Ramblings of Poe

Thud, thud, I sit, I feel the blood rush and through my veins I feel it thrust; The pounding wants to run, but run to what or from?

I wander and fast with increasing task... ...tired and torn, you find my strife and take my lore Lead astray no longer through the maze, to find Eden's gifts: your garden ever bliss With milk and honey I reach ashore ...the promised land that is yours

Small actions are harbingers to greater reactions ELPH© May 18, 2011

Stranger once and in time A friend you become of mine Then a day more than a friend you make To feel the life course through my veins

When in a hole, stop digging! - William Penn Adair  “Will” Rogers (November 4, 1879 - August 15, 1935) was a Cherokee-American cowboy, comedian, humorist, social commentator, vaudeville performer and actor. He was the father of U.S. Congressman and WWII Veteran Will Rogers, Jr.

The walk down park row is a show of elegance and posh. Expected it comes to be: I walk with she of supple skin and fragrance. Those that envy at such glamour know not its' cage; its' prison How I fake love for those fans that watch, that have not a thought of the truest love of my heart.

A woman's vanity is equivalent to a man's ego  - Friedrich Nietzsche