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

Oh my goodness you are a…

Oh my goodness you are a slut 

The gods laugh as they watch you strut. 

Prostitution is the oldest trade…

You know, at least, that’s what they say. 

Your heart so black your soul so mottled

I wonder does that posion come in a bottle?

Clever little pen 

clever little pen 

stroke it baby for you have a friend!

Lonesome fear spoilt brat

You’re the remnants that the devil spat.

Karen Hayward ©2016

Restrictive looms.

Restriction of blood flow

a torrent of thoughts

with no place to go.

Limitations of reality

a soul destroying fatality.

Confinement. Confine me

within your walls of conformity

your abnormalities

displayed in crimson

blood against the walls

of society.

I am circumscribed by your delusional

realities

the inbred specialities

of commercialised

nationality.

Karen Hayward ©2015.

 

 

 

I’m starting to see.

Am starting to wonder

how life did plunder

the shine in my eyes

when I look to the sky.

I’m starting to think

it all changed in a blink

I lost sight of myself

it’s so bloody stealth.

I’m starting to see

I wasn’t set free.

I was shackled to life

head filled with strife.

I’m starting to know,

this isn’t my show,

I know what I need

you and your seed!

Oh i need to let go

rewrite our show

give it back the flow

both fast and slow!

 

Karen Hayward © 2015