love can keep you warm when you feel the cold
make your mind stay young and stop you growing old
love can make you happy and make you feel so glad
it can give you feelings you didnt know you had
it can last a lifetime and if you want it to
its a special gift thats there inside of you

Painter, poised in passing,
Mad colours, melding with light,
Mind illuminated in the stroke,
Brushes tang, tangle in structures
Of vision, the solitudes of smoke,
Perditions fold on black lines,
Splattered in smithereens
Of grace and white.

I'm searching for a new peace
Looking for something real
In this fake serenity
You turn into something real

My whole life I've been dreaming
A dreamer seeking love actually
Sacrificing this life I'm bleeding
Something worth never come by easily

Losing my pride and dignity
I hold this pain strong and dearly
(Revenge is not what I seek)

Hopeless romantic...
Believing this love got me stone
Beautiful tragedy...
Tripping on the memories you've thrown

You left me in this hypocritical crowd alone
My silence screams didn't get through you
Is this real or did your love got me stone
If I'm dreaming...
Shook me
Wake me
I don't want to keep on living
Breathing this love I'm dreaming

All I ever wanted was to create reality
Just you and I

©2013 Maman Screams

there was a little elf he came from galway bay
across the sea in ireland not to far away
he lived in the  forest in the hollow of tree
always very happy a happy elf was he
one day on his travels along the forest track
he saw his friend the hedgehog lying on his back
hedgehog had rolled over and his spikes were stuck
in to the forest floor his little spikes did tuck
elf he had a ***** the he carried round
he began to dig into the forest ground
elf he freed the hedgehog he dug away the muck
hedgehog he was free again and no longer stuck
they strolled along together along forest floor
hedgehog he was happy and free again once more

The heart where once
love resided fell too cold.

Now the flesh turns
an uneasy grey beneath
a thin layer of dusty frost.

When touched,
the fingertips stick and the cold bites.
Few dared to warm
the space with their hands
and now neglect has my heart forgot.

There's an uncared for path.
An overrun piece of forest
nearly hidden in the brush
that leads to a cave.

There's a cool breeze
that staves away my curiosity.

twenty years on
and i still look for her
on the seashore

it was a promise she made
that even if given to another man
she would break up for once
come running to the sea
for me
and if i wasn't there
she would go deeper
leaving on the sands a note

i was here as i promised

she came to my life
she came to be my wife
but twenty years on
i still look for her
on the seashore
she ageless
waiting for her lover
and then going down to the sea
leaving a note
on the sand
unerasable

*i was here as i promised