Elisabeth Karlberg

Angelholm, Sweden

Elisabeth has three passions in life. First of all the love of her three children, then writings and inventions. She is a member of SUF, Svenska Uppfinnar-foreningen (Swedish Inventors Society), and she has started a small business where she can devote herself both to writings and inventions. Elizabeth is influenced by her own experience of life and it's the need of wanting to telling her own stories that has made her a writer. She writes filmscripts, poems etc. "For me writing is a natural compulsion and a passion that comes from within my heart".

Mother Earth

Mother Earth, give me your comfort from the birth
let my heart, in this world, be something worth
I want to feel the loving waves in my blood
from murmuring rill to roaring flood
Mother Earth, give me the power from the roots of your plants
Resistance, persistence and a fair chance
I want to feel my soul, in peace and quiet winter
See inside the hope and the faiths imprinter
Mother Earth, give me the strength to consider my prints
Let my senses experience the richness of spring
I want to feel the wind of lust against my cheek
When passion makes me wild, blind and weak
Mother Earth, give me much love and shelter like mothers do
Encourage me to live happily and to trust my heart below
But don't forget mother Earth, to everyone show
A Mother Is Always A Mother Wherever She Goes

A Wind Of Silence Is A Wind Of Violence

The wind of silence has become a wind of violence
Guns for war, guns for ones own protection
For some satisfaction, for others lack of affection
Children playing Russian roulette with their feet
Its not even safe anymore walking in the streets
The wind of silence is a wind of violence
Our future will be a reflection
Of our own segregation of the old generation
Lonely hearts lost in desperation
Not one or two, but a whole civilization
The wind of silence has become a wind of violence
The present, the future or the past. What would you choose?
Or shall I say: What have we to lose?
If we want our children to be happy and proud,
Then we have to shout and shout out loud:
Mouth to mouth, throw the dice
But hurry and don't think twice
It's only your voice you have to sacrifice
There is a wind of violence
Let's blow away the wind of silence

My Nest

Gently you put me with your loving wings
within your warm heart, where turtle doves always sing
you built my nest in a secret oak tree
a nest so free, made of passion and flowers of eternity
you taught me what I needed to know
by showing my heart all senses and how to grow
the most beautiful song you sang for me
with a voice so clear, filled with love and an honest melody
sheltered by you from rain, storm and snow
until I was safe again and the sun was glittering in the rainbow
I still love you, your love has meant a lot
even now when the nest has fallen down
and the singing turtle doves are the only thing I've got