Moving On - Children of the Children of God

This was inspired by a mixture of my own feelings being one of 8 and trying to disappear and something I read that Jules wrote about being curled up in the foetal position hoping that just one of the 'adults' would protect rather than harm her.

I cry every time I sing this song, even for other people.

Quick hide or pretend to be asleep

Someone's coming, someone's here

But there's not enough corners in one room for eight

So we sink into the corner we've made inside.

In that corner there is a tunnel,

That no man alive can find.

Even though the path to it's door

Is well worn

How dark is this place?

Will I ever, will I ever see lights face?

As I'm lost in the folds of my brain.

How long is the chain,

That I've swung this far into black?

Can it ever swing so far that it gets lost

On the way back?

Years have now gone by

It's all changed

The dark place you put me in is light

Your abhorrid behaviour gave me nothing but insight

And a strength that any warrior would be proud of

While you flounder

Your days now filled with remorse.

How dark was this place?

Didn't think I'd ever see light's face.

Now I know the folds of my brain.

Know the length of my chain

Now as bright as it was black

It never swung so far that it got lost

On the way back.

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from faith
Thursday, January 26, 2006 - 01:23
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Joey so well written and so well understood.

Keep writing Keep singing it's good.

Faith
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from
Saturday, January 14, 2006 - 19:53
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So right on!
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from solemn
Saturday, January 14, 2006 - 01:36
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Thank you Joey, It sucks as a man to talk about pain and fear. You have done a good job expressing the terror some have experienced. I could think of a thousand things this could relate to.
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From Joey
Saturday, January 14, 2006, 22:58
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Thank you very much indeed.

There are indeed a thousand things this could relate to and being familiar with the floor of my ocean of sorrow has made me comfortable with it. It's not a scary place any more. In fact it's fuel and motivation and knowing my floor well has given me an increadible level of stability. It's there for everyone, just got to reach out and grab it.

It's a real shame that it's hard to talk about certain things as a man. I've tried where ever possible to treat everyone I meet as sexless first and then let their sex put it's perspective on me later. It works untill there is someone I meet whose energy tears me apart and I'm attracted to them on the inside and the outside.

I've written lots of things and as they usually are very personal I feel as though I'm standing in front of a household of people naked telling of all my inner secrets the way I was made to in TF. I kind of got used to it after I got so many positive responses, with people saying that they got so much from my openess. I figured that it was a small price to pay if I got payed out on every now and then for being a soft cock or a pussy, when most people would say that it was very deep but took them somewhere they hadn't been before and thanked me for it. These were all responses from people who hadn't been a part of TF.

It's asking,

If my heart wearing sleeve

And the things that I've seen

Excite you?

Does this lively dream

And my insides that scream

Incite you?

Or is this song just the same

As the one with no name

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From Sydney
Tuesday, March 14, 2006, 21:26
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I wanted to comment on this post but I can't find the words at this present time... I'll write you an email. :-) :-((reply to this comment)