![]() In the way you make your art Art makes you. A bridge A road A channel through What you would never say Or hardly do… It all comes to be A part of reality When you create ~ Art screams Your quiet unseen And tells the story You would only dream. When you write Paint, create Your soul And all you hide Pours forth From within And fills an ocean Of exquisite With the you You thought was hidden. You. Inside Unseen Covered with care Hiding from need Explode From the depths Of your soul Of your heart ~ You Appear in your art. Your inner being Surfaces on a page In a song Or splashed across a canvas Your restless subconscious Emerges And says to the world This is me. In the way you make your art Art makes you. ~Charity J 10/13/2014
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Amidst the chaos of life
Despite moments of total and utter defeat Regardless of loss Pain, heartbreak and disappointment in love (Or the hope there of) We The artists Are driven to create. And this (No matter what else happens in our lives today) Is what is remembered. The art is what carries on. Civilizations rise and fall Deities even Come and go Battles are waged And passion is sought Triumphs and failures Wrought and forgot – But the art The creation The written word The sculptures The paintings The stories and songs Through the ages These remain. And these are the things that matter. No matter how we strain at the task of survival No matter the pain, the loss or the struggle All of these pass All of these fade Only the work we create is displayed When all else is lost Fades and falls away – Art goes on. Charity Janisse 1/1/2016 Nothing changes for me
as I reside inside another shimmering night the day comes and goes and it takes me through it's practiced methods of surviving this life, but then evening saunters in with a swirl of her colored cape splashing the sky with golden pink light teasing the world with a dizzying breath of beauty just before night and here I reside inside a peaceful thought of you inside a luxurious tune. I take a breath and pick up my pen again I like my alone I like my longing I like my wandering I like hiding out in a book I do and I like this sheet of paper and the way it invites my heart to reveal every desire that I would never dare say with my two lips aloud. And here I am again at days end again residing alone inside of another shimmering night. Charity 3/21/2014 Closer than we ever were
Further now Though I feel you near If you knew would you return Or have you always been right here? Charity 11/20/2016 |
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