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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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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Have you ever danced with the devil?

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Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moon light? The subject of good and evil, yin versus yang. We seek a balance within ourselves. Some seeking familiar shelter, some runaway to only have the clouds follow behind and some dance with the devil. The devil numbs their pain and makes them crave an imbalance of their soul. Speak figuratively of the devil as it portrays addiction. Some addictions can be a functioning balance the individual creates and others transform themselves where the addiction becomes them. Watching the devil dance around people you love created an imbalance within myself. She allowed the imbalance, She allowed this darkness because all she wanted was for them to see the light. Love, hate and anger wasn’t enough,  it only engulfed her with more sadness and rage. Learning to let go and not blame. Learning to love regardless of all of the shame. Balance is your interpretation of what you deem fit. We all dance with the devil sometimes and maybe the balance is the beautiful pale moon light.

“Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance

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Karen SK
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Burned without Pain

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Exactly how many times does it take for someone to get “Burned” before the realization that there is no more pain. The pain we internalize yet don’t project. Ruminating within our minds so in turn, we build walls, we create situations or circumstances from the ashes left from the flames that yet again we allowed for it to burn. Life is full of burns yet, we let those walls crumble in those moments of trust, love, and the idea that the flames don’t exist and the burns fade away. So, the walls fall, the water rushes in and all that’s left are glowing ambers that no longer burn because there is no more pain that ruminates. The scars exist and its true beauty remains as we realize that the pain was just an internal reflection of our own light.

“Today is only one day in all the days that will ever be. But what will happen in all the other days that ever come can depend on what you do today” ERNEST HEMINGWAY, For Whom the Bell Tolls

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Karen SK
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