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If tomorrow never happens
if the sun forgets to come.
If darkness reigns the earth
will you know what you have done?
If coldness sweeps the land
and seas swell above a line.
If the horseman comes a begging,
will you know how you did shine?
If man stands divided, flames of devils lore,
Do you know what side you’ll fall on and are you really all that sure.
Karen Hayward ©2018
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I’m a muddle of repeated songs, odd socks and wild hair.
I care too much and yet care too little, i’m as fragile as a
porcelain doll that refuses to break when thrown against the wall,
but will chip at the slightest sign of mistrust. My hands are
a battleground of clumsiness and my skin wears proudly
the pale hue of my heritage. My eyes truly are the windows
to my soul they whisper the secrets of pain I hide
and scream of the excitement rushing in my veins.
Yeah, i’m a muddle of chaos and calm, vivid and pale
rich, enigmatic hues of a wandering soul…
Karen Hayward ©2018
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Your gift to me I shall treasure
until comes the day when I can
rest upon your chest and feel
the beating of our hearts in unison.
My wings will know the essence of life
upon them as I soar through the skies
resting upon clouds as the ascending
sun skips across mountain tops.
I will wander through the storms of existence,
your love my protection. For I see it now,
no longer do I walk alone, with only my shadow.
I will search the darkness for light
and when needed,
call upon you, my knight.
I will sever no ties, I will stay within sight,
but promise me,
please,
my dearest love…do not wander into the
enchanted forest where I cannot follow,
do not befall the bitter tincture
of love in guise…for if I cannot follow,
If I look and cannot find,
then how am I to awaken you with true loves kiss?
You will be lost to an eternity of slumber
your soul rotting deep within the dark realms.
Karen Hayward ©2016
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Sleep why do you leave me
feeling so very desolate?
As words form an orderly
line at this creative gate.
Why do you rob me of my
precious dreams
to think instead of reality
and all that, it seems.
Sleep why do leave
me alone with my shadow
where darkness
waters thoughts sown.
Sleep, why do you
leave me alone?
Karen Hayward ©2018
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I wonder if we listen carefully enough
will we hear the distant whir of machinery.
A computerised filing cabinet,
blossoming leaves stained with the ink
of fallen tears.
A matrix of every decision I have made,
every indecision,
every heart break shared in solitude upon that bench.
What pain, fear, self esteem and lack of belief have
those frozen petals collected over the years.
And yet I never came back and told you.
I never told you that I passed those exams
you watched me study for, I never told you
I failed my history A level, I never told you
I failed my Maths…again.
I never came back to say I had sorted it out,
it was fixed, things were better,
I was hurting less. I wonder if these
fallen leaves are the half tales I recall.
If for a moment the thin veil
between worlds were to separate,
would I find here drawn against the
crumbling walls of this ancient castle,
the blueprint of my resistance
paths walked, destinies lost,
fates forgotten.
And who guards my precious data?
For I feel the ancient call tug upon my
soul as I wander close by, a core need
whispering on winters breeze carried
upon frozen dust particles,
calling me home.
But who is it that calls unto my soul?
Karen Hayward ©2016
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Come and sit with me in a
field of blossomed daisies
and dandelion clocks. We’ll
plan our future upon the
wishes of seeds that float
upon a lovers breeze.
Show me those eyes of blue,
let me swim within the depths
of our soul as you reflect me
and I reflect you.
Take my hands in yours let
our energy dance in celebration
of our unity
as we travel times boundaries
and the universe bows
before our love clearing
our destined path.
Come, sit
with me in a field
of blossomed daisies.
Karen Hayward ©2016 (Image and words)
Where are you when the twilight hour is upon me? Darkness lingers across my skin where your fingers trailed within dreams. No illumination marks my sky,
Droplets of my love are carried on Selenes tears as she spills moon beams across your night calling to you in sleeps lullaby.
