Saturday, October 03, 2009

Judge and jury

Man, I love that boy! We were going wrong, I don't know why, but he didn't like me, and I started just doing the right thing, and now we are in love with each other. He comes to me and asks for cuddles; he looks to me for succour and I am there for him.

Man, I love him! You think you love your boy but you don't love yours like I love that boy!

So M is saying to me, we are judge, jury and executioner with our own families, and I agree with him. Because I believe that too. I am a pacifist, a gentle, kind man, but let me tell you.

Let me tell you. If someone fiddled with Zenella or Zenita, I would take the knife from the kitchen door, go to their house and hack them down.

I will kill you if you hurt my girls. And I won't feel bad about it. I will laugh as I kill you.

You underestimate us. Small men. Quiet men. Our little, pointless lives. We live them and we're forgotten by all that do not love us.

Mrs Zen says, before you had kids you were never like that.

Yeah, true. Before I had kids, I never knew the depths of love. I never knew how much you could love a person. I never knew what I was.

I would kill you in front of the police station, in front of fifty witnesses, in front of a TV crew, on the six o'clock news. And I would laugh while I did it.

And if you are good to my kids? If you love my beautiful Naughtyman? If you hold him close and make him feel good to be alive?

Well, you need not ask. We will be friends forever. We will be lovers because we love him.

Let us love each other! I have plenty to spare. I realised, in the course of having children, that I am a man who has enormous reservoirs of love. I am not as small as I thought.


I was among friends today. I felt warm and loved, comfortable, at home. Everything I said was good, sure footed, real, right on the money. I didn't fuck up in any way. I nailed every conversation, every aside. I made everyone who interacted with me feel better for it. I uplifted and warmed everyone who was there. They were lucky, would have felt lucky, to be there, to know me.

My Naughtyman, my star, came and sat on my knee, and he didn't say anything, he just laid his head on my shoulder, he didn't have to say anything, I understood him perfectly. I didn't care about anything bad about my life just at that moment; all I knew was how much I love that boy. My life will never be bad. Never. My life will never be bad if I am loved. I truly believe that.


At 11:23 am, Blogger $Zero said...

Those last two paragraphs? This is why your writing should be widely published.

At 4:26 pm, Blogger Father Luke said...

One good thing about having a private
blog is that the comments are also
private. With that in mind I can be

Jenifer has four children, and I am
getting to know them. It's been odd,
because we have been expecting it to
take time for them to love me as she
and I love one another. Odd because
they took to me like peanut butter to
the roof of your mouth. I'm a hit.

The children are adorable. And while
thy are not mine by birth, I love them
as if they are. And they love me.

There is nothing else. Love is all that
matters in the end.

- -
Still alive in Portland Oregon,
Father Luke

At 4:30 pm, Blogger Dr Zen said...

Well, semi private.

I have to tell you something. The other day I had my photo taken for a pass, and the weird thing was, I looked at the photo, and said to myself "Father fucking Luke".

But that's okay. You're one handsome motherfucker. And of course kids like you, dude. They like people who don't lie to them.


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