Entwining through forgotten hemispheres. 

What now of lovers forgotten stem

that roots me to the essence of them

On kisses brow, 

not then, 

not morrow,

Not a second wasted, but now. 

For is our bond not of rarest gem? 

What lingering thoughts

a constance in my battleground mind

Yet, in peace and calm in you they find.

A lovers map of fate

destined paths leading, winding, twirling

through the undergrowth of survival

Till upon a greying day

stems become vines

Vines… Entwine

and the universe whispers

that you are truly

Mine.
Karen Hayward ©2017 image and words 

Homosapien reactions.

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.
I want this poem to have beat,
But can’t find a rhyme,
To match your crime.
I gave you my everything,
Now i’ll watch as you fucking sink.
Will she save you?
Probably not,
Lets hope she’s fucking hot.
What a sacrifice to make,
Now eat the fucking cake.
Fuck you.
Fuck you.
Fuck you.
You have no clue,
For what you’ve lost,
For what your roaming eye has cost.
I paid the price, day after day,
Now its your turn to pay.

I burn the flames that light my way.

At first,
i did wonder how
you had crept in
through the maze of poison ivy.
Soft whispers that had resonated with my spirit.
But now I see,
that the spirit is filled with interwoven paths.
Wake one and another will feed from the energy,
until all paths are lit with the burning flames of essence. It’s not you igniting them, although you are inviting them,
it’s me with flame in hand, ready again to walk the land.

A path all of my own.

I have a path, all of my own,

filled with love and hate, where

I can live and call it home.

 

I’ve walked along a sandy shore,

with sun kissed skin, and

tapped upon a lover’s door.

 

I’ve watched the waves come crashing in and

with the devils help, I’ve

spent a day, or two in sin.

 

I’ve cried, effortless, tears of loss

beneath a clear lunar sky,

and felt my heart begin to frost.

 

I’ve sworn that grey is blue,

and

blue is grey, upon a lie

and now I know that it is true.

and all because,

I have a path, all of my own,

where I must live, and call it home.