The only acceptance I find when I search
is an empty echo I once believed to be my soul and I now know, the world is made of brick and mortar…
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In darkness I search
but no longer find
of hope that have
of twilight moments
between just I and
the dark skies.
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Take the mornings
into your soul.
It is the scent
Feel the moist air.
for the fallen.
It is the tears
Spirits. . .
to your inner guide.
Hear the universe
as she speaks.
Karma has a voice.
The angels speak
God talks through
The earth screams
leave a trail of
Spirits. . .
Nothing. . .
Waiting at the
gates of hell.
There is no glory
refuses to open
Karen Hayward (c) 2017
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We were intensity,
the burning embers of passion
traversing the corridors of time.
We were love.
Whispered on a Jasmine breeze
and devoured upon the tuberose.
We were the days we never knew
were falling grains of sand,
we were a lifetime in the seconds
between the beats of our heart.
divided between two bodies
we were the epitome of existence,
my fires raged on your command,
as yours calmed upon my whisper.
One voice spoken in a million tongues…
Yet so often we spoke without words.
You were the wisdom I was the chaos,
you were the wild and I was the calm.
God, how we devoured one another,
pushing and pulling our love,
forcing sight upon our souls…
You were the cleanser I was the healer,
we were love.
From the torn edges of celestial
skies we were flames in unite…
And now you are gone,
and now I am here,
even life couldn’t keep us apart,
but now my dear soul,
you are my guiding star.
Living eternal life within my heart.
Karen Hayward ©2017 June 17th
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And when i couldn’t
reach the ocean
To tell you of my pain,
The ocean came to me
Whispering your name.
On wisps of salty mist
Kept promises, not a wish,
Curling round my soul
Eternal’s loving kiss.
There within the mist
My eternal’s loving kiss.
Karen Hayward ©2017
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ebbs within the final beats
As angels call the finest greet, as
clouds disperse and memories flow,
What will you have to show?
The fearsome tales of love so close,
A life lived…Well most?
A bucket list of words not said, love not told,
A constellation of getting old.
Monochrome map in hues of safe
Kept moments never run late.
A drawer of wishes, dandelions delight
Dreams reserved only for night?
The angels will invent new colours in my name,
They’ll blush with pride at this spirit untamed.
Their ink will run dry as they scribe my tales,
The wins, near wins and even the fails.
With fearless exploration I will devour my days,
No feeling will pass where i do not say…
Passion will be my ink, love will be my pen
And the angels will all whisper….”and then?,”
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Dear shadow whisperer, in deaths ungodly hour.
Go hither yon this soul you cannot devour.
Come search the recess of my mind so fair
for I have dwelled at the devils lair.
I do not quake in damsel fear
when the dark essence of despair comes near.
I have danced in the caves of hell
(where even the strongest Angels fell)
to the inconsolable rhythm of survival,
Oh dark Lord, you are no rival.
I have sold all my wares,
In deprivation of my cares
an Ice Queens heart,
I’ve played that part.
Shadow whisperer take heed and walk away,
I am no longer yours so do not delay.
You cannot corrupt shadows of the broken
When through it all souls long awoken.
Shadow whisperer hear me as I call unto you,
darkness resides within is true but I have stopped
worshiping the darkness that is you.
Karen Hayward* ©2017
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