From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #66 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 Tuesday, June 30 1998 Volume 01 : Number 066 Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: the chameleon [karagarbe ] ET: updater [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ET: Gentle Angel [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 29 Jun 1998 03:31:39 -0400 (Eastern Daylight Time) From: karagarbe Subject: ET: the chameleon the chameleon her hands forcefully scrape around his neck trying to lure out the response craved by the black vortexes of her eyes his face is her mirror his body her world but his eyes are on the stage fronting a spirit deaf to her plea she presses a willing body against his and only that forces his return as he reaches down to grasp her breasts a barren touch - a void in place of the soul she wants to consume she is not dead but surely not alive a hungry ghost who finds self-worth only in another's empty eyes _____________________________________________________ "If you could give people one message, what would it be?" "Love." --Ed Kowalczyk, lead singer of Live ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 29 Jun 1998 11:15:33 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: updater Hey angelic poets, All of you really are angels, let me just say that. I have never had so much support in a hard time, and I just want to give Naomi, Jamie, Maggie, Jay Johnson, Bea and Karen Miller an extra big hug for their help. I'm doing much better now. I talked to my ex-boyfriend (I hate the way that sounds), and things are wearing down a bit. The thing is, he's now more like a friend, guy-confidant person. Once all that desperate really strong love can have time to sift out and wear down, what's left is more of a caring feeling. I'm better, but not excellent. However, by tonight, you'll probably all find in your mailboxes a poem about light or something. :) Love from your healing-angel, Sam the ? angel moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 29 Jun 1998 17:16:30 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: Gentle Angel Here's one for you.... Gentle Angel by SM on June 28 1998 She sees your soul as sunlight Your words breathe the touch of dawn Your eyes swirl a hazy clarity Your footsteps are a fruit sweetly divine You open the sky as her limitless freedom A boundless blue sea for you each to drift on The wind carries her dreams with the tails of kites And your love is a path that she treads She will blossom in the fragrance of violets that bloom in your spring She draws from the depths of your mind's crystal clear well And her pen effortlessly sketches her spirit That leads you On the wings of your angel. Her eyes show you laughter that dances in the sparks of firelight And her emotion is as gentle as your heart's silent snow She gives you a promise of moon shadowed juniper trees And a garden rich with brilliance in the colors of her smile Her pure selfless soul is a new flowing stream She flies just to know the language of leaves She lives for her life's blossoming gentle flower And she clears you without even trying She leads you On the wings of an angel. moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #66 *********************************