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

​​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

​I will never change
Because this is how I create
From a desperate sense
Of restless need
And uncertainty

Emotion in color

Flows through me

While I live my life

To these mad extremes ~
Sane, manic, moved or just utterly unhinged (in the best possible way)
It hardly matters

The desolation drives me
The love drives me
The wondering drives me
The need drives me …
And I will not change
I have always lived
And loved desperately -
I create from this place
I live in this place
It is what makes me who I am

And I am not ashamed.

Charity

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

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

​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

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