Ramblings of Poe

I know you wonder, but you've found your love At your windows, stones are thrown By moonlight, a handsome face is shown Lay with me, see my bed is cold Long ago...where you awoke: every morn', you danced in sun Your smile gazed, at my gleaming eyes You went away,  and I stayed behind Not you, as you may a growing void, if you stayed... ELPH© June 2, 2012

Feel the small things that come, he said. FEAR THE SMALL THINGS THAT COME, he said! They that equal that given without thought to self. Small is the gift for those that do not forgive or forget. Small is the void for those that do in earnest. Forgetfulness is the blessing given to those truly forgiving. Torturous memory is the curse to those who are not giving. Sweep the cob web, open the windows, and let the fresh air clear out that which is unused, wasters of space and time, or thoughts of no contribution to man or god or God! Is not the man with cluttered life and mind not woefully odd? Why have memories that serve no good? Only those that are good will serve purposeful mood. Unforgiven memories only aid committer of waste and soot. And, only once accomplished can a man be remembered for whence he stood! Be not lazy, passive, or judgmental or presumptive; rather lay in fire, passion, and questions and in all be active. Work hard as to merit hard rest! What m...

Mommy and daddy pray and hope, happy to tell of their little girl. Of her first day in kindergarten, then quickly of her teen years and first crush; eyes gleaming at the thought. Joy thinking of her first dance; to the prom with Lance. He's lucky to have such pretty lass. Such a gentleman, or so they thought, as they picked up their baby from another stop. I cried - ashamed of what I did; "Thought he'd love me, it's what he said". "My parents' baby I am no more..." "I should have died, not the baby I adore". God forgive me, he forced my hand... Threats to tell my mom and dad. May He give me the will to live, perhaps someday I will deserve the love I give. Until then, I'll barely get by, seeing my baby in every child's eyes. ELPH© December 4, 2011

That which friends & family sanction, comes a thought of action: run far until exhaustion and isolation

As you spoke; As I listened. My thoughts beckoned: -Are you the muse I've dreamt for so long? -Your speech, a bird's song. A smile, a musical scale for my eyes to dance upon!

They start like snowflakes tumbling down a hillside. As each moment fades into the past, it develops into a bigger, more powerful, and out of control monster. By the hillside, I looked up, afraid to be engulfed! Before I knew what had happened I saw it melting away into sweet vapors and nothingness. I asked why? What saved me?