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
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I have no problem With the waiting I've grown accustomed to the wanting It’s the wondering that kills me It’s the wondering If you’re wanting And perhaps even waiting The way I do for you But love It’s not the waiting that I’m hating I would wait a forever or two The way I always have for you. No not the waiting or the wanting… It’s the wondering that kills me The ever growing never knowing Wondering if you’re wanting me still In the way I've always only ever wanted you. I found you in the early morning
lit with sun damp with dew cool like wind and distant as the other side of this world wide while I reached for you, but my hand passed though. As if you were imagined like some brilliant thought there for a moment and then there not. I loved you in the sunlight morning loved you immediately just like that, loved with a love I did not understand, loved you completely... even as you passed right through me like air like light like a fleeting kiss in a tumbling night. But for that sacred second in time You were real and you were mine. I drank your words I breathed you in and I stayed right there after you'd gone the whole day through to await your return again. Charity The quiet
Contented Peaceful knowing That we are connected Always You and I And each Of us Separate But together In a place Very much like love. Whether we say it, see it, Show it Know it Admit we feel it Or choose to reveal it; We are connected By the river Of an energy Wild and free That we Tend to call love. Charity It is true that you will often be
A current running through My work, my art, my thoughts, my heart That’s what love does though, It takes one person, one other person in this whole damn world of millions and it connects them to us in a way that no one else can ever be connected to us. And for me No one will ever be What it is you are. But that does not make me Any more Or less complete With you Or without you here. I am who I am I’ll do what I do But you Will always be A current that runs through The heart of me. ~Charity it was enough
the time and the way it trickled like beads of sweat down my skin as I left every place I’d ever been, swearing I’d be back again but I never did I never did go back. I always just kind of lost track of where I’d meant to be before the next thought the next city the next walk the next promise of something ever so much better called to me. but life doesn’t work that way forever and time trickles down our skin like beads of sweat as we run from everything and so easily forget just how much we meant to go back again. and somewhere inside we know eventually it all has to stop it all has to end and one day we’ll have to stand still long enough to remember who we are who we’ve been we can’t run forever and never stop. one day we have to stand still long enough to know ourselves long enough to maybe stay even and love somebody else. Charity It was as if somehow in that one moment I was
utterly enchanted and at peace with the extent of my darkness hiding from faces hiding from talk hiding in places no one dared walk. There's this line between being trapped within a daily routine and doing something daring and slightly life threatening that reminded me for a moment I wanted to be alive. And that moment, that line that place I walked reminded me that I ought not give up it was the fear of losing my life that gave me my life. Is that so wrong to say now looking back? Charity BLUE TEMPEST
1/29/2014 blow cool wind that moves worlds. blow through the earth and invite our spirits into the freedom of the blue wind. invite us to run to swim within the gust, the gale that blows through the night and teaches spirits to wake and to dance in the bright blue light. come blue tempest tangle me in the breath of a breeze that makes me want to live and breathe fresh air again. blow cool wind and move your worlds while I sleep tonight. Charity If you asked me if I still think of you
I would say Always If you asked me if I still dream of you I would answer Always If you asked if I wanted to be with you I would reply with every bit of my truth One word only I have for you Always. Charity |
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