I's all here like the children of the wind
like the aftermath of love
what chances are taken
with eyes blinded
making and stealing
what little time there is

crazed and hunting
the lack of nothing
is here
and all around us
with the ones

            we want

To Love.



Charity

To show my art
is to show my madness
to let it be revealed
for what it is

the depth
the need that gnaws at us

am I alone in this

Emily Dickinson hid in white dresses and lived in a quiet room
away from anyone
who
would seek to know her more
and me

I hide

behind this electric screen

the walls are the same

life goes on outside
and I swear to join it again

but what am I to do
what am I to bring when I leave this place

if not my words
if not my art
I have nothing to offer

and yet to share my art is to share my madness

my passion
my need
and this unusual world that I see
where ancient trees wave and
smile at me
surrounded in shimmering colors of life
and brilliant energy

as I walk

alone
unknown
through the street

Emily Dickinson hid out
in a white dress
and an upstairs bedroom

and me
well I have this screen.

Charity

I am as I have always been
I am and will always be
You
You don't know who you are
Don't remember
you were Once
 a part of me
We were one
At the beginning
We shared one body
We shared one mind
We were one
Always with no ending
born to live and breathe
Each others lives
Born to me made complete
In each other's eyes

We separated
Left each other
Oh so long ago
Let go of one another
The way souls often do
We were one complete together
And Chose to be
divided in two
we separate
We leave the other
We always do
So we can search
Because
My god We love the search
We live and die for the search
We steel and lie for the search
We laugh and cry for the search
But it is who we are
Like a fingerprint on a our soul
Like the hand we release
Yet long to hold
We know that we need
Just one other to be whole

And you are the rest of soul
You are the rest of my soul​