Wishing upon planes thinking they are stars…

From this angle, she see’s the universe,
the infinite promise of light in dark
and ponders if believing is perverse
Like the damned wishing on eternal stars.
likely soon he’ll skin the flesh from her soul
bleed her dry till she’s tender on the tongue
shelling the carcass upon an old knoll
ripping at rotten scars where life had stung.
And she’ll tumble, doe legged into headlights
the scattered remnants of one’s own soldier
fettered to the darkest skies of twilight
falling nude at the hands of her poacher
Perhaps we pander to the passing planes
Thinking them stars, just spectators of shame.

Karen Hayward © 2018
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Is Lust really, really, really such a sin?

Is lust truly a sin?
Forget for a moment
the pleasure it brings
Is lust truly the sin?

Two bodies lay
in consent
Deep in throws of
passion sent

Yet, we teach our girls
her body is sin,
and boys we teach
girls are just a thing.

In needs essence
and lusts demand
Abandoned fears
at lovers command

Girls we teach
vanilla sex,
Boys taught shame
In sex Ed.

A mutual taste
swarms and curves
chemicals released
Intimacy learned.

Girls we teach
are a vessel for boys,
Their skin, hips, boobs
and body’s a toy.

And bonded in
shared escape
two souls form
In respect not hate.

Girls we teach, save
yourself for the
special him,
Boys told sow
that seed and the
kids it brings.

Lust is a primal
calling, perfect
when truth is
unfolding, forming.

We teach our girls
mechanical sex,
robotic emotions
on shames
commotions

Lust is beauty
a believe in the
spirit, the skin
and desire within.

We teach our boys
to screw the body
and forget the
soul… Insanity.

The tickled edges
of self, caressed
empowered
and embraced

Yet,
we teach our kids
that lust is
Shame… Like their bodies
infedelity… Like the truths
we teach daily
The devils sin… from the
mouths of the fallen.
Weakness… From those
who fear their very souls.

So I ask again is lust the sin,
or the united ‘we’ society sings?

Karen Hayward ©2018

The Scorpion knows, the Scorpion bites…

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Sometimes you can bite a tongue too deep,
Awaken a dormant sleeping beast,
A Scorpio was never born to be meek
Her protective stance is her sleep…

But scales must be aligned, to be fair
You ever wondered how she got there?
A Lone walker, she needs no one to care
Self destruct, from a single source they share.

Now silence echoes as the future calls
A blip on the radar she will cut the cord
Pull at the lines and break her own fall
At best it will leave her just a little bit sore.

For meekness was never her skin
and respect not given where dues
Is the strength it now brings
as she wanders away,
to forget about you, for the loss
of respect, where respect was due.

Karen Hayward ©2018

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Shattering essence of voice

For a fleeting moment space was mine
designed beyond sight
Vulnerability of heart, takes flight
as thought and words soon fly.

If asked, I’d sit three seats to the left
Somewhere between here and mars
I’d converse silently, just me and the stars
and declare my wishes to skies of dark.
It wouldn’t be the first time, nor the last.

Those twinkling lights have long known your name,
In twilight battles to drive the devil insane
I tell Selene my secrets
I’m not sure she hears and never certain it matters…

I’m not always sure anything matters Living seems only to flatter
We’re specks trying to etch our names into the infinite
spending lifetimes searching
hopelessly for the lost scent of a love we once had
And in the grander scale of things

…I’m never certain that anything matters

Then he whispers and my darkness shatters.

Karen Hayward © 2018

Howling call of night…

I hear the howling winds they drag me from my slumber,
Trees screaming, leaves pleading, debris flying,
Rain falling, heavy, denting, slamming on windowpane,
Where now is Selene among this raging storm,
I search for calm and find only the descent of
crimson mist, I search for light… But the soul craves darkness
Which has long arrived, I search for hope but Pandora
was left astray, unlocked…
I hear the startling call of objects dragged through
the storms mouth, teeth bared, blood dripping,
I hear the emptiness of atoms
the raging storms of nature
the familiarity of night
sat alone, as insomnia
Kisses away the shadows
that haunt.

Karen Hayward ©2018

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Beats within the ebbing tide

I dive down deep swimming
between the throbbing waves
as the ocean embraces my curves.
Lose myself in the silent pull
of Poseidon’s love as he moves gently                                                                        through my wild mane of flaming hair
and there deep within his kingdom
I pause, feel the suffocation of desire
drowning my soul, igniting my spirit,
the burn of love within my chest that beats                                                            in search of rhythm. In search
of you and eyes I long to swim in.
The ocean kisses my porcelain skin
caressing my naked liberation…
Your ocean beats within my soul.

Karen Hayward ©2017

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As the blade slipped…

I am the speckled fragments of chaos
you are the contents of Pandora’s chest
I am moon beams dancing at twilight
you are my sky, vast, encompassing
I am kisses shimmering in darkness
You are my night, my knight, my light.

I am the scattered remnants of chaos
I am the broken whispers of Pandora
I am an ancient constellation of star dust                                                                I am the essence from the blade of Zeus
We were one, became two, eternity spent
searching for you…

I am the moon adorned in white light
You are the sky, my infinite love
I am the fragrance of scent long forgot
You are the essence craved at my core
I am an ancient need, ignited in flames
you are the source whispering my name.

You are the echo of touch on my skin
You are the whispers I hear when I dream.
You are the stars leading my way
You are home, found high in the skies
You are a source ingrained in my soul                                                         a whispered memory from an ancient day.

I am the essence on the slide of the blade
You are the soul, Zeus split that day.
We are star dust travelling through time
Searching eternally for the silent signs
Now I am found and we look no more,
For you are mine.. and I am yours.

Karen Hayward ©2017

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