And in that moment I realise with certainty,
that the years were a blur of subliminal messages,
whispered into the essence of my soul
as the devil danced with my spirit.
Karen Hayward ©2016
Ten balls to a dozen
and the world,
keeps a rushing,
spinning , twirling, turning
the world as we know it
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.
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,
Rock turns to dust,
metal to rust, affairs into lust,
this world has gone bust.