I love you so much and yet I cannot say the words, for you don’t belong to me. I am Instead left with hope, and clichés but even that is not a guarantee. So I wait in line, with all my patience Ignoring the imperfections of life And the stirring emotions of my adolescence So that no one can sharpen their sinful knife. I've sacrificed for you, for them for everyone this love, so you can live out your life, happily. I will linger eternally in shadows of our dreams that cannot be. Karen Hayward ©2012 - Edited 2020 Image and words
…sent by the devil is it all just a test?
Offer me temptation and let
human nature do the rest…
Karen Hayward ©2012 – Edited 2020 Image and words
Oh, what a mistake we've made, You never should have gone, You really should have stayed. So many years have come and gone, So many tears, so many wrongs. With lovers for company, we were never alone, are all chances finally blown? Or does the lure of the extraordinary, that hides beneath the ordinary, call out your name, can things ever be the same. Oh, what a mistake we made. Karen Hayward ©2012 - Edited 2020 Image and words
The day will arrive when I will look
and you will be gone.
Until then, I try to keep control,
to stay strong.
But one day you will realise
that we are simply wrong.
This road my friend is dark
and oh so bloody long
and yet, the only sound I hear,
are two lovebirds, in song.
Karen Hayward © 2012 – edited 2020 Image and words
I want to know the look
in your eyes when you
are drunk on passion…
… And the taste of your
Kisses when you are
drowning in lustrous sin.
…I want to know the feel
of your fingers clawing
through pools of desire…
… And the essence of your
soul as it spills within.
Karen Hayward ©2017 Image and words.
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His touch was like a puzzle piece
I never knew existed
Like all my awkward edges had purpose
and my quaint curves of self
like my skin had been forever searching
for the unknown that became known
the moment his hand
like the excited atoms of my skin
rejoiced, woke… Yes.. Like my soul woke up
like a touch I have always known
existed and yet never found
If it were a
on a busy city street
resting upon my skin
I’d have surely spent an
but it was his touch,
and we are found…
Karen Hayward ©2019
Alas, I cannot give to you the transcendence of celestial grace whispered on the warm sigh of the universe. I cannot make promises of eternal oneness our souls lost within the essence of same. The heavens may not be ours and the skies may never rain tears of joy for solace of our unity. I have no power to wield such fantasies, I have only the now. I cannot command the universe, I can only command my heart. I know not the frequency of existence, I know only the love I have for you. I cannot give you transcendence, for I have only the power to love. I have only love to give you. I have only love to give you. It is raw and lacks the boundaries of beauty. It is real and lacks the veil of falsities. It is love and it transcends the edge of time it wields the power of life. It is all I have. My love for you is all I have to offer.
Karen Hayward ©2016 (Image and words)
Fairy tales do not exist
and cupids arrow will always miss.
The evil queen will always win
and every girl is filled with sin.
There’s no golden fleece to protect us all
no fairy godmother to stop your fall.
The birds don’t clean and cats don’t talk
and there’s no such thing as the perfect walk.
There’s no bread crumbs to find your way
and no fire breathing dragon for you to slay.
Hearts are real and cannibalism does exist
and there’s no such thing as the perfect kiss.
The emerald city and the world of oz are just a dream
and yes, people really are that mean.
Parlour tricks and a clever tongue
and no the spell won’t break with the morning sun.
Fairy tales do not exist
but I think I might
just take that risk.
Karen Hayward ©2015. Image downloaded via google
The universe doesn’t pass time in the moving of seconds,
Instead, the ascending and descending of life events.
First there is birth to the perfect parents.
Not perfectly good or perfectly rich,
hell they might not even be perfectly hitched.
But for purpose sake, the bond is purposefully stitched.
Or un-stitched in some cases.
At a soul level you’ll recognise their faces,
past lives leaves scars, freckles, tiny traces.
Childhood happens, you might be rich you might be poor,
the universe keeps ticking never keeping score,
look around at the beauty, she only wants, that you want more.
For some there is light, for some of us dark
and as the grains of sand slip, we all walk a path,
Living becomes a story that leaves another mark.
Till finally we learn there are lessons at hand,
Life is a map only our souls know the plan,
from the moment of birth when Terra began.
They’ll be tears, they’ll be hurt and boy they’ll be pain,
they’ll be days when we count seconds by the drops of grey rain,
and some of us sadly, will be driven insane.
But alas time must trickle through the portals neck,
as we eat, pray, play, work and slumber in bed,
Till finally we wake, then we are led.
For each soul that wanders for each mind that grows,
lessons are delivered knowledge is sown,
and time passes by in a constant flow.
Some of us lucky our lessons we learn,
twin flames found at the very first turn.
Some of us feel time, feel time, as each second burns,
time hesitates, stammers and screams,
we can’t figure out what the symbols mean,
we can’t make sense of the time that has been.
The universe doesn’t pass time in the beating of hands,
time is explored through our souls and their plans,
some paths we can’t and some paths we can.
Karen Hayward ©2016 (Image and words)
What are these miles and seconds that divide
Beneath the endless skies of velvet black
On Gaia’s skin, where meadow flowers hide
A constellation, fate aligned this track
Tell me, oh, great spirits that he is mine
And I will wander the dark realms no more
Give me the soft sway of a petaled sign
Or twilight sea mist of an English shore
The witching hour calls and I hear his name
Penetrating the shadows is his voice
caressing these bleak miles and I am tamed
Love as deep as the endless skies of choice
Love knows no such distance, just unity
An aligned path mapped out by destiny
Karen Hayward ©2018
Image and words