I was meant to
Follow you into the night I know that. I was meant to dive deep into the depths of the blackness And bring you light (In a moment when not a damn thing in your life felt right) I was meant to reach for you I was meant to touch your face I was meant to meet your eyes And bring you back from that far off place ~ But how? Tell me how (If possible Tell me Now.) I was meant to dive all The way down Into the worst Of the curse with you. And bring you back truly alive. Willing to give something more Than mere survival a try. I was meant to wake you I was meant to take you Home. With me. I think... Or were you the one Meant to return for me? (Humanity makes it so easy to forget) We had it all sorted out Before we left The other side... To enter this space, this time. So clear So fearless So right. And now here I stand Flesh, blood, thought and forgetting Was I meant to be the one searching Or to be the one waiting? And so Unsure I wait. Hating the passage of time With your lips So far from mine And yet if I follow you Into your night Would I also be here, still waiting When You arrive? Charity Janisse
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Closure
Completion some semblance of reason release, forgiveness Forgetting (no) we live this happy ever never after winding road to tears and laughter here there (he's no where near) we are silence in the summer the night is heat we're under cover from the street sky is yellow and I address this loneliness with a list of useless lines on a useless screen in a useless poem about a useless dream that I woke from when I had meant to keep sleep sleep sleeping in. Charity 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 ~We are a spark
a connection lightening brightening the sky as dark as darkness has ever been (the deepest lost black you've ever seen) we are the shimmer that breaks through the night the light for less than a second the brightest bright flashing light we transform transfigure transmute the night. And without the darkness who would have seen it? without the night who would have known the way you illuminated my life for one spectacular millisecond in time. And I cannot live inside that moment of lightening ~ (fast it passed lovely and frightening) but I am changed revolutionized because the thunder the tempest that came after the lightening electric ~~~ the storm it came... (the way it always does) wind howled rain poured washed through cleansed changed transformed everything. and it was worth the storm goddamn it was worth the storm the change you brought It was worth the storm. Charity 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 Summer on the water Sunsetting I'm forgetting Everything and nothing at all. (3 months spent running round the world - Useless attempts to forget you) Waiting at train stations (Pretending I'm invisible) Caught a ferry to the island Evening air - tease my hair Half moon reflecting on the water -shimmering dark exquisite. (And even this takes me back) How why - Does nearly every sight remind me of Your damn dark beautiful eyes. Charity You didn't realize the extraordinary importance of your sheer existence did you?
You woke up every morning thinking you were just a regular person or less than that maybe you didn't realize you were everything and you were born to make the world a completely different place from the one to which you came. You didn't know did you and you still don't? but me, well I see things you know. and you... you make what you make each and every day you do what you feel so driven to do and you struggle too much the rest of the time and you never knew you still don't do you? but you're everything. everything you ever wanted to be the type who's name will live on the lips of millions one day. You may never realize it either and it breaks my heart but if you actually knew how brilliant you are perhaps you wouldn't be broken enough to create such captivating art. Charity 10/29/2015 They left it all
went on their way unknowing that the treasure lie deep within the safe inside the things they tossed, forgot and left behind. the world doesn't need me the world doesn't need me to fix it or break it undo it or make it better but you you do you need me you do like breath and warmth and life like the end of endless strife and I have nothing left to save no reason now, to run away when everyone else sailed their ships to new land and left the things they sought deep and dark tangled up and caught in the place they started from and forgot they left without good bye without taking the time to look inside and see that love is not what we confide in sacred quiet moments or shout to the world aloud it just is what we are where we come from at the start beyond the heart it is always with and without form it makes itself known no need of my words to wrap it up and deliver it to everyone like a present no I'm done because the world it doesn't need me but you do you do. look at the way you sleep so peacefully and count on me to come through for you no the world doesn't need me, but you do. Charity There’s a traveling girl reaching through my hands
Curiously testing the lock on every door she stumbles across As she explores this most interesting realm. This world with all its laws that seem so real And she laughs at the part me that believes they are. There’s a traveling girl, Timeless, brilliant and mad to live on the edge of every truth ever told Every rule ever made, every game ever played. She enjoys the view through my eyes She thinks outside my mind From a deeper place inside… And she never ceases reaching through my hand Towards the handle of every door that I’d always planned (For practicality’s sake) To leave unopened. She’d prefer the locks be broken The words be spoken And reality tested Till it’s forgotten or bested By this traveling girl Exploring this fascinating world ~ Where people believe in the rules of time The limits of gravity And oh so gladly Follow the standards set By all the others that explored this place before… But not her None of the rules apply to her Because she’s just a traveler passing through. Charity 7/30/2015 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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