This path of wilderness,
It lies ahead of me.                
This path that I've chosen,
Wasn't mine to begin with.

What lies before me,  
Was tale that to story.
What dies behind me,
Was sorrow that was never bury    

So before I set sail on my journey,
For I would like to say I'm sorry.
I've never meant to hide my glories.
For actually the truth, I'm now full of miseries

So if you could spare me a living
All I need is just sincerity
For that is enough, to keep me on breathing..

©2013 Maman Screams

there was once a emu he just longed to fly
just like all the other birds high up in the sky
emu spent his life just walking on the ground
all he had to do was walk around and round
he  very tall and rather heavy to
and wished that he could fly in the sky so blue
one day when he was walking he had a little thought
that he would by some wings and from a store he bought
strapped  them to  his body and flapped them very fast
emu he was happy he could fly at last
he took off in the sky and had a fly around
then came in for his landing  heading for the ground
he was really as happy and so full off glee
now a flying emu just like he longed to be

there was a little horse he had lost his shoe
where about it was did not have a clue
he searched around his stable all around the floor
the horses shoe was lost not there anymore
the little horse was sad his little shoe had gone
he had only three shoes and his foot was minus one
then the blacksmith came and could see the horse was blue
so he made another now he was good as new
the little horse  was glad that his shoe was now in place
and run around his field with a smile upon his face

there was a little tadpole a  friendly chap was he
swimming in a pond where he long to be
he would spend all day swimming round and round
he was very happy in his tadpole ground
looking for some food always on go
as the weeks by his legs began to grow
his body started changing  now no longer thin
he had big round eyes and great big chin
now tadpole he had grown in to a  lovely frog
he love to pass his days just sitting on a log

Im travelling down this road again,
Hoping and praying it won't be the same.
My past have always been a hurricane,
Full of lies, deceit and shame.

I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve like I've never did,
For sincerity is all I'm left to offer thee.
There's no certainty where this path could lead,
As instinct has it coming for she knew it'll be worth it.

I would love to let my thoughts run free,
But this present journey have only just begun.
So trust yourself as this shall be your clarity,
For what the future would bring.

©2013 Maman Screams

i dare look into eyes,
into even those of glass.
i fear my soul whimpers
in the glimpse of a second.
iris: beauty taken
in from the soul;
it's full of suspended wonder.
i can't resist the pull
in those floral colors
ivy green, sky blue, dirt brown, midnight black.
infinite
itself.
i see every word,
in the white,
innumerable thought
in the black.
is reality captured in those sullen globes?
i may never know.

heated flavors and
icy noises, up in the
high strata with
a singed mind of
transcendent swallowed thoughts
your molting feathers
fall down to the cobble stones
proclaiming the words
of your mind
up in this planetarium of
a passing breeze
you replace the stars
with gleaming clumps
of barb wire and broken wings
that rattle through the night
screeching frequencies
of your lost-in-precipitation mind
you see the dreams
of the masses
devoured by green,
which clash with
the medley of floral souls
within your grey matter
you breathe out a brink-filled
sigh of infinite--
all those emotional droplets
in that spiderweb mind.
perhaps one day
they will see with your eyes
or even the eyes of your eyes
but for now you are stuck
shouting at them to love
a love greater than that of Lady Black herself
but their ears are stopped up
with the spoon-fed lies of how
to live and they settle for
contentment, and not
passion