For a moment, a mere wisp of time we share sleeps quarters, we traverse between the worlds, fingering the thin veil of hope… Perhaps we can share the same dream. Sit here upon this log, beneath star filled skies and watch the horizon spreading hues of our love wide across the universe…
Karen Hayward ©2017
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Let me love you the only way I know how,
With one foot among the flames of hell.
My halo hanging from the door as Satan bangs down upon the floor.
Let me cherish your being the only way I’ve sought,
In whispered tones of unsaid thoughts.
In the endless space of empty words,
And the blank spaces that go unheard.
Let me adore the softness of your inner soul,
With shy blushes and a rising tide of a love I know.
With gentle thoughts and the slightest touch,
As the devil screams this is all too much.
Let me desire the very all of your being,
In broken sleep and heated dreaming
As need escapes, transforms the room,
and I beg and plead, take me soon.
Let me relish in our touch the only way I could,
With devil kisses in those places I never should.
In a trail of unforgiven memories across your skin,
Tainted now by our enchanted sin.
Let me devote myself to your spirit, with empty vows of love,
And let us hope this alone is enough.
My succubus soul and hearted sleeve,
And let these be the mortal sins of life we weave.
Karen Hayward ©2016.
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Will you dance with me
For just a while
Beneath pale night skies
And a moons slither.
Will you for a moment?
Entwine words and worlds
Whilst we slow dance
Till the stars arrive.
Fingers curled through
fingers, hair gently dancing
with the Jasmine breeze
As last rays kiss my cheek.
Will you dance with me
For just a while.
Karen Hayward ©2017
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Two Mirrored Self’s
© 2017 Harold Bo Clapsaddle,a hardball clod posed
©2017 Karen Hayward, Harked An Wary
Be of God’s love to be lashed inside
to confide well as Red does scarlet
which testifies like Jekyll and Hyde
cut of gut and heart bled ‘pon carpet.
See here? Torn edges of sanity
Neither, spirit nor soul, piece fits space
Ego then all asylum of self, cast reality
shattered drear, for lost is yonder trace.
The riddle, blood of Eve, essence
of Lilith, need of grieve, ripped Adam
spawn given fall, Sam’s sinful silence
a metamorphic war in every atom.
Heartfelt earthly befell from On-High
God tailors, to sew bare threaded bolder
of carnal braided sides, of yet I cannot deny.
of best carpenter, of whom I’m a beholder.
Blinded blood lust screams
A decaying scent of home
and whispers soft from dreams
In Celestial grace given of throne.
Above is brightest thereof
Yet crashing earthen axle
under chilly dark lost love
as mankind eats the apple.
Sin, lies, in lustrous deceit, it breeds
In it’s hot empty void of breath
is cold serpent promise and devil seeds
fed two souls, held to bereft.
Two together, two times
two corresponding equal
givin’ fourth, Great blue chimes
as clock towers eternal sequel.
Kinetic cat calls of sin swings
pendulum of doom upon love
as devil tips, and God sings,
dark shadows prey seeks above.
The confidence of purity, broke
two souls searching for home
the devil not in kindness, awoke
together they are eternally alone.
See of twain, of brain with binary eyes vain
bilaterally spoke is as Jekyll and Hyde reside
which butler shells orange crush so insane
as each alone does confide, to ere cockeyed.
From denial comes excuses
to straight-jacket cold heart
in abyss, crazy flossed abuses
it accuses so hot, that it infuses apart.
A rage of dark, demonic voice
suffocating, all but a fallen tear
a pleasant death no longer a choice
as love’s beauty, succumbs to fear.
Clock-towered eternal hence
labors our wing of eagle dare
whence comest our lost sense
to air prayer onto God of affair.
Shall the trees be envious
of what green groves enjoy
that fell gold feathered devious
forthwith flown solitary employ.
Will not all things be envious?
Lost, found essence of dark
among visions given, rebellious
souls playing their part.
Lights dimmed, masks fell
monster, angel, sinner, saint, lover
fragmented mind, departing calls
the inner child, again does suffer.
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