Freddy and Jason.

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Covered in blood I search for the light

as my dreams come alive in the dead of the night.

I feel his sharp nails as he claws at my skin

the veil between sleep is so very thin.

But Fred’s not alone, Jason’s, there too,

and I know in an instant my nightmares are true.

There’s no where to hide there’s no where to go,

covered in blood it’s a dream, oh I know.

But the nails are real, and Jason still comes,

and i’m losing my life as I try to out run.

A small little nick on my porcelain skin,

Freddy is dancing as the knife slips in.

They laugh as they pull gut after limb,

Tearing it out, pushing it in.

An ebbing death for fear to bring.

Karen Hayward ©2017.

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When I wake 

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When I wake from slumber in the twilight

hours I hear still your voice a soft whisper

on my skin.

An echo of need brought out from my dream.

The touch of your fingers stroking my thighs,

the taste of your lips,

the warmth of your body entangled with mine,

skin aglow,

candles flickering in the shadows,

dancing to a song of sin.

Lost moments as passion wins.

Pleasure escaping my lips in a perfect melodious

tune played by your fair fingers.

And I am lost in your eyes, in desires deep sigh.

And I am lost in your lips that devour my essence

on the tip of your tongue.

And I am lost in your spirit that whispers to mine.

And I am lost making love losing all sense of time.

Just us and the stars and a glorious moon

atomized love charged by desire,

defined on the tip of passions fire.

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Karen Hayward ©2016

Rose quartz of my existence.

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Were you the rose quartz of my existence

radiating the heart aura of pure spirituality,

were you love?  Were you the silent whisper

behind my wings as I spread them and

flew into unchartered territories?

Hush, listen now,

I hear no angelic melody for I am alone at the

verge of forever.

Were you the essence of all that is pure

the transcendence of celestial energy

caressing my soul aeons through space and time?

Rhetorical ponderings.

Life is in the now, here within these shells,

the evolution of existence is reliant

upon us living, eternity is beyond our

scope and need not be considered.

Were you love?

Did you cocoon me from the haunting

callous reality of fantasies weakened

by a misplaced immunity and reluctance to grow,

the scars that weave through my beating heart say no.

Yet still I feel the residue of your essence as you step back,

and back,

and back,

I wonder do you see the cliff edge beneath

your running feet and when you fall,

will I reach out my blood soaked hands to catch you.

Lost souls touching in the darkness,

igniting ancient memories and as our last breath

leaves our body we shall recount these seconds

in the endless time of universal law,

feeling the scent of mortality upon our translucent skin,

tasting the epiphany of lust as we swim through

the countless faces of our past,

our future,

and we shall watch in trepid horror our impact

upon these innocent atoms and perhaps

we shall discover eternity is not ours to dream off

for we are the fallen,

the dark realms of nothing whisper our names

across constellations of the  long forgotten

fields of life scattered across time,

and there beyond the edge we shall

rot for days far beyond eternity.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016 (Image and words)

Home…

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Beneath illuminated skies

waning moon and starless blues,

I ponder of home. The blessed place

that humanity yearns for.

The end to a search when all

walls have your name scrawled

across them in invisible ink written

before your first breath was even taken.

And I wonder where my walls are?

Is home a place?

Or are my four walls an endless sky,

a turquoise ocean,

two arms holding me.

Is home a place or a person?

Never to this day have I have known of home,

no safe haven,

no comfort zone that was mine,

no four walls with my name scribbled

upon them in permanent ink.

I wonder if ‘home’ is a dream.

Karen Hayward ©2016 (Images and words)

The seconds that form the minutes that form the hours. 

And I count the seconds that form the minutes  that form the hours when twilight is upon us. Only then beneath an ethereal moon may I pull above my head my armour and fall into the only realm in which I feel safe. Yet with all great falls their is the risk I will slip and tumble into the dark world of shadows…still I count the seconds that form the minutes that form the hours till I can sleep, dream. Till I can lose myself within my hidden realm and dream and dream. 
Karen Hayward ©2016

My dreams caught in a loop.

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Rain fell against my window cleansing my thoughts

beneath a twilight moon,

my mind happily wandered deep in the realms of sleep, to you.

Caught in a constant loop I dreamed of love.

Your fingers against my skin your breath against my soul.

Slowly you tilted my chin, my eyes wandered across your face,

past those lips I have longed to kiss for so many days

and so many nights.

My eyes rise to meet yours

I am lost in the depths of your soul.

Your hand snakes across my hips,

down across my arse pulling me closer.

Slow, gentle, a single kiss.

A single moment that I will immortalize in time to recall at a moment’s wish.

I feel the heat rise to my cheeks, our surroundings became a blur.

A smile creeps onto your lips,

I wonder for a fleeting moment have I just revealed the secret to my blushes.

No words are used, no words are needed.

I see the beauty of me reflected in your eyes.

I feel the depth of us reflected in your kiss.

Your fingers in my hair and time pauses as we fade, disperse.

And the loop starts again, your fingers against my skin your breath against my soul.

Karen Hayward ©2016

Torturous slumber.

Darkness plunged me deep

Into the abyss of screaming dreams 

The emptyness of too much pillow, 

too much cover and too much space, 

rattles.inside my head. 

The lacerated blade slips in, 

time and again again 

begging for release from the garish 

ghouls that hunt me in my sleep.

Shadows whisper secrets told to the 

the Question of darkness  between he 

hours of never and barely seen. 

I sit beneath the dark and empty sky 

hidden within my world, on shutdown,

except tonight, tonight I don’t want to 

be left alone in the darkness with just 

my thoughts. I’m tired of always being 

strong.

Karen Hayward ©2016

Pandora’s box, the guardian of my light. A dream. 

Inside each of us, is a Pandora’s box

a hand carved vessal of darkness and destruction.

Mine is covered in sea glass, tears and lost hope. 

And in my dream, within that house of the subconscience,

Mine is guarded by you. 

And when the darkness chases me though the rooms,

 You are there calling to me. 

And I come, I follow,  for you are my flickering flame.

And sometimes when you are not looking I sneak past

and peer into box. 

So you changed the locks.

You sometimes call me to sit upon your lap. We explore the box as though it were an ancient map of love showing the time and where abouts of piece of art.

Perhaps it is a map.

I run from room to room exploring this new hidden depth to my pshche. And I cannot always see you there but always I can sense the faint whisper of.your soul.

Within my dream you are ge guardian of my Pandora’s box. You guard it fiercely. A warrior of light ready to defend it from my worst enemy. 

Ready to defend it from myself. You are the guardian of my Pandora’s box and you guard it from, me.
Karen Hayward ©2016.

Watch “Spoken word poetry, Karen Hayward, Deceit of a poet.” on YouTube

I made this video months ago, it’s been lurking about, you see I want to do spoken word poetry I can do spoken word poetry I have one tiny problem, I’m camera shy. And the months are running out we are already half way through the year and this is my goal for the year. I see people do spoken word and they are so natural at it, they own the camera, they look beautiful in their I just threw this on kinda way, they articulate and look dreamily into the camera…not me, the camera goes on and I switch off!! But like I said we’ve hit the mid way point in the year and I need a kick up the arse. At first I decided I would do one poem and keep practising that one till I go great, I fucking despise that poem now so clearly that isn’t working, in fact I think reading a poem doesn’t help me, I’m too worried, I think I need a new plan…I also think I need an aggressive YouTube buddy that will hound me daily to do a daily video until I get to the point where I actually start to shine so I post this now as a declaration to myself that I still have dreams to conquer before the year is out :-)…..enjoy seeing me make a fool out of myself on video the crazy thing is I don’t actually care about making a fool out of myself my bad I hit bold, I’m not going back to delete, accept it :-).

My nights, my days.

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I would like to spend my nights eating porridge coated in sugar and my days eating avocado, chocolate, raspberries and beetroot straight from the pack with purple juices running down the fork toward my fingers. I would like to spend my nights beneath the skies losing myself in the vastness of the universe as the moon watches over me and I would like to spend my days learning the names of each star.  I would like to spend my nights spilling my thoughts onto the page and my days reading stories that take me to far away places in far away times. I would like to pull my pink blankie up over my knees and snuggle into a cushion and forget the world as it buzzes past. I would like to spend my nights snuggled warm beneath a blanket doing nothing and yet doing everything. I would like to spend my nights dreaming of you and my days gathering those thoughts.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016