Month: April 2015

Songs of lazy past.

I woke up this morning with this song drumming away in my thoughts. It’s been festering there for a few days now, softly humming away in the background of my chaotic thoughts. I don’t listen to music no where near as often as I should. I’m too lazy. Too lazy to switch the TV on and find a music channel that is pleasing to my ears, too lazy to sort through my CD collection and hunt out the tunes that my soul wants to hear and too god damn lazy to switch on the radio. Even Youtube is unable to entice me into its simple notion of a world of music. In a world where technology is at our fingertips I find myself becoming lazier than ever. I’m patiently waiting for the technology of the future to become the present. I long to be able to sit and think about a song and it simply appears there playing in my ears, then it’s gone as my desires slip into a new thought, a new image, song, movie.  However it’s a laziness that does nothing for my creativity. As I sit here now listening to the songs that got me through my teenage years, the songs that held me as I cried tears of a broken heart and the tunes that carried me bravely into un chartered territory, I feel stronger than ever. I feel my mind creatively exploring a depth of emotions that have laid dormant for many years, and like the words on the pages that I escape into I can feel myself escaping into the words sung, the music played and the memories held that only I can know like a secret dance between only myself and the universe. It’s just like that, a secret memory between myself and the universe.

A place where I can escape to anytime I need to, anytime I want to and there in my mind as the songs of my past play out I relive those days, those nights, those stolen kisses, those moments that can never be taken away from me.

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Listen.

Shhh listen to the breeze that rushes through the trees.

Hear the sound of the earth, as she giggles in mirth.

Feel the fire of passion from the flaming sun

and the diamond sprinkles from the earths mum.

Watch as the moon disappears all too soon.

See the stars that are gone, dead for so long.

Watch the bloom that does flower,

a tiny Bee has that power.

Feel the tides as they move in time with the moon.

Hear the wings of the flies,  dragons that fill the skies,

of the birds that sing a tune of no words,

and the flies of the butter, that create such a flutter.

Hear the rain as she drops, don’t ask her to stop.

Feel the roar of skies, watch it pass by,

as the lightening strikes the invisible kites.

Feel the world in your heart, stop watching take part.

Hear the songs of the small, watch the flowers have a ball,

feel the bugs as they climb the magnificent wall.

Feel the clouds on your skin, you can be King,

hear the world sing, of the love it can bring.

Karen Hayward (c) 2015.

Undress me.

Unclip my wings,

undress me from this tired world.

Remove the barrier of sin,

let passion flow against my skin.

Let fingers roam

and pleasures moan

when in company and when alone.

Let the world see my voice,

as excitement rises, let me rejoice.

I have no shame of what I love,

and if you do? well that’s tough!

Unclip my wings,

undress me from this tired world.

Where passion hides in the darkest minds,

where we hunt to find our kind.

Where touching is a sinners game,

covered in a veil of shame.

Let my wings reach the skies,

let my spirit out to fly.

Yes, they may think me the sinner,

they cannot see that I am the winner.

Unclip my wings, undress me from this tired world.

I love it all.

When I was young, I truly knew what it was to love. To swim

dreamily in and out of childish fantasies, bathed in the golden

rays of an eternal sun. I loved it all. The searing heat of summers

that begged to never end and the cold frost of winter that clawed

through to my soul. I loved it all. I loved each person I met in differing

degrees, some I loved for a day, some for an eternity.

I loved to talk. To strangers, to people I had known my entire life,

to people I would never see again. I would never know their name.

I loved to sing as I walked, skipped, ran and jumped. To sing so

loud people would stop and stare. I didn’t care.

I loved to stay awake all night, to watch as the moon ruled the

skies, her light showing us the dying stars. Then to sit, body humming

as the sun reached up and yawned into a fresh new day. Her

yellow arms reaching through into the deep depths of a blue sky.

I loved it all. I loved to wake I loved to sleep. I loved to explore

new corners of my battered, broken home town. I saw beauty

in each step I took, I saw beauty in each hand I shook. I loved

it all. I love it all. I love all that I touch. All that I see. Perhaps

for a second, perhaps, for eternity.

Karen Hayward. (c) 2015.

This world has gone bust.

Ten balls to a dozen

and the world,

keeps a rushing,

spinning , twirling, turning

the world as we know it

is burning.

Black skies turn to day

Old mans compass has lost his way.

North is showered in glorious sun,

As winter spreads, death has come,

Rainbows end is now in sight,

pick up your sword, get ready to fight.

A portal of doom a snake of the lair,

don’t expect these

to understand fair.

The sinners

the greed

have long planted their seed.

Growing now the evolution of time,

society obsessed with

the addiction of crime.

Discriminate who? Only a few.

Earth is lost in a jungle of hate,

we are the ones, opening Satan’s gate.

He laughs and he roars,

as they knock at his door,

All of them coming,

some of them running.

They dance in the street

with the sun at their feet.

She looks on from a far

lunar tears, of falling stars,

she came so close,

she came so far.

Dolphins fly, birds swim,

cats wagging a new grown fin.

Houses thrash through thunderous skies,

But no one stops, to question why.

So many to blame,

name after name.

The blasphemers, the dreamers,

the non believers.

As trees burn to ash live dies in a flash,

Seas swell, swirling the living,

never forgiving.

Rock turns to dust,

metal to rust, affairs into lust,

this world has gone bust.

The deranged nursery rhyme!

Rock-a-bye hubby,

on the cliff top,

crying and screaming

I told you to stop.

Now you’ve no dick,

and your balls are all sore,

i’ll watch as your body,

splatters the floor.

🙂

Karen Hayward (c) 2015.