Edna Stewart's Blog

How hard can it be to tell someone that you are a liar and a thief?

You’re dumb or in so many words, you’re lazy?

How hard can it be to destroy someone on a thought, it’s as easy as 1, 2, 3.

A telephone conversation of malicious gossip and back lash,

You know what they say, you’re lying,

Everyone wants to take my money—by this by that—

They call and say you will do as I say and not as I do, they bully you they laugh—you’re still alive?

This will help you and the most famous…I’m trying to help you.  

When you kill yourself, they don’t care,

It’s just one less cowardly idiot that they have to deal with.

Well, help me by killing myself,

….Now am I a liar?

Check out my new single Love Lift Me Up distributed by @tunecore and live on iTunes!.

I just distributed my music through TuneCore – available soon in stores!.

Ice cream cone and cone pastry delicious!

Young or old, only two can lick, in hand, and eaten without a bowl or spoon.

Arrived in 1825, my waffle cone, my sweet sugar cone, soft served or  with sprinkle.

Sitting in a car and oh how cute!

Two love birds of two eating an ice cream cone.

APRIL DIAMONDS IN THE ROUGH- FOLK ARTIST: Purvis Young & Earl Cunningham 04/25 by The Edna Stewart Show | Art Podcasts.

APRIL DIAMONDS IN THE ROUGH- FOLK ARTIST: Mimi Evans 04/18 by The Edna Stewart Show | Art Podcasts.

APRIL DIAMONDS IN THE ROUGH- FOLK ARTIST: Clementine Hunter 04/11 by The Edna Stewart Show | Art Podcasts.

APRIL DIAMONDS IN THE ROUGH- FOLK ARTIST: Grandma Moses 04/04 by The Edna Stewart Show | Writing Podcasts.

My dearest darling my lover, close to my heart,

Why did you leave me?

I never let our secret out. My heart bleeds out in anguish.

My eyes pour out tears of pure love for the only one.

It tears me apart to mend you into my soul.

My dearest lover,

I’m in desperate need for your affection.

It cries out for you.

The silver bell does not unlock my soul.

My dearest lover,

Come fill me with richness of the deepest desire of my heart.

My cup is empty, and just the very thought of you makes me quiver.

My lover.

My dearest lover,

Our two morning coffee cups are filled with milk and my tears.

I drink it to mend me to your wondering soul and shower the daffodils you use to play with.

My dearest lover,

You were always by my side morning, noon, and night.

I beg you to take me away with you were every you go.

I was no trouble.

Was the other lover better than I?

How much agony is there for me?

Well, let the cat meow, my dearest darling lover.