Loves caretaker. 

Will you ever see you are the caretaker of my soul, 

as I wander aimlessly into the field of  of lost letters 

placed in perfect order to recreate the essence 

of humanity, I do so within the empty shell 

of my mortality. place me among the red petals of 

oblivion intoxicated by opium and I will lose only 

my beating heart for I am without soul 

If I am without you, the caretaker of my core. 
Karen Hayward ©2016 (Image and words) 

The taste of your kisses.

If only my lips could touch

your lips, I would momentarily

know the taste of love. I could

wake you daily to the sweet

taste of me pulling you into

the wonders of the day and

each night your kisses would

be the calm lull that holds me

safe as I slumber, our kisses

shall become the

perfect equilibrium.

My souls palette satisfied.


Karen Hayward ©2016

Without the Rainbow Pieces.

Photo courtesy of Walter E. Gantt. ©2016

‘Pieces of a Rainbow.’


I feel a vast emptiness inside of me,

spreading through the black storm

clouds, I search for my Rainbow and

I recall you gave it away.

And I search  for my love

and I remember you gave it away.

And I wonder where is my passion

and I recall you gave up that too.

And I ponder the way we once connected,

perfectly synchronized

and I don’t even try as you gave that away…

And now I wonder what is left…

A future?

A future without love

without passion

without soul

…is a slow and torturous death.

Karen Hayward ©2016

Image used with permission ©Walter E. Gantt. 2016

Please see more of his amazing photography here on g+

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Walls come crumbling down…


Won’t you lay bare your soul upon

the sacred stones of ancient times?

Allow me to map the constellations

of My desire through the interwoven

Pitfalls of your pain ? Use me as a

sacrifice to the Gods, purge me of

my sins and use them as your stepping

stones to redemption. No human has

gained such power as thee, listen to that

primal call you are man and you are beast,

expel now fragile hankering and take what

is so rightfully yours. Let my blood of

innocence glimmer across your piercing

dagger once more as you plunge us through

the gates of eternity and damn us to the

fires of passion. Drink the milk of my desires,

sip from the cup of abandonment, cut away

these shackles that bind us to our torturous

mortality. Spill across ancient stones the

fluidity of my lust, split the skies with

screams of my spirit…Release me into your care,

bind me in sacred space to the

essence of your aura…I offer unto you my body,

my spirit, my soul, will you not accept? Is not the

promised gold band a symbol of this?

Make haste upon our promises

consummate our love before the Gods

of our land. Let us wash now our hands of the

murky waters of life’s creation, all paths are

trodden for reasons beyond our existence,

scrawl in perfect calligraphy across my breast,

white as paper, prick now your finger upon a needle,

bond us in the blood of need, discretion dispersed

upon thrusts of passion, pain dislodged.

Give unto me once more your seed and

let it be the last, else towers crumble and

home becomes a tainted memory taunted by the devil.

Karen Hayward ©2016

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Chaos and the end of the rainbow.


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.