16:13
Poor little boy. They didn't tell you did they?
Trying so hard for peace. For happiness. Why won't they like you?
They didn't tell you did they?
Bombs don't just kill the one they're meant to.
Curing disease by killing the patients.
They didn't tell you did they?
If only you'd talked to Luke first, he would have told you.
He would have told you Chapter and Verse of what to do.
Pity. You thought you knew the answers. Held the keys.
Little boys always learn though.
Nothing is sadder than a dreamer.
It's just a good thing they caught you in time. All is not lost.
Little boys always learn that chains hurt less when you don't pull against them.
Just in time.
Thank goodness.
Trying so hard for peace. For happiness. Why won't they like you?
They didn't tell you did they?
Bombs don't just kill the one they're meant to.
Curing disease by killing the patients.
They didn't tell you did they?
If only you'd talked to Luke first, he would have told you.
He would have told you Chapter and Verse of what to do.
Pity. You thought you knew the answers. Held the keys.
Little boys always learn though.
Nothing is sadder than a dreamer.
It's just a good thing they caught you in time. All is not lost.
Little boys always learn that chains hurt less when you don't pull against them.
Just in time.
Thank goodness.
posted by Jason at 5:24 PM
3 Comments:
No... nothing's sadder than an exhausted, devastated dreamer. Don't pull at chains when you know they're hopeless.
But Think. ....:-)
Sweet, young man. They did tell you.
There was no peace. It tore at your soul, the internal war. They do like you. There are those who also want nothing more than to own you, claim you like land, stabbing their flag into your heart.
They did tell you.
Wars are waged for sacred beliefs. There are landmines under this good earth. They told you and told you, whispered it to you.
You needn't listen to Luke, or Mary Ann. There is no master to answer to, none but you. But when are you going to make up your mind? Love youself as much as the Gods do? When are you going to see that those that claim adoration want nothing more than to trap you in a green vase and keep you there, like Jill in her pumpkin shell?
Perhaps He would have told you, that you would kill one to please the other, but He might also urge you to see the difference between true Light and Light's mimic.
It is a pity. You do know the answers. You do hold the keys. But you must stand for something. You must will your world your way. The hands that toy with you, and steal from you whisper to you that you will never be free, "You belong to me."
Little boys become men. They dream of becoming heros, champions, warriors. Few can actualize the myth into their tangible realm.
Nothing is sadder than a roaring lion who succumbs to those weaker than he. Who allows his happiness to be condemned, and his freedom to be held in chains.
All is not lost. Not yet. You could still choose to roar, to claim your throan, to demand the life you seek, to ... choose. Choose wisely. One pill makes you smaller, the other ten times ... well, you know the rest.
And really, you should know, the chains, are an illusion, blink again, and you'll see, the dark hypnotized you, strong armed you into believing them to be .... but, really ... that was the greatest trick they ever pulled.
Thank goodness, yes.
Thank Love, Peace, & Truth as well.
Jase,
I have written another thankyou on my blog comments for your lovely comment, my previous response being inadequate. x
PS Be very careful about anonymous commenters on this kind of subject.
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