SkycladGypsy

I _AM_ trying! But... I realise... giggle the point Let's be honest... yet another... perhaps, perhaps, perhaps... Devious Progress wounded is not dead

I build homes That bear no walls More than just shelter But a place to heal I am the shoulders Strong enough To carry your load Arms always open To comfort Ears always ready To hear of your woes Hands that are meant To wipe away tears Lips that tell truths You needed to hear And some you would Rather they didn't The sanctuary To unburden your soul No one is ever Turned away Long, long after you leave I will always be here to provide For needs you were not aware That you needed If only You will allow me I ask for nothing back In return Here You will always Be welcome

"Republicans promote Christian family values; Democrats do not believe in God" "Oh.  And here I thought that Republicans cheated on their wives with men; Democrats with other women."

"Do you wear that star as a sign of the Devil?" "The Devil made the stars?" "I like that circle necklace you wear." "It's the moon." "Oh." "Why do you seem to promote witchcraft?" "Why do you wear a murder weapon on your neck?"

as the sharp stab becomes a dull ache we sometimes mourn the act of healing

Wandering halls In my house of dreams Never used items laying dormant Boxes stacked Reach toward the ceiling Not sure if the are coming or going Books piled up Near shelves never hung An empty bed No one has slept in Limp lace panels Blow in a breeze Coming from the open door No one will walk through Shadows dance Upon the walls Mocking the life never lived here Small black cat Curled up on the porch A place at the table Set for one

Home is where you are where are you?