Fly free with me. 

Fly with me, spread those tainted wings and fly upon an open breeze. We’ll awaken Helios, he will  warm the skies with his flaming passion. We’ll skip across rays of burning light and explore this world way into night. Selene will lay kisses of translucent desire across our naked form as we rest upon clouds ready to storm. Let the lightning strike as we dance in the angry mist of its core, let the thunder crash as we scream to the skies of the freedom within our eyes. Our eyes, windows to our souls, two windows, one soul.  Fly with me, free of the shackles of a human heart, fly free with me in open skies. 
Karen Hayward ©2016

Softly I fall.

Once fresh and vivid green with

flushed pink cherry blossom petals

dancing at her side.

The small leaf was transformed

by autumn. Her soul the

deepest red of a dying heart.

Winds charged past her,

in a twirling swirl of immediate

urgency.

Each gust pulling her

toward a subtle breeze.

Each breeze pushing her back

toward the growing storm.

Will she ever stop falling?

Will the soft breeze ever catch her?

A constant cyclone

as she transforms and withers

into a  winter leaf.

This world has gone bust.

Ten balls to a dozen

and the world,

keeps a rushing,

spinning , twirling, turning

the world as we know it

is burning.

Black skies turn to day

Old mans compass has lost his way.

North is showered in glorious sun,

As winter spreads, death has come,

Rainbows end is now in sight,

pick up your sword, get ready to fight.

A portal of doom a snake of the lair,

don’t expect these

to understand fair.

The sinners

the greed

have long planted their seed.

Growing now the evolution of time,

society obsessed with

the addiction of crime.

Discriminate who? Only a few.

Earth is lost in a jungle of hate,

we are the ones, opening Satan’s gate.

He laughs and he roars,

as they knock at his door,

All of them coming,

some of them running.

They dance in the street

with the sun at their feet.

She looks on from a far

lunar tears, of falling stars,

she came so close,

she came so far.

Dolphins fly, birds swim,

cats wagging a new grown fin.

Houses thrash through thunderous skies,

But no one stops, to question why.

So many to blame,

name after name.

The blasphemers, the dreamers,

the non believers.

As trees burn to ash live dies in a flash,

Seas swell, swirling the living,

never forgiving.

Rock turns to dust,

metal to rust, affairs into lust,

this world has gone bust.

I see only driftwood looking back at me.

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Worn down by the eroding effects of nature,
still you lay there in all your glory.
Dead wood,
With its very own story.
Memories of the land where once you stood,
The soft breeze,
That blew away your leaves,
To pastures new,
Without you.
Scars etched in your perfect form,
Evidence of the ferocious storms,
You have bared,
Even when scared.
Now here you lay,
Driftwood, they say.
Wandering the shores,
Travelling by sea,
Beauty, strength, i cannot ignore,
For you are the reflection I forever
see.

Oh howling wind, i hear you sing.

Howling wind,
how loud you sing,
As you dance through
The leaves on rustling
Trees.
A haunting sound,
as you wrap around
The hanging wires
And bicycle tires.
How angry you seem,
Passionate and keen
As you fiercely sweep
A path that is yours to
Keep.
Oh howling wind,
I watch you sing,
The power you bring,
I see,
You’re so very free.

My sacrifice returns to haunt me.

I’m tidying toys,
Blocking out noise,
washing dishes,
And talking wishes,
I’m standing at the door,
looking at the floor
As clouds above begin to roar.
I even paused,
To stand outside
And feel the rain,
On my skin again.
I’ve stairs to sweep,
Stories to tell
And
Bedtime rituals still
To yell.
Lunch’s to be made,
A hanging doll to be saved,
washing to fold,
My sleep on hold.
A sacrifice had to be made,
So now as exhaustion hits,
On the stairs where i sit,
It’s the cool rain in the air
That reminds me,
To always push,
To always dare.
And as i am
Punished once more,
For refusing to look at the floor,
All i can think,
Is
Hell
Yeah!