A Dream, A Garden

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Every morning I curl my hair and plan to take over the world, yet I’m stuck in your imagery, your paint and your pearls so you could win me over like oil burning crayons

Every morning I plan to save these children yet when you yell at me I feel like a child-broken and crying out for peace

My anxiety rumbles like death coming into the night, like how Anne Sexton feels every night her husband walked through the door: disappointed in this dimension

Every day I think of the men that failed me and I wonder why lesbianism couldnt be right

Because a man needs a woman more than I need a man

I could break loose if I didn’t need my muse, the sex is just for entertainment now and the seed is boring to look at. I beg my God to show me the way so that…

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Author: Grandtrines

Like so many people, I am a paradox. I am a politically conservative vegetarian. I am from a Christian background, and still tend to like those values, but am a metaphysical astrologer trained in science who has an interest in the magic of ancient Egypt and a weird belief that some piece of our essence can live on a server. I live in Texas, but like chatting with my international Wordpress pals the best. I learn by teaching. Technically, I am a "Leo," but I am very, very Aquarian with a dose of Scorpio. I bitterly complain about Algol (and Algol personaliites), yet it is the one star that defines me most (other than Regulus). (Which, oddly, makes me an Algol personality.) I am a reclusive lover of peace and quiet who has the Ascendant in the Via Combusta (the most conflict ridden part of the zodiac). I am an incredibly private person with a blog with over 800 followers and 50 to 150 regular daily visitors. I could go on, but I think you get the picture.

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