was all verbal for her, and fights never got physical when you were in them on line..she likes to talk shit that one does…wants to be a lawyer…hehe shes either gonna be one or need one…she is just now starting to travel outside of her home base….she is beginning to trust herself more…
Dan is happy he has more computer time, he likes the games. Dan likes it quiet. he gets nervous when there is too much going on. we are opposite, it works well in some ways and in others not so much
anyway i enjoyed those days
full days that lasted into the late into the night many times
i don’t remember exactly when that last summer was, when they included adults or anyone over 25 to their world. they still needed or wanted what i had to offer
learning about building fires and putting them out…how to make eggs, it took concentration to untie a knot, those kinds of things i was mindful to teach and had the knowledge to share…sometimes we learned together….like how to build skate ramps, and that you could jump your board over 2 people laying in the street, i learned their timing, walker was fast, cruz was slow..so when i took pictures of thm doing tricks i counted to 3 for walker and 4 for cruz
still to this day one of the most beautiful things i have ever seen experianced, it even brings tears to my eyes as i write about it is walker catching air…
i wish we could get that fucking car out of the driveway so they could skate there again. i mean they still can but not without abandon. i hate that car. it shouldn’t be there if it was mine it woulda been towed long ago.
i hate the heat here in summer too
it keeps me inside.
sometimes i forget how to get back out even when it cools off
Dan wants to make me a nice steak for mothers day. he grills them every Sunday. i like chicken or seafood.
i give the kids chores around the house to earn money mostly they don’t get done but i get nickled and dimed
cruz told me he wasn’t going to change his pants just to apply for a job. he said looking like he did he wouldn’t get hired unless he had different pants, i offered to buy him some, he refused. after 20 or so excuses and increasing tension. we both laughed, he was busted. and we both knew it didn’t matter, i couldn’t make him. he was in control all along on this one.
the old women gathered again, this was unexpected yet they were not surprised. little surprised them in this time and space..
the boy had been difficult to read, his colors were becoming murky and dark…his vision had changed…he could not see it, but the ribbon of his life had become twisted…he couldn’t feel it…and it was painful to them to the old women, so painful..
his ears were so full of his own voice that he could not hear them..
his heart was so full of his own love that he couldn’t feel the love from them…
he lashed out, a child god who had been denied nothing until now
he was asked to look at his other life and participate in what he had created there, and it was not easy, and it was not about him,
he stomped his feet and the floor shook,
their hearts broke
and when he shook his fists innocent blood was let,
the old women gathered…building a new cone of power…to wake him
WAKE Son….WAKE child….WAKE little god….WAKE….
there will not be another time, there will not be another chance….
WAKE or go the way of all the others before you….
she had fallen in love with the man with the child god, and he had fallen in love with her as well
she now represented all the things the child god thought held him back from becoming more, from becoming a big GOD
but in truth
she represented more than he could ever dream of
his fear welled up in angry knots on her back, and it painted muddy colors on her face..
he was pushing away his grace
WAKE WAKE WAKE
it moved through the air
its fingers slip beneath her door
tingles down her spine
and grabs hold
smell was the only sense she had left and it was all she needed at these times
rotting on the floor in the next room
he was done at last
for him the release was acid lilac, sweet intoxication
a chemical combination
she called him to her lap
stroked his greasy sweat thick hair
licked her fingers, sucked them greedily
breathed deeply the curve of his neck
and once again she claimed him
mommas sweet sweet little boy
*Note: This is a work in progress