You didn’t see me in the light
nor in the night did you? you did not see me from a distance you did not recognize me at all… did you not see me passing like a shadow through the trees did you not see me gliding like a ghost along the breeze did you not see my reflection in the glass as I did pass like a sigh from a thought of yours to a breath of mine ~ did you not know me ageless and eternal touch my hand and feel the energy that burns beneath my skin did you not notice the stars watching us through the window when we met and the moon curious as it peered at us wondering if we would remember or forget And did you or did you not remember that as we travel through life we unravel the mystery of our souls the mystery we hold ~ where we come from where we go did you not see me did you not know that I exist just the way you did within the place in between the seen and unseen and it was your smile that brought me back once more to this track of reality I needed to exist to be human one time more to see you touch you again feel the heat of your skin against my skin even when you did not see me clearly know me or remember that there was ever a we in between earth and the eternal ever present existence so far beyond this track of reality. Charity Janisse
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It was us
just trust that I remember old lives like we were together yesterday or forever ago but this I know it was us my love it was us. and that is why I cannot no will not ever completely let go of you not ever I can't I won't. I have loved so few truly In this present life and no one in the way That I do you. I love us I do It was us I knew When I met you and I am more sure now. It was us together by the netherstream in between our past and new lives making plans to meet in these skies making plans to remember ourselves and one another in each other’s eyes. It was us and it is still even if you never have a clue. I remember us and I love us I do. ~Charity Joy Photo and Poem by Charity Joy Janisse Thayer - early spring 2013 TO LAND She’s not like others You can’t own her Just borrow And share a moment If she wants it. But she’s a ghost Unseen Unknown… And she travels Too occupied with Making the most Of exploring this universe To be taken and kept She’s not like others She’s a spirit Fearless Wrapped in skin But living in The earth The Dirt The sky She’ll fly And rest in The eye Of a storm… And you You’re it you know The only one she ever wanted Badly enough To land For a moment. -Chatity It was still so dark this morning as the sun came up that the bottom of the photo is blurry, but I like it! I think it goes well with the poem. The image to me shows that sometimes everything is more clear when we look up... :) And some of us are happier flying than landing ;). ~ Charity
Don't make excuses for your emotions
Tempers and passions ~ Be you. Feel Need Want Love Express. If you are angry There is probably a good reason Don't ignore it Look deeper Understand it Accept who you are. You are not here To fit another's mold You are not here to 'behave' You are not here to walk quietly at the back of a line Not even questioning Where the others will lead! You have a heart A soul, a mind You have as much right to follow your passions as anyone who ever Existed. You were not born to follow Anything or anyone except your own Inner guidance. And your inner guidance is good! It is so very good. Within you is the knowledge and understanding of all the ages. Trust yourself Love yourself Feel your feelings Be exactly, exactly, exactly you. No matter what anyone else says or thinks It is imperative to be your true self Because no one else can be that person No one else can be exactly you! And the universe needs you To be you. But more importantly You Need you To be you!!! ~Charity I do not claim to be
Perfectly adjusted All together Well balanced Or even Completely sane, But I am A creature who lives For the word behind my name. I live for love. I have survived More than most should see ~ (In one life time At least) And I have lived Wild and recklessly… I do not claim To know exactly What I am doing Where I am going Or what will happen next, And I am not perfectly satisfied With this life I have At present Who is? But I make my choices Good or bad Healthy or not Logical, sound Or utterly foolish, I make my choices Based on the word behind my name. I make my choices for love. And in a world of people Who every single day Make choices for the sake of fear Choosing what I love Over all At all times It has to mean something. ~Charity I did not know at the time
but I had fallen in love. The kind of love that makes you tremble under your skin from a place further within than you realized existed inside you before then. The kind of love that feels like the deepest breath you could take in your life. Like that first breath of air after you dive deep into the water and swim further under than you ever meant to go and your air is running low and you realize too late that there is not enough breath left for the return trip. So you shoot for the surface of the water you can barely see the sun for a minute you think you'll never arrive you see images of your life passing rapidly through your mind and then suddenly there you are - You’ve emerged once again into the world of oxygen. You're above the water free of impending death free of the cold dark pressure that would have taken you under and from this world forever. And that is when you take the deepest breath The fullest, strongest breath that you have taken in your life. Your chest expands and your throat feels tight as you nearly choke on the air you are drinking in so greedily so hungry just to breathe and breathe so intensely thrilled to be alive. That's what this love feels like. That first breath so strong after nearly losing your life. It stops me in my step some times and takes me far away from everything that I can see in front of me, and this love it causes me to shiver, shudder, quiver from head to toe. I lose all thought and only know that I am more alive for that one sacred meeting with a person who would teach me a new perception of love that would ultimately change my life forever. Charity 6/19/2014 Skies Thoughts and Signs
Sometimes I lay awake at night and think about you and when I will see you again. I will wrap my arms around your neck Press my body deeply into yours and just breathe you in. It doesn't matter if it is a public place An airport or a train car. I will see you, you will smile My eyes will tear up Then I will cross the space left between us The space that has spanned life times And beyond ... I am so finished with the space between us... You will take my hand as I get close So I don't hesitate in disbelief that you are finally standing there before me, And then I will wrap my arms around your neck And hold you till I'm sure that you are made of flesh and blood And we exist together for once In the same realm, the same world, the same place in time... after all After all this time. It's been too long my love. I am tired of waiting, I am finished looking, I have hoped and been wrong once too much You're on your own now in this hunt For the one I give up... If you're half the man that I know you to be You'll find me regardless. And then when you see me across the room You will call me near to you With that smile I have seen in more dreams than I can count And you’ll let me hold you Press my body against you long enough To be sure That you are made of Flesh and blood And the skies, thoughts and signs have guided us Into each other’s arms once more. Charity love is the elixir that she bathes in
dances, dreams and aches in. the ancient magic that stirs in her the dew on the grass the wisp of a cloud that travels past, lives is this girl that you desire but can never fully grasp as she is the one that soars in a dream back to her sleeping body soundly within the lines and rhymes of poetry she is the divine awakened mystery sublime enchanting outside of time she is the distant desire in your mind for what you would have never planned and cannot understand just take a breath and take her hand trust that all is well and you will not utterly lose yourself to a girl who bathes in the well of love. You'll only lose yourself just enough to find what distant inside You always knew you wanted from the beginning. Charity I turn up the volume
to mask the thought of you that will not stop if this is love then there must be a very thin line between love and insanity ~ as it cannot be sane well balanced or healthy to think of anything or anyone the way I do of you, so I turn up the volume close my eyes fade into the liquid voice of a girl as my body slips into the deliciousness of sleep and I breathe while I touch the edge of a half waking dream and picture the galaxy swirling around this world in my head that you have become. Charity 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 |
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