Welcome to the blog

.

What 's in the blog?

My thoughts. Maybe even my thoughts about you, in the form of poems, notes, and music. If its important to me, my thoughts will be shared...

Why the blog?

Everybody heals in their own way. This blog is my way...

Peter Pan Was A Pussy Whipped Boy Who Was Never Allowed To Grow Up

Sunday 19 December 2010

Some men are very much creatures of the now, in that they possess an under developed aspect of the male psyche that seeks solace in a woman’s arms with the immediacy of a child crying for milk from a mother’s breast.

These men hunger. They crave the security that suckling brings. The removal of hunger and the feeling of closeness to another human being, together with a sense of being somewhere, all underwrite their drive to “play”, as women call it, because men can find themselves quite lost at times. The lost boys are therefore not only fictional characters in the Barrie novel, they are the souls of boys who were never allowed to grow up and who remain at risk of being chained to a lost mothers apron forever.

Any mother will do for a lost boy, so long as she has heaving bosoms and a warm heart. Just like any port in a storm, a mother will provide a safe haven. It is a woman’s lot to provide shelter and succour to a child in need, which is why “She” is called Mother Nature. She, who often feels abused by men who come and take their fill and leave nothing but the mark of their passing, knows that her heart carries the world. As a consequence of this she can do little else, but afford warmth and shelter because she is the mother to all.

The mother is never fooled, she has heard every sob story and deceit and she has already healed a multitude of hearts because everything that is taken by those lost souls was offered willingly with love. A real mother would see no harm come to anyone.

The woman on the other hand stands at the quayside lamenting the departure of every ship that passes because she feels betrayed. With every passing ship she laments the gifts that were taken because she never truly gave.

The woman’s heart aches for the failure to stay one of life’s impromptu little boys from their onward voyage of self discovery. She will never wish a bon voyage, instead she always calls for doom upon the rocks in sight of the next port. She laments her loss at what was taken from her because she had expectations of much in return. Had she shared details of any contract our lost boy might have held out to another port because he is searching for a haven, not a permanent berth and there is found epiphany, in the question, what did you expect? Dishonesty wrapped up in expectation leads to resentment on both sides because a contract with hidden terms is never binding, not even in nature.

A lost boy is always lost, so much that Mother Nature bids women to either save him or not with a true heart void of expectation, but not to hinder him from his onward journey, for love can be his destination with a fair wind and good wishes. The truth is that only when his path crosses a mother true to her nature can a lost boy find the opportunity to truly fulfill his destiny to become a man that can...

0 comments:

Post a Comment

Please feel free to leave comments about the blog or individual writings. Thanks for sharing.