Rootless Survivors

We gaze into our wave filled eyes, and the realization dawns, muted but firm, it is us, only us, against the ebbing world.

Roses and Alabaster

It whispers the ugliest words, echoes of those who hurt the tenderness in us.

I can only sit and observe the winding streets of your hurt.

Into ash and stone leaping downwards. This place would never feel like home.

Thinking of home I am a Universal vagabond with my heart strapped on

In the hovering bowels of mysticism where the cynics hang their hats, she waits to be acknowledged.

You can give a million pieces of your heart.

I can't recall ever longing for silence more than in this moment.

There's a faded line etween reality band time.

And it harm none Mama formed the mission, holding her Bible a glory soaked misfit.

Save the idle banter and the petty, senseless chatter for the next innocent victims of your self created disaster.