Says a lot more about the person
than the epithet?
Read my life my epigraph
The meanings of lifetime
Is documented in the epigraph
The good cause
Is ennobled
By the articles of a genius
To be engrossed enmasse
In the engulf of bookworm
Is what the white man calls
'Civilisation'.
The enfanteribles
Can make things happen
Not the enfilade of drudgeries
When you have the wits
You re dubbed the endothermic
And exothermic encyclopedia
Empathy brings your soul
To the remorse of
Other souls and consider
Embroidery of passion
To act without rebuke
Is heresy of the highest order
Intrinsic emeritus of emotes
Are emollient golden emboss
Of the highest form of introspection
Embalm your thoughts
Embankment through introspection
Otherwise embattled days guaranteed
Elocution
Is the art of dreamland survey
And the anticipation of prime destination
Trust in your elixir
Should you have one
And embalm therein your history
Elize with the elitists
But do not copy their ways
Distinct your arts for a difference
Eloquent command destiny
To utter it
And thereafter achieve it
Elfins elope in elfs
As starlets turn to stars
Your elixir is your dream
To say efflorescence
Is your peak of artistic reflection
Is to command destiny into being.
Efface your concern
From extant hurdles
And focus on your dreams
Eccentric ones may not go far
But the day they discover their arts
They re better than the brightest stars
Of the sky
You re not the dust bowl
Of destiny
And the dustbins of history
To forget your immaculate arts
Does a dummy run
Begets the golden roses
Without strikes on the anvils?
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