Category: Just Believe (My Life Story)
These blogs are a true story of a young man named Junior Rendon and his struggle with kidney failure.
FOX and HOUND
Dear readers I normally don’t publish posts with profanity in them. Please excuse me as I don’t aim to offend anyone of you with this post. At times decent,clean words will fail us and the more appropriate word needed to express the intensity of the emotion will be a swear word. Whether you agree or not makes no difference. Thanks for your understanding
-Eva
FOX and HOUND
They met as children
When their universe was new
She held the stars
In her deep-set eyes
She knew nothing of meanness and lies
The fox and hound
These two grew and grew
A friendship formed
From 2 seeds planted in the ground
The years went on
Characters were set in place
While she played with dolls and lace
He’d take a thousand beatings in his face
They pledged a friendship’s love
He said he’d forever have her back
They pledged a friendship’s love
Promised he would never slack
And she trusted the fox
With her very life she did
Threw caution to the seven winds
Only to end up in a box
The one who pledged to have her back
Was nowhere to be found
That night the predator came
He did not stop him
He did worse than doing nothing
He took his turn in his best friend‘s rape.
And my heart weeps with hers
And my heart aches with hers
For how can a mother have stopped this?
The rape of her own child
And justice will do nothing
Not a fucking thing will be done
For all the laws men write
Are all stacked up against her
The laws of this land are perverse
Everything is ass backward
Progress travels in reverse
For you see the laws say,” She asked for it.”
And justice will do nothing
Not a fucking thing will be done
For all the laws men write
Are designed to undermine her
You didn’t just rape my child
You stole from all of us
You violated our way of life
Run like hell before God takes yours
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013
Busy Mind #24
Comes Divine Intervention
Music
Silence
Mutability
Living
The road less traveled
Took me to a beach at night
Money isn’t everything
Music
Silence
Mutability
Living
Dissatisfied genius
Like a bird in a cage
Whose song has ceased
Strange inventions
Act I- Birth
Act II-Childhood
Act III- Adulthood
Act IV- Death
Music
Silence
Mutability
Living
The awful night thunders of revenge
Going for a walk
I’m going home
Dissatisfied genius
Strange inventions
I’m not alone here
From way up above
Comes divine intervention.
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013
Busy Mind #21
I woke up shaking
Alone in my room
The gray sheet-a twisted rope
Breathing as if from running
Motionless-for the longest while
Laying on my back-spread-eagle
Staring up at the spackled ceiling
With ear in tune to other sounds from the house:
A teapot whistling
A smoker’s sputum filled, hacking cough
A long drawn out yawn
My dog barking at the approaching mail man
Ma’s bacon sizzling on the cast iron griddle
In the shower, a girly voice singing Taylor Swift‘s “Mean”
The soft hum of the 5 blade fan over my bed
I had been dreaming
I woke up trembling-not sure why
The dream’s detail’s eluded me
I was certain I was running
This was recurrent
A previous condition
For a prolonged time; no dreams would come
Then with out notice, they’d return
A whole flood of them- a torrent even
I’d put off going to bed ’til I’d succumb to my restlessness
R.E.M. would kick in-to suck me into the vortex
I’d fall asleep frightened-to awaken terrified
I’d calm myself by listening to Ludwig’s “Moonlight Sonata”
Watching the smoke from a neglected pipe rise to my spackle ceiling.
I’d run away all of my life
At 16 I ran from my ma
Left her a note in chicken scratch
Told her not to worry
When I was 22, she died
Then the runaway returned
To her still, cold body waiting for me in a pine box
The old place-resembled a macabre masterpiece by Goya
The house stood naked, paint pealing-like a harlot in need of a manicure
An old rain coat stuffed in the front bay window
Bright yellow police taped blared at me:
“STAY THE HELL OUT VAGRANTS AND RUNAWAYS!”
That’s what my eyes read
My eyes red-from stinging tears
Once again,returned all of my fears
I stared at my reflection
In the old cracked oval gold leaf mirror
Left outside on the porch
Why did I run?
Where did I go?
Did nothing change?
I was still the same man…
That guy with a previous condition.
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013
Altered Book: Exploring Literature/Lynn Altenbernd
Eva Santiago 