From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #9 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Wednesday, April 29 1998 Volume 01 : Number 009 Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: life [Jan Winters ] ET: Re: Kat's post [Lara ] ET: Lilith Fair CD/more webpage [Lara ] ET: (2) poems [uranium_eagle@juno.com (Issac J Brogdon)] ET: friends [uranium_eagle@juno.com (Issac J Brogdon)] ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #6 [Jan Winters ] ET: a poem ["Christie Ambert" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 27 Apr 1998 23:11:52 -0700 From: Jan Winters Subject: ET: life hi. i would like to announce something very important in my life, something life changing. if any of you have seen the miracle of life then you probably understand this. today zachary alexander was born, my sister's son. i never really felt anything for babies until now, right now i'm so emoitonaly drained from crying and thinking. he held onto my finger and looked into my eyes. i fell in love with him, this unselfish love came over me and i could tell that my life was changing right there. he's the most beautiful boy on the planet, i just melt looking at him. the reason why i'm writing this to everyone is because seeing zack for the first time made me realize something. there is so much nonsense going on today, so many problems that really already have solutions if you just look into your heart, while so many children are being born in war torn countries and without families. i guess what i'm trying to say is, seeing this new born child brought this perspective to me. the 6 o'clock news, the papers, the media, society, culture, everything, seems to unpure while zack is this angel. i just can't help but to ask, why are we so cynical? we are we doing this? i've never felt more complete then tonight, i just wanted to share that with all of you. hopefully some of you know this feeling that i'm talking about; it's so incredibe. i just want to change things so badly now; i want to make a difference. i've always wanted to, and tried but now with zack; i know i have to. it's not even a choice anymore kat imperfect angel ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 27 Apr 1998 23:27:42 -0700 From: Lara Subject: ET: Re: Kat's post Kat, what you wrote about sounds so awesome! I cannot wait until I am able to experience something similar! :) But it will probably be a while! Tomorrow the Lilith Fair CD comes out! Woo-Hoo I cannot wait! So much cool music is coming out... hopefully Jewel will not be TOO far behind! I just got seven tapes of angelfood from a guy in Holland so I am in Jewel heaven! :) Off to sleep! Goodnight guys! <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Lara -- daisypetals@usa.net   check out the list homepage! members.tripod.com/~laruth     surf.to/eda_thoughts questions? ask! ljruth on AIM help contribute! :) <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 28 Apr 1998 14:10:25 -0700 From: Lara Subject: ET: Lilith Fair CD/more webpage Hey guys! I am listening to the Lilith Fair CD which was released today. I bought mine at Best Buy and it was somehting like $18.99. My favorite song on there has to be the Water is Wide with Jewel/Sarah Mc/Indigo Girls. Other cool ones at Lisa Loeb (w/ Emmylou Harris) singing Falling in Love, and Tara MacLean singing Hold Me Jordan. Very cool :) I was also thinking... if any of you guys would like to have your pic up with your poems on the webpage but have no access to a scanner you can mail them to me and I will scan them. You can send them to: Lara Ruth, c/o Linda Ruth, Grissom High School, 7901 Bailey Cove Road, Huntsville, AL 35803 Thanks guys! :) Lara <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Lara -- daisypetals@usa.net   check out the list homepage! members.tripod.com/~laruth     surf.to/eda_thoughts questions? ask! ljruth on AIM help contribute! :) <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 28 Apr 1998 16:25:41 -0500 From: uranium_eagle@juno.com (Issac J Brogdon) Subject: ET: (2) poems found these in my trig notebook-depressing poems, but i like that class... FrEaKy! i watched silently as my heart crumbled and she stared into his eyes quietly undressing him, and slowly manipulating my heart into distraught and despair outside looking in on a life i couldn't fulfill into a social extravagaza where I was insufficiant out side looking in on you a little too strong and a little too willing to show anyone silent compassion and forgotten romance lost in the day wyour intrest was founded and new somehow i'd fogtotten, lost touch with all morality and good sense faltered under the pressure of temptation and stepped into a world where I couldn't figure out hjow to survive w/o your love _____ compassion and understanding in a quiet cafeteria of bewildered soulds and unfortified thoughts steady murmurs of pop machines the crinkle of paper somewhere in the background or inside of me the place of uncharted waters or landmasses or skyscrapers as another series of unworthy words descripting undesired emotions and thoughts was scraped into my corunary synonym and caused me to bleed - ----- Ah, love, what power you have to make us suffer and like it. Russell Baker - ----- james _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 28 Apr 1998 16:19:46 -0500 From: uranium_eagle@juno.com (Issac J Brogdon) Subject: ET: friends Dear Old Friends- Though you will see the abriged or perhaps elongated, revised, and edited version (oh, and don't forget legible), I'm actually writing this letter on paper with pen (so ancient, n'est pas) Notice I used the term "old" to describe you...well, ever wander where all the years have gone? Or the months? summers? weeks? days? hours? minutes? seconds? Or, ever wander why "she's still the one"? Why is it that after so many-so much time-we still haven't managed to figure out the simplest things-about ourselves? What makes us fear? Why do we love the aroma of coffee in the morning? And how is that so many seem to take pleasure in pain? Or, perhaps more importantly, how do we find, enjoy, expect, love? Heavy questions, I do believe. In the fourteen years that have passed by in my life time, what have I accomplished. Certainly, I am not accomplishing anything now, sitting awake at nearly midnight, monday night, writing a letter to "cyber friends" But perhaps you are the most important of all. Based not upon social or economic status, not based upon looks or clothes or grades, we stand united, outreached upon a similiar foundation: our depedence on each other. When i began this little note, I didn't know where it was going, but I am sure glad I wrote it now. Thakn you for preserving my sanity-for supportin gme in trying times-and, most importantly, Thank you for your agreeance with me when I needed reassurance (underlying theme) ;) Or, simply, Thank you. - ----- Ah, love, what power you have to make us suffer and like it. Russell Baker - ----- james brogdon _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 28 Apr 1998 16:40:01 -0700 From: Jan Winters Subject: ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #6 THINGS WILL BE FINE THE SAY it's around 10 o'clock at night and all i can hear is the tv blaring the smell of the hospital surrounds me he smiles and squeezes her hand things will be fine they say balloons, roses, bears and other crazy things are decorating her room as the first breath is made his eyes open up and everyone claps little zack is here after all these months things will be fine they say emotionaly draining the night took everything out of me everything out of my soul and heart as i held him close to my side while watching my sister slowly be called mom by everyone visions of the past, being young and never thinking this could happen things will be fine they say i'd risk my life for his smile and now my heart belongs to this little boy so many changes are coming upon my life so many people this little one will change everything will be fine they say and i believe and i believe THE ANGELS i burst open with no emotion sitting here numbe the angels have come down to enchant me with their laughter and i- weak at the knees and scared inside of what he feels about my boring eyes the angels open their bodies to this new encompassing world where prozac can solve the problems and advil can fix the pain along with guns and atomic bombs their eyes are blue and drained out like cheap gin out of a cup everything they fear was here on earth and i- used to the anger used to the pain used to the numbness turn a blind eyes on the homeless man i change the channel avout the killing of little children i hide from love - -but the angels come and embrace it i just felt like sharing with these poems, i hope someone likes them. let me know what you think; i just had to get these emotions out kat ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 28 Apr 1998 17:12:03 -0700 From: "Christie Ambert" Subject: ET: a poem recycled broken heart by christie the flowerchild angel we kill trees to make paper, and write love letters. out of making love there`s a hole in the ozone layer. because you, species disappear everyday, all my flowers are dead. our planet is going to be hit by a meteor, we`re exploting out of lack of affection. i want to recycle my broken heart, everytime i lack of love and affection. because there cant be no life without love, strength and some liberation. let me be free of pollutants, and i`ll be free of bitterness and hatred. let`s fill the planet with human nature, with human affection and a dose of love and a little perfection. let`s dry our oceans, those are broken hearts tears of suffering. let`s fill our oceans of tears of joy and happiness. let`s fill our world with human affection and a dose of love . let`s overdose with happiness, let`s overdose with love let`s overdose with creativity and let`s be free free.... let`s be free....of what`s wrong with the world. - ------------------------------------------------------------------ ok that`s it i just like to say one thing i want to thank shawn for your email, it was truely uplifting. I also did start writting as an escape from suicide 6 years ago. if i could just stop being anorexic my world would b e perrrrfect. lateerrrrrrrrr lots of love, Christie the flowerchild angel @---->---->----- Get your FREE, private e-mail account at http://www.mailcity.com ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #9 ********************************