Planting a war and peace garden
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Jesus to the rescue. 15th
11.03.26 Larns She sits in the hard place of shape and mess. like languid gold, she slipped amongst the hearts that loved but could not hold her. Slim hipped and bronzed in the absolute truth of her descent . She slid through bars, in and out and under and over men. Each encounter a failing, a manifestation of some fault in the arms that pursued her until she escaped her self. Outside of love She was difficult, and she was beautiful until she became something else. MB 12.03.26 Too polite/ I have to learn to check things when they happen. The pretence of the show At first she had tried hard to avoid them, the heavy moving couple ahead, him hunched her burdened, in the invisible coils, which despite the space, tore a heavy wrecking silence between them But the voice had come, rasping like the devil on the wind. Her name, spelled out, unmistakeable. Till they were there two ghouls of damage bound together side by side, Him speaking twitching jagging,...
The first week of Gulf states and the late nights of monitoring.
02.03.26 Wrecked ships where we drown our love with no room for blunder. The forever sink of maternal love. Ancestral blocks in the hard rule of a mother's reign. The vagaries and dictats of the unhealed parent. MB 03.03.26 Bathroom tales The one eyed man rises Brute spilled in in a slap of heavy mortal voices. The first ministering of his rage. It speaks slipping under foot. Hitting walls and taps, and tile. The/ forced/ stop of order. Compacted, derranged. And so She takes her self off , quieting down slowly, damp beneath the sheets . Banished to the shame of order with Child ends that no longer sit neat or lay . A closed blind removal. Pushed down and punished. Holy frigid nun ordained. . She's all prim and proper now. Perfectly sequestered. Perfectly put away. No longer, offensive, fecund, sexual, beast. Cloistered sacred in quiet good girl space .For she has taken holy orders. Him, the one eyed man her confessor, Her jailer, her priest . ...
This war and the first of the nutty teeth.
Final outcome The likely result if you continue on your current path. The Chariot You reach the end of this situation by taking control and refusing to be pulled off course. Like an armored driver under a canopy of stars, you stay protected, focused, and committed to your objective. Conflicts do not linger; they meet your steady will and resolve into a clear victory. You face opposing forces that require discipline to steer: the black and white sphinxes tug in different directions, and the challenge is to harness both with determination rather than force. Progress is real, but the road is demanding, with obstacles, uphill stretches, and moments that test your hope. You organize, endure, and keep charging ahead, turning setbacks into proof of your strength. Movement and change follow from your persistence, and a work-related journey is imminent. Success arrives through sustained effort, not luck, and you win what you fight for—including confidence you earn by doing what you once d...