Graceful Twirls

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She’s a shining sunflower that runs free through the glistening trees. As she twirls so gracefully through the leaves and glances back smiling as her sweet sound brings life to any weeds that have fallen between.  Her beautiful glory always glows as the shining sunflower blossoms and her sweet smile grows.

 

Karen S-K
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Silent Absolution

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As if it were a vision, a reality we both stood strong. Longing for the moments of the world we created. As the details that abdicated the words that our world came crumbling down. There’s silence as the echoes fade and the acrimony subsides for a silent absolution is heard. Our love that lies within us as our world slowly and silently collides.

Karen S-K
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Stones Thrown

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The minute the stone was thrown a change in the flow created a chain reaction unto a world that became devastated into a fury of regret. The pain that grew deep within his veins and  became a turning point for she was no longer slayed. One moment,one ripple, one slip became her last as she drowned into the depths of anguish. Her tormented soul was forsaken, for even god turned away during this lapse of time as if the darkness embraced what was left to save.  Love is a stone thrown into the flow that can create ripples that forge the pain within ones veins. The beast lays silent and as god opened up his eye for the universe cried in pain as her heart became the last stone thrown into an empty pit of shame.

Karen S-K
Copyright 2016
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The Coveted Temptress

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The mistress stood there with her smitten smile and her red stained dress with sin and hopeless desire.

The mistress lost all she had for all she knew was the thirst to take what others have had.

A lover, a thief, a liar, a mistress filled with hopeless desire.

For behind her smitten smile laid a fractured shell that was her temple that many coveted.

As she was the temptress, the mistress, the sad little dove with mangled wings.

She stood there alone, yet surrounded by many.

Her thoughts raced, her body quivered and what was left was the shadow of a sad little girl.

The sad little dove wore her little red dress that was once so beautiful.

She had so much love,hope and desire.

Her heart betrayed her as her life became the story of the other woman.

She became the unlovable, chaotic fractured sad little mistress coveted by many but she was always alone.

Karen S-K

Copyright 2015

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Omission of Sorts

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For every being, there’s a glimmer of deception instilled within our psyche that can penetrate the obscure walls that we create. We unleash these walls in hopes to grasp that the reality instilled is just an omission of sorts. For every being has a glimmer of vitality that pervades within these obscure walls; for how can we see the deception when it’s the perception of how we encounter it all. The enemies we see, the allies we face, for you see; it’s only the heart wrenching reality that we perceive that becomes our glimmer of fate and our desire of life

Karen S-K
Copyright 2015
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Glimpses of fate

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For a time an existence awaits
An existence of the moments
These moments we desire
into this life that we all perpetuate

Through these moments
glimpses of hope
where happiness prevails
our true fate is never sealed
our true love never elopes

For a time, an existence awaits
the paths we walk, the embers that fade
the trails we lead to the moments we make
oh what an existence we all create

Through these moments
glimpses of fate
where desire prevails
and the end is what you make
our true fate is never sealed
our true love never elopes

Trying to make something that doesn’t exist
into a glimmer of reality
Into a reality of your own
You know within your soul
its not what we try to make

As the existence of desire fades

as your face begins to fade away

The realization that it was all created just to help ease the pain

Copyright 2014
Karen SK
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Shadows of Death

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For every moment we breathe it could be our last. We never realize how close death is until it crosses our path. As there is no control in what we plan and what we dream of from the past. An affliction emerges and anger turns into disdain as shadows  follow those whom can’t let go of the pain. Its not a fairytale as we all close our eyes only rewinding the past to relive those moments left behind. The shadows leave a mark for it can only follow what we desire and want, for they won’t know the difference of dark and light for they are attached to you until you let go and let them see the light. As easy as it seems as death has a way of peeping in, for we all know the day that the shadow will make its way, reflecting our own light onto a passage that we can see so bright. Don’t be frightened by the shadows that surround us as they guide us unto another life, as they are hidden only to protect the life we have left as we join them in this journey to protect the ones that don’t see the shadows but see their guardians of light.

“The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.” – Mark Twain
Leonardo Da Vinci : Head of an Angel
Karen SK
Copyright 2014
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