chaos

Breathe in.
Deep.
Deeper.
Take the mornings
fragrance
into your soul.
Own it.
Know it.
It is the scent
of shame.
Never
forget it.

God, God’s
Deities, cosmos,
Angels, Gaia,
Science, Atoms
Spirits, nothing.

Breathe in.
Deep.
Deeper.
Feel the moist air.
Celestial tears
for the fallen.
Own it.
Know it.
It is the tears
of shame,
never
forget it.

God. God’s.
Deities. Cosmos.
Angels. Gaia.
Science. Atoms.
Spirits. . .
Nothing.

Breathe in.
Deep.
Deeper.
Listen. Listen
to your inner guide.
Hear the universe
as she speaks.
Karma has a voice.
The angels speak
in whispers.
God talks through
pray.
The earth screams
through leaves.

Our fallen,
angel wings
leave a trail of
shadows to
heaven’s gate.

God. God’s.
Deities. Cosmos.
Angels. Gaia.
Science. Atoms.
Spirits. . .
Nothing. . .
Stand guard.
Delivering.
Returning evil.
Waiting at the
gates of hell.

There is no glory
In blood
stained hands,
even Satan,
refuses to open
his gates.

Karen Hayward (c) 2017

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Here baby baby. 

Hmm they’re really kinda ugly

But kinda cute to see. 

They’re really kinda crazy

As they scramble up the tree. 

I really kinda like them

I think I made a freind. 

I rummage in my bag for a little bread,

Then suddenly one turns into ten! 
Karen Hayward ©2017

Image and words

Journey.

Two rucksacks,
One for each.
Four sleeps.
Smellies for you,
smellies for me.
A laminated route,
for you
A laminated map,
for you.
An itinerary,
for you.
I know this journey,
like the back of
my aging hands.
Two hands free,
for you.
Reassurance;
the train will stop,
three trains,
not a race,
the underground…
oh the underground.
One rucksack,
Favorite clothes
full bodied for
the anxiety…
baby, I know.
A nine year old teddy,
a unicorn teddy
and a full sized tiger
teddy,
monopoly, without the
box.
Pens, paper, books.
Kisses and cuddles.
Two rucksacks,
I’ll go without,
just clean undies
and PJs,
there’s room in my bag,
bring what you need.
Baby, bring what you
need.

Karen Hayward ©2016.

Taking my gal to visit Grandad today, by train, alone, for the first time since she was a baby, two bags only so my hands are free for her. Two bags and I’m pretty sure she’s bringing her entire bedroom. Her anxiety is up, way up. Her SPD is triggered she’s a bundle of nerves…she’s gonna do just fine….cos she has all those teddies..right lol especially that huge full size tiger!!!