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I am a story now A simple word in the ancient book That has always been. I am The ink, the paper The plot twist and the author. A small part in a novel More brilliant than any I will ever write. I am a verse In a poem of epic desire The mortal woman that set the gods afire. I am a girl in a painting I am a painter looking at the girl. I wanted to be part of a great story And now the story is mine And I am only a word A word passing through A ballad of love Chance meetings And truth. I am the woman that waits The man that fights The sailor that travels guided by light Over the ocean Through infinite night And still as ever Just a simple word in a legend A legend written by the hand that writes them all. ... Am I the word Or the hand The hero Or his muse Am I the dreamer or the one he dreams of Am I all of these Or none of the above. It doesn't matter... It is enough Just to be a word In the telling of a story That has always been. Charity December 2014 
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There are words others use for people like us and some of them are not kind; crazy mad solitary delusional tragic... what have you who cares. I embrace them I claim them I love them. You have to understand that just because we see the world differently than you do and perhaps have seen more enchantment and tragedy in our unusual lives than others have seen in their many peaceful years there is nothing more right or wrong with any of us than there is with anyone else. The world is different than people think there are hidden lights shadows and mysteries we remember them we see them when others forget or cannot that is all. And we write those mysteries we paint those thoughts unseen we create music from tunes we hear and feel but could never quite explain any other way and we share our world with you. And you love it you do you love our vision our passion our "weirdness" our "madness" While you shake your head at our tragic lives of "solitude" "confusion" "hard living" and "seclusion" the truth is that madness that loneliness that can never be relieved not by any amount of company it paints the paintings you see it writes the stories you read It creates every note in the songs that you love and every line that you'll sing time and again. And they say of us what a shame they are so talented and yet they never could quite fit in so troubled so tragic their story is. But that is why we create the exquisite things we do; If we ever for one minute fit into your world we would never be desperate enough to write our stories paint our pictures play our songs and attempt to share the world we see with you. Charity 2014  When she falls She falls Like waterfalls Crashing into the sea Beneath She's Niagara to me Fierce Rushing Dangerous And Lovely ~ When she falls. Charity  |
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