At last count I had at the very least,
A gazillion flaws. All of them beautifully
wrapped in red lace with purple silk
bows. I wear passion on my sleeve and
love on the soft whispers of an evening breeze.
I talk before my mind forms words the blind
leading the blind I see the horizon before
the setting sun. The atom splits in half
on the command of my voice as eruptions
tear through, I am the calm, I am the
Storm., I am the rain, celestial tears
cascading from the stars above.
Karen Hayward ©2017
As I wake in the dead of night,
Illimination my only light,
I see the sights from which I fight,
I am weakened by the deadly night.
As I sit in silent reflection
spectres evaluate their vulnerable selection,
I know my light will be my detection,
I am weakened by the gentle reflection.
As I puzzles how shadows move,
On a cloudy morn with no moon to sooth,
I wonder what the devil takes and what I lose,
As I puzzle over how shadows move.
As I sit in mornings glory
Life, another persons broken story,
I winder if darkness is always so gory,
As I wonder in mornings glory.
Karen Haywarf ©2016.
Cold, wet earth.
Grey clouds and droplets of rain.
Daffodils already through, garden readying anew. Transformation begins. Vibrational reflections felt, heard and required.
Even in winter, I come here when tired.
Damp dirt to awaken my spirit.
Life’s cycle, clearance nearing completion.
Spring will bring new hope.
Karen Hayward ©2016.
If I keep moving I can avoid detection, walk unseen on the streets of distraction.
I can run through alleys of fear in darkness, not looking where I am going.
I can avoid eye contact, no one need see my broken spirit.
If I keep moving, impulsively I can heal, band aids of despair I no longer care.
If I keep moving you can’t see me and I can’t see what it is to be me.
If I keep moving at speed and refuse to take heed, I can transform, I can become the mask, a sanctury at last.
If I can keep moving, I can forget, I can fight, I can survive my darkest nights I can endure the sharpened knife in this loveless war.
But this coldness isn’t me and if I keep moving i’ll forget the reason to be.
If I stop moving your light penetrates my dark.
If I stop moving the universe directs my way.
If I keep moving I can outrun the future and create my own, if I keep moving I can sit in peace upon my icey throne.
If I keep moving I can live in the whispered shadows created by fragmants of the moons glow..but oh what a glow.
If I stop moving I feel your light penetrate my dark.
I feel whispers of you on my skin.
I feel you in the calmness that follows our storm, a questioning battle of what I believe to be norm.
The body is purely flesh and bone, flesh and bone, whispered thoughts whislt I am stuck unfucnctionable in that zone.
If I keep moving I have no reason to feel and I can pretend that none of it’s real.
If I stop moving you penetrate my dark.
Karen Hayward 2016 ©
A pause in time
within the chaotic mind.
Stillness that penetrates
spirit, the world waits.
The slowing beat
I feel as I breath.
The hushed silence
a peaceful alliance.
Karen Hayward ©2015.
A quiet corner shaded from sight,
a peaceful place to rest my eyes.
Ginger tea to warm me through,
as thoughts wander over to you.
Karen Hayward 2015 ©
I like it when passion over runs.
When fingers fumble at fabric
and kisses are magnetically pulled
to the skin. When eye’s meet in a
knowing glance and nakedness
is purely chance. I like to feel the
need in your words to see the desire
in your body. I like to feel the wanting
against my skin
as we go
Karen Hayward ©2015.