It's almost 4 am

[joegoda]

I did not write tonight. I treated myself to a movie. V for Vendetta. There, in some parts of the movie, incredible poetry. There, in some parts of the movie, incredible truth. It was a movie that made me wish I had written it, because the complex simplicity of the story touched a part of me that I cannot express here. There are no words.

It is not for every one. There is emotive violence in some that will make some weep. There is, in the last 20 minutes, but lasting for a very short time, true violence that, while not gory, as in the ever popular and moronic slasher type, or pornographic in the sense of the Hellraiser type, may cause some to avert their eyes.

But the story is simple, and though this is not the premise of the story, it prompted this from me. No matter how much we may want the world to be a nice place, full of wonderfully understanding and loving people that live together in harmony, people that "Just get along", there are snakes.

Snakes that come in pretty packages and tell us that they are doing what they are doing for their or our own protection or good. Snakes that hide behind the screen of sanctity and claim piety while working toward their own gains without regard for the lives they may be harming through their own actions.

I applaud those that work toward the goal of understanding and love and harmony. It is they that keep me filled with hope that someday their dream of this world will become the true one; I see it happening, but slowly. They know who they are, and they know that I love and appreciate them, delicate and gentle flowers that they are.

I despise those that work toward their own goals of self-serving and self-protection, stepping on and standing upon the bodies of those that called them friend and lover. I have no time for these people. They darken and shrivel the very lives of those that come to see them as they are, and they suck the life from those that do not yet know them behind their masks.

I have known both. I have been in the company of both. I had, at one point in my life, been given the choice to go either way. The path I chose is either obvious or not. I know which one I chose, as do my closest friends.

Those that I love, know that I love them with all the depth of my being. Those that I despise... well, the Universe has a way about it. Balance will always be done.

To find the mask, and to see the face behind the mask, look for fear. Fear is the common trait to all two legged snakes. Fear of discovery, and the forked tongue will always protest too much. Let those who have ears hear it.

The FrankenClock just chimed 4 am. The wind is blowing, and a new day, my friends, is coming.

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[capi.livejournal.com]

*nods thoughtfully*

I rarely see movies these days, but i will surely not see this one. *shudder*

You are right - the snakes are out there. Plenty of 'em. And we all have to choose. Somewhere in our walk, we will come face to face with knowing we could be either one, and the temptations, the *allure* of the superficial rewards of snake-dom will be laid before our feet....

For me, the choice has come up repeatedly, but it's no choice, as far as i'm concerned. I have to be true to myself, and the choice was settled long long ago.

There is no question as to what *you* chose.

The only real question is, when you got to bed at four, when do you get up? *grin*

[joegoda.livejournal.com]

Though I went to bed at 4, I did get back up. I had to take an antihistamine to make me drowsy enough for sleep.. woo hoo!

I woke up at 10, briefly, then again at 2:50.. which is now.

I agree, Capitani. Once the path is chosen, and the path is true, one has that choice removed as long as they stay true to themself.

[journiey.livejournal.com]

Yes The Snakes Are Plenty And Hurtful, Reminds Me Of A Blues Song I Wrote A Few Years Ago, When One Such Snake Was Revealed, Based On An Aesops Fable

SNAKE EYES

Your Heart is Cold As Arctic Ice, You’d Make A Cucumber Ill
And Baby What You Call Compassion’s Giving Me The Chills
Your Ethics Hold No Tender Mercy, You Have A Stony Soul
And Your Idea Of Morality Honey, Is Full Of Thorny Holes

Snake Eyes Gonna Grab Ya, Snake Eyes Holdin Tight
If Snake Eyes Gets A Hold Of You Your Gonna Lose The Fight

You Remind Me ‘Bout A Story, Of A Slimy Snake
He Conned A Fair Young Woman To Take Him Across A Lake
He Said “Now Honey You Trust Me, I Never Will Bite You”
And So She Picked Him And Believed In Him Poor Fool!

Snake Eyes Gonna Grab Ya, Snake Eyes Holdin Tight
If Snake Eyes Gets A Hold Of You Your Gonna Lose The Fight

That Snake Started Cryin, Sayin He Didn’t Mean No Harm
The Lady Said “You Won’t Hurt Me, Your Much To Full A Charm
He Thought “Oh Baby PLEASE Forgive, I’m Gonna Do You Wrong”
Come On Dearie Trust In Me And Be My Little Pawn

Snake Eyes Gonna Grab Ya, Snake Eyes Holdin Tight
If Snake Eyes Gets A Hold Of You Your Gonna Lose The Fight

That Fair Trusting Woman Took That Slimy Snake To Her Breast
This Story Ends In Tragedy, And You Know What Comes Next
You Took Your Fearful Poison Fangs, And Sunk Them Deep In Me
Oh Hurtin People That Trust You Is Your Fouled Up Philosophy

Snake Eyes Gonna Grab Ya, Snake Eyes Holdin Tight
If Snake Eyes Gets A Hold Of You Your Gonna Lose The Fight

OH Snake Eyes Gonna Grab Ya, Snake Eyes Holdin Tight
If Snake Eyes Gets A Hold Of You Your Gonna Lose The Fight

If Snake Eyes Gets A Hold Of You Your Gonna Lose The Fight
Your Gonna Lose The Fight

[joegoda.livejournal.com]

And you never sent that to a music publisher? Just to see? Journiey, that is a very good song!

[journiey.livejournal.com]

No, Its Part Of My Script :)

[tapestry01.livejournal.com]

Well said!
Think I'll be seein' a movie this weekend...

[joegoda.livejournal.com]

It's a very good one. It's based upon a DC novel, and it's a view of what might happen if the Nazis won the war in England.

[ladyh.livejournal.com]

Why hon, that was shear poetry! I mean it!
Yeah, I think what you said here is why I live in the woods and really don't care to go much of any where else, still ...there's snakes now and then. After awhile your soul and psyche can only stand so much, and it has to rest.
I think, in my life, my other choice might be an RV, if I could afford it, to travel to back roads and forgotten places of this great country to talk to and share insights with the dying breeds out there.
I notice the thicker the population, the thicker the snake 'den', but that only makes sense due to the numbers. :-)
Like in that song I posted, the ones who sit on the park benches in the small towns, the woman who still can their food and bake their bread, the man who works 12 hours a day on a john deer, the ones gathered down by the VFW...ya know what I mean? Those who haven't had time to become snakes because they were too busy, they had values and integrity, and even went to church on Sunday and it meant something besides finding fault with others.
I think recently this 'out break' of news about molesters of children and other horrors has made me yearn for something ...I guess I'd like to see if it still exists, I'm growing more cynical about it each year I live.
This doesn't apply to those I know and love, I'm speaking of the general population.

[joegoda.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I firmly believe growing up in farm country creates a certain ethical and nature based respect for the world in general. Not that it didn't create it's own monsters, just that they were nothing compared to the monsters we now have.

[rowangolightly.livejournal.com]

*nods* Yep, I agree with that about growing up in the country and I'd biasedly (is that a word) extend that to most of Iowa. I grew up in a small college and farming town in southern Iowa; best possible climate for me to learn conscience and principles and community and independence of thought. They're a different sort of breed there which I redescovered when I went and did the Iowa State Fair. But that's getting so off the point.

I need to go see this movie. I need read the rest of this story. *sigh* But right now I gotta get this sewing done and stick to business. I'll make up for it later in fun when the sewing is done!

*hugs*

[joegoda.livejournal.com]

Hugs back to you, M'lady. Know that I respect you as I respect few other women. Much as I love and appreciate you, I sometimes feel your kindness and generosity of spirit may on occasion lead you to dance with snakes. Please be careful and please weigh all sides of any questionable story, as not all signs of defense are defensible, and not all that appears cute and innocent is.

I do apologize, but I did accept the new position, which does include a raise. I asked about the weekends, and though I may be able to vacation ONE of the days, Saturday had only a four hour window that is available to access through vacation. I do not believe I could do justice as a Part Time Dr. Dee. I could be wrong, though.

[rowangolightly.livejournal.com]

I understand, dear, even though it does make me sad. It's ok...there'll be other years for this. If you wanna come visit that would be very cool indeed. I'm happy for your new position and raise, and I understand; sometimes you just gotta do what is right for the realities of life.

And as for the snakes, I'm not afraid of them; they really can't harm me. Sometimes I do plunge in where I should perhaps not go but I'd far rather take the high road, hold up the light and believe the good about people rather than be skeptical. I have found many, many times that by expecting people to act in their higher good and believing they will, that they do. That is my purpose as light-bearer.

Yes, it is a conscious choice and yes, my eyes are wide open. It's ok....I'd do it again. Those particular vipers can't hurt me one bit. Truly.

[joegoda.livejournal.com]

You are, without a doubt, a Queen in every sense of the word. You remain untouched by the drama because you are the Queen, and untouchable you are. Even the snakes tread politely around you.

I, on the other hand, am whatever I may be. I've been told I have a heightened sense of justice. I've also been told I'm not too nice a guy.

I'm hoping to at least come up there to see the place. I think I've been lost in that area, and it's quite lovely. There are other years, tis true. Give me one more and I'll be published and I can travel as I wish, just me and my writing stuff.

You are, as always, my Queen. There is little I would not do for you, if you simply command me. You are correct though. The realities of life sometime hamper my desire to please. I am grateful that you are understanding and loving.

Give my Best to the Bruce. I will miss the two of you.

[rowangolightly.livejournal.com]

There are times, my very dear, that "not too nice" is precisely what is called for, and as always justice must be tembered with mercy. I'm certainly not goodness personified (gods, how boring that would be!) but once it finally dawned on me (get the pun?) that being a light-bearer was my job, it certainly clarified some things for me (oh, I'm SO punny today!)

It's all good, dear....and yes, I really think that the three of you should wander up in that direction. It is really lovely and a good place to get lost! There's no hurry, I have the feeling this faire and this place will be growing for a long time to come.

*hugs